Happy Misunderstanding

Hi guestttt, guess what? It's another chapter~~ Sorry I was busy obsessing with a game called onmyoji. And I only have time for either game or writing, and also because I was pretty busy these days. Fark work, can I write for a living instead (You're not good enoughhhh!). And and also, because I was writing Dead end in Tokyo. But I think no one is looking forward to that so I think I can sort of .. take my time.

GREAT NEWS for Rochu fans. I have like farking lot of ideas to write to rochu now. Either a full blown horror (not sure if I can write horror) OR the classic: Downfall of men is great beauties.

Either way, this is still for you guest! (Not sure if you're the same guest, or just multiple guests.) Hope you (all) enjoy it! I hope its not too draggy.

'Why? Please give me a reason?' Ivan texted back.

'We can stay where we are. I'm perfectly okay being able to stay by your side.' he continued. 'We don't need to be anything else.'

' I'm sorry if I scare you.'

' I know I shouldn't have confessed. I'm sorry.'

'Please don't ignore me.'

And Ivan continued on and on, hoping to get a hint bit of response from Yao. But none came back, no calls no text. Not even a sign of his text being read came back to the broken hearted man. Ivan knew the potentially devastating consequences from his forbidden confession, he knew he could not take it if their friendship got blown off by this stupid confession. He took his gamble anyway and lost, falling all the way into the pits of the stranger zone.

It sounded pathetic, but he managed to held back his shattered heart enough to go back home. He laid down on his empty and cold bed, staring at the black screen of his phone wishing that it will light up with Yao's name again. He felt so desperate.

'What should I do now.' Ivan found himself muttering over and over again.

Bruised ego and battered heart reminded Ivan of a familiar silhouette on his bed, his eyes wandered to the little bear left by Yao on top of his other pillow. It wore a beige trench coat with a pair of purple glass eyes, sitting there peacefully and smiling, oblivious to the reverberation of its owner's confession.

He reached out to the little doll, and bring it close to his heart. It's a gift Yao have given him on his birthday, Ivan have teased him for buying something so childish when he received it. But now, this little doll became the only refuge for him from the harsh reality of what he have done.

'What should I do now.' Ivan asked, wishing that an answer will magically appear from his question to the little bear. 'Are you able to give me an answer? Why is Yao doing this to me. Does he really hate my love this much?'

Ivan sigh.

It's no use asking a memento that serve as a painful reminder of his folly.

Ivan sigh again.

Well if there is one thing that his mom and dad gave him that is not good looks, it's persistence. Deadly stalking persistence. It's a little scary sometimes, and he do that unknowingly until he was being pointed out. And so Ivan found himself pouting and wandering all the way to Yao's door. He held out a fist, wanting to knock on the door for Yao but that swirling mist of uncertainty gripped him tight and held him back.

He sigh once more.

The corridors are strangely quiet today. No shouting, no screaming, no nothing. The yellow lights flickered from above, flicking Ivan's intention of confronting Yao away. Ivan leaned against the dirty and peeling walls and slide down in a curling position. He don't know what to do, but he don't want to leave.

A head suddenly popped out from the door along the corridor looking around, it's that homophobic old women. Ivan turned to look at her grouchy face, expecting some slurs to add salt to his wounds.

'You alright son?' she said, in a surprisingly concerned manner.

Ivan felt triggered. Alright? Does he really look so fine right now? He gave out a loud snort before replying sarcastically, and also knowing that she's a homophobic: 'Yeah, my boyfriend just dumped me and I have no idea what I should do. I am feeling great in fact.'

'That Chinese boy living over there? Hmpft, you must be really terrible for such a nice kid to dump you.' the old wrinkled and flabby mouth returned his snort and head back inside.

'I-I just said I love him.' Ivan called out indignantly after her.

Ivan laid his head back in between his knees pouting, aggrieved overlaying his dejection. What does she knows, he know that Yao is nice too. But that rejection is really too hard to swallow, and he wants to know why. At least.. for a closure eh?

He sigh and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

'那个人没事吧？快去看看。' (Is that man alright? Quick, go and take a look) Ivan vaguely heard before being lightly shaken awake. He looked up to find a girl peering over him in concern.

'Are you alright?' she asked in a thick Asian accent.

Still blurry eyes from the sleep, Ivan turned to her back and find an older lady standing with curiosity behind her. She's looking at him as well. Ivan looked back at the girl in front of him, she have an uncanny resemblance to Yao.

'You.. Are you that man from Tinder?' the girl exclaimed loudly. 'D-did my brother chased you out?' she continued in shock. Before Ivan could even say anything, she turned back to the older lady and squealed excitedly: '妈妈！这个这个男人还留着。耀哥哥把他赶出来了！' (Mama! T-This man is still here. Brother have chased him out!)

The older lady look back at the girl in horror and quickly rushed forward to help the confused Ivan up. 'Yao bully you?' she asked in a serious tone, akin to a mother who realise that his son have done something wrong and is seeking to apologize for him. Meanwhile, the girl proceeded to bang mercilessly on the door loudly shouting for Yao.

'I'm coming!' A cheery voice shouted out from within. Before long, it creaked open to a happy face, a happy face with red and swollen eyes.

But that happy face scrunched up the moment those eyes fell on Ivan's hopeful face.

'Why are you here!' Yao blurted out in surprise with voice that sounds nasal. Pointing at him, he turned to see two furious face beside him. His mom, and his sister.

The two women pushes pass the door and the half protesting, half apologizing Yao.

'Oh.. I'm sorry, it totally slipped off my mind. Don't let him in! I'm so sorry. Did you and mom face any problems getting to the hotel? And on the way here? ' Yao asked.

'Mom wants to asked you why did you leave this poor man out in the cold alone in that dirty corridor.' his sister reprimanded.

'Yes, you very bad boy.' his mother chimed in. 'Why you do that?'

'Yan, I..' Yao tried, and turn to Ivan, gesturing to the door 'Please leave.' The gesture however, was smacked hard by his mother who promptly blabbered a whole lot of Chinese words much to Yao's grimace.

'I'll leave.' Ivan smiled quietly amidst the loud berating. He have learned to read Yao's face over the times spent with him, and he knows Yao is feeling very uncomfortable being stuck between the Devil and the deep blue sea. Perhaps.. Yao is really not okay with Ivan's love.

'Hey, don't go.' Yan tried, looking back and forth the retreating Ivan and her fighting mother nagging at a quiet Yao. She decided to followed Ivan, at least.. for the future of his brother.

That man walked fast, that's granted for he is really tall with really long legs. Yan literally have to jog to chase after him. She almost lost him on the ground floor when she saw a flash of beige at the corner of her eyes.

Ivan is walking towards the park.

'Hey, wait up.' Yan called after him before jogging all the way to her side. 'You must be Ivan. My name is Yan, I am Yao's sister. Thank you for being by his side, I hope you can give him another chance.'

Ivan gave a glance at her before looking back to the front. He took a deep breath and said 'Yao doesn't seem too happy that a man likes him, isn't he?'

'No no, it's not because of that. Trust me, he is okay. He is just very unlucky and he is deeply afraid of hurting you.' Yan insisted earnestly, grabbing Ivan's arm that is tucked snugly into his side pocket.

'What?' Ivan asked, knitting his brow in response to this weird explanation. Unlucky? Hurting him? What does Yan actually means, he thought.

'Come with me, I'll tell you his story.' Yan said, gesturing to the bench located at the side of the jogging path. It's a little wet from the morning dew but she guessed that will do.

The morning's breath still hung thickly in the air as the rays from the skies glitter through the foliage. Fallen brown leaves scattered amongst the green grass unkempt, like a little untouched fairy paradise in the middle of a suburban district. There's no lake to perfect the view, but an old abandoned well that became the deity of wishes.

Ivan turned to his side to look at Yan, who was in turn staring at the crumbling well. What happened to Yao? Ivan thought, a sense of dread looms over him.