Chapter 30 - If Everyday Was Like This

Yul brightened at the idea of staying for dinner. Hewas more than ready to. Habitual of the academy schedule, he was used to food being served on a scheduled time every day but when it came to living alone, he had to be self-dependent for such tasks. And since he didn't have any talent in cooking, he would have oats and four boiled eggs for breakfast, the police canteen menu for lunch and a home-delivered tiffin for dinner.

"Yes, please," he almost begged, making Zeng smile. "I'll call the tiffin service and tell them to not send my tiffin tonight."

Zeng nodded before turning to the kitchen and putting on an apron. He had already chopped up some vegetables but chopped some more for Yul's share and made sure that the measurements would be enough to feed three people and there was a fair amount of meat in the diet.

Zeng knew Yul ate a lot. And he also knew that Yul would be having eating problems because of the schedule and tiffin. So as long as possible, he wanted to make good and healthy dishes for him. Zeng was worried since Yul looked so tired and travelling would exhaust him even more. If possible, he would just ask him to stay with him for the night.

He paused in the middle of chopping tomatoes, blushing at the thought of Yul staying overnight, in the same room as him. He shook his head, warding off unnecessarily thoughts and went back to working with the knife. Maybe he was overthinking.

All the while, Yul laid on the sofa, tiredly looking through his phone. He then stopped scrolling and pressed the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes. He looked so worn out as Zeng watched him with concern. The Yul in uniform at the graduation ceremony was bright and uptight. However this Yul looked so small and vulnerable that Zeng couldn't help but want to pamper him.

"You can stay here tonight if you want," Zeng said before he could stop himself. Then mentally slapped himself for phrasing it weirdly. "I- I mean . . ."

"Yeah, I want to," Yul answered lazily, "I don't have the energy to go back to my place anyways. Thank you, Zeng ge." He smiled a pure smile from the sofa and Zeng felt his heart melting. He cleared his throat, snapping out of it.

"Then you can take a shower. I'll bring you some of my clothes."

Yul forced his body to get up and went to the shower. Zeng covered the pan and put rice in the steamer. Then he went to the small closet to fish out some clothes. Although a bit shorter, Yul's body size was definitely a score larger than his own so he had to choose clothes of the biggest size he had.

He closed the closet's door when Yul decided to come out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. Water dripped from his wet hair travelling down the refined muscles of his chest, abdomen and disappearing in the fabric of the towel. Zeng couldn't help but take in the sight with a gulp.

"Like what you see?" Yul smiled boyishly and reached forward to take the clothes from Zeng's hand.

"It's nothing special," Zeng averted his eyes with a teasing smirk, making Yul frown. The hot and steamy Yul fresh from shower was gone once a pout decorated his lips and the baby fat in his cheeks bulged out. Now he looked more like a baby than a fine man.

Zeng snorted which ridiculed Yul even more. Laughing, he threw a spare towel at Yul. "Dry your hair well or you'll catch a cold."

He left the room. Yul slipped on the clothes and as expected the shirt was a bit tight over the upper chest since his shoulders were broader. He didn't mind though because the clothes had a faint lingering scent of vanilla, something he had experienced whenever he was close to Zeng. He inhaled the sweet scent, savouring it. It calmed his senses but aroused something deep within him, his eyes turning dreamy. He immediately brushed it off as soon as the thought came, thinking about everything else other than the person who was currently preparing dinner for him.

As expected, Yul ate the dinner heartily and Zeng praised himself for making an extra portion of food. But now the main question arose. The bed was sufficient only for a single person and the sofa wasn't the most comfortable place seeing that both the men were nearly six feet tall.

"What do we do now?" Zeng asked, scratching his head, not having thought about it earlier.

Yul smirked, "Since you are not so heartless to let me sleep on the couch and I am not so ungrateful to let you sleep on the couch, so . . . let's sleep on the bed instead, both of us."

Zeng narrowed his eyes at Yul making him chuckle. "Don't worry, Zeng ge. I won't jump on you when you're sleeping."

Zeng shoved him by the shoulders, "Who's afraid of you?" And crawled on the bed, laying himself at one end. Yul took his place on the other side, facing him. Their bodies were close to each other because of the lack of space. It went silent as nobody moved while the lamp on the side table shed a dim light.

"Sorry, it's cramped," Zeng whispered, trying not to break the soothing silence.

"Not that I mind," Yul whispered and scooted a bit closer. "This feels nice." He smiled, "I don't mind if everyday was like this."

Zeng hummed at the child's wish, "Well, I am not a fan of sleeping on a cramped bed everyday with a bulky guy." He teased.

Yul grinned foolishly and returned the tease, "At least, you'll get to see my sexy body everyday whenever I shower." Zeng blushed at once but the dim light from the lamp hid it.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, piggy," he pinched Yul's nose, earning a giggle from the younger one. Silence followed again as Zeng withdrew his hand.

"I love you, Zeng ge," Yul whispered softly, making Zeng gulp.

"I- " was all Zeng could say before he heard light, steady breathing. Yul had fallen asleep from the day's exhaustion. His features had softened and the vulnerability had returned to his usually tough self. Shaking his head, Zeng pulled the duvet over them. He lamented over the three words Yul had said and meant. He was about to repeat them in the spur of moment but he really wanted to take his time and make the other person feel his love when he really meant it and with Yul, he was willing to take that chance. Yul's sleeping face was the last thing he saw before closing his eyes and the last thing he thought about before his mind closed off into a blank space.

Maybe if everyday was like this, he wouldn't mind it too.