I am in love with my best friend

Name: I am in love with my best friend
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Hadiza

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Yibo and Zhan are two close friends who spend most of their time together. Everyone knows they're deeply in love with each other, except for both of them. Sometimes they like to mess around, have a smidge of fun, but they're both two straight teenage boys... After a kiss happens between them, Yibo and Zhan are forced to face their locked-up feelings for each other, and facing feelings is a boy's worst nightmare... especially when they are about his male best friend... Unable to control their lust, they started a secret relationship.... But things got a bit heated when Yibo did some things that he later apologized for. Will Zhan forgive him?

Modern Sweet Romance

Chapter 5 five

08-26 00:48

Chapter 1 one

I sighed as I closed the front door to Zhan's house behind me, turning to find that he'd already walked into the lounge. He's not the politest of people. Walking down the hall and past the stairs to the living room door that Zhan had disappeared into.

It was dark since the Xiao's love to save energy and contribute to saving the planet - well, his mother and father did. Zhan couldn't really give two shits about conserving energy..

As I neared the entrance, I could hear the conversation they were having.

"Where have you been all afternoon?" I'm pretty sure that was his older Sister's voice Xuan... I should know, I've had enough fantasies to recognize it. Sometimes it sucks to be young when there's really a hot girl who's two years older than you and thinks that you're still a kid. I'm sixteen. I'm not a kid anymore, but she obviously doesn't see that.

"Just hanging with Yibo." Zhan replied. I just caught him shrug as I swung around the door frame to grace them with my presence as if on cue, with a sweet smile set in features. I, unlike Zhan, am always polite. It pays when you need favours or a place to stay.

"Ah, hello Yibo!" Mrs Xiao exclaimed with a warm grin.

"Hey," I stopped by Zhan's side who, most likely on purpose, stood in direct view of the television in order to make sure everyone's attention stayed focused on him. Attention whore. His sister didn't look too happy about that. Curled up on the couch with a blanket snuggled around her, I would join her if their mother wasn't in the room.

"So What did you get up to?" she asked, the grin still fixed in place. flashing bleached teeth with her blue eyes fixed upon her Son, who stood to my left.

"Nothing really. Hung around with some of Yibo's friends and met his girlfriend." I swallowed with embarrassment at the point. I felt like nudging him saying, not in front of your mom, but I kept my cool as I sported a faint blush.

With a slight raise of an eyebrow at Zhan's little girlfriend comment, his mom asked, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?

No, it's okay, we ate. Zhan turned his head to look at me, his hands shoved in his pocket in his usual fashion. Unless you're still hungry? His eyes flickered up and down my face as he waited for my answer.

Nah, I'm fine thanks. Which reminded me; Zhan spilled coke on my shirt, which is expensive material and definitely will not please my mother. With a roll of my eyes and a quick glance at the faded stain on my white shirt, I leaned towards zhan and murmured, I'll be up in your room. Before shooting a quick smile towards his mother and sister, and towards the doorway once more.

I took the stairs two steps at a time, swerving right and heading down the narrow hall to Zhan's room. Even though they were well off money wise. They didn't make it obvious with a big house and flashy car. I liked that about them. My parents are complete twats, constantly flashing notes around like it's just a worthless piece of paper.

I swung open the door to Zhan's room, closing it quietly behind me.

I've always loved Zhan's bedroom, simple, with only the things he needs. A double bed in the center of the room with a television mounted on the wall in direct line, his PS5 box laying underneath on the top drawers, where I found dirty magazines when we were fourteen....

But my favorite thing in his room was his wardrobe, taking up the entire length of one wall with mirrors for doors, doors that slide open. My wardrobe is a cupboard. And doors that don't slide....

Approaching said wardrobe, I slid the doors open and flicked through his clothing and resulted in picking one of the few three shirts he owns. Closing the doors once again, I stripped myself from my top and threw it into the drawers to remind me to pick them up before leaving. Slipping Zhan's, almost identical to my shirt over my shoulders, buttoning it up slowly, covering my toned abdomen one inch at a time.

Just as I was adjusting the collar and ruffling my brown hair up a bit. Zhan sauntered into view. "Is that my shirt?" was the first word that left his mouth. I turned to face him smugly.

" You spilt Coke on mine, remember? I'll give you back tomorrow"

I'm sure you will. If I did a house raid, I'm willing to bet there's like fifty unique items of my clothing just in your room, never mind the entire house.

Well, then you shouldn't forget to take your clothes with you when you stay over. I smirked, walking over to where Zhan was leaning against his drawers beneath the television.

Mm-hm. Maya, your girlfriend, bit of a whore, don't you think? Well, that came out of nowhere. I stared at him for a few seconds in silence, contemplating how to answer that as I shoved my hands in my pocket and leaned back on the balls of my feet slightly.

Erm, I guess? She's not really my girlfriend, anyway. She sleeps with who she wants and I sleep with who I want to. I shrugged with nonchalance.

What kind of relationship is that? Zhan's voice was quiet now, like he was saying a secret.

I believe it's called "an open one".

And you still want to sleep with her after she's been slutting it up with a bunch of guys? His eyebrows almost shot off his forehead at that, which made me laugh.

Course not, we don't sleep with each other, she's just good to have around. My connection to connections. I widened my eyes with mock. Zhan's eyes trailed down and focused more intently on his shirt I wore. His stare felt heated, and I smirked as he pivoted his head to the side.

You had to pick out my most expensive shirt, didn't you? That was the one that still had the tag on. He whispered with a smile entertaining in his lips. I bit the inside of my cheek, cocking one eyebrow.

It doesn't anymore; he thought he could have his bitch fit. I jumped straight in. Sorry, okay! I'll buy you another one, you know I hate t-shirts?

No, it's fine. I don't care, anyway. He paused before asking, Hey, where's your tie? My hand instantly flew to my neck, where my tie should have situated but wasn't....