"If you truly love me then accept my brother"
He said
Fine if that's what you want but remember .(..sob)I will never come back to you even if you beg me and also I will only accept him but the one who is in my heart is you and always will..
The dorm room stirred with the first light of dawn, revealing the tranquil aftermath of our datenight. I found myself slowly waking, the lingering warmth of sleep dissipating as my eyes focused on the figure beside me. His peaceful slumber held a quiet beauty, and in that moment, I couldn't help but admire him, though my feelings remained a secret, buried deep within my heart.
As the realization unfolded that something was amiss, concern etched my features. A gentle touch confirmed my suspicions – a fever had gripped him. Urgency fueled my actions. With a hoodie shielding me from the morning chill, I ventured into the awakening city, seeking solace in the aisles of a pharmacy.
Back in the dorm room, I carefully woke him, his eyes meeting mine with a vulnerable gaze. Softly, I murmured, "you're not feeling well?" as I placed medicine and a cup of warm soup within his reach. In that quiet exchange, our unspoken connection deepened, a language of care transcending words.
As the medicine took effect, the room transformed into a haven of shared warmth. In an unspoken agreement, we embraced, a cocoon against the world outside. The once-ailing me, now feeling the revival of strength, opened my eyes to find him cradling me with a gaze that spoke volumes
In that tender moment, our unspoken feelings wove a new thread between us. The morning light, now fully embracing our space, witnessed a subtle but profound shift in our relationship. With newfound understanding, we clung to each other, our hearts echoing the sentiments that had lingered in the air for so long
XiaoZhan POV
With the medicine having taken its soothing effect, I couldn't help but feel the warmth of recovery settling in. As we shared a moment of quiet, he asked gently, "Feeling better now? What would you like to eat?" His caring words were a balm, and I mustered a small smile.
"I'd like you to hold me," I confessed softly, the vulnerability of the moment bridging the gap between us. Without hesitation, he moved closer, our beds merging into a shared space of comfort. The warmth of his embrace enveloped me, a sanctuary against the remnants of the illness.
In that intimate closeness, he hugged me tenderly, our hearts beating in synchrony. The air, filled with unspoken emotions, seemed to hum with the promise of care and understanding. And then, in a gesture that spoke volumes, he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead – a silent affirmation of affection and solace.
As we lay there, tangled in the gentle embrace, the room became a haven where words were replaced by the language of touch and shared vulnerability. In the quiet of the dorm room, beneath the subtle glow of the morning light, our connection deepened, sealed with the tenderness of a forehead kiss.
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Sorry guys I am really busy these days .I got lot of work to do still i somehow manged to write this small chapter...and if anyone could give me advice where I can manage my office hours and this book as well so do share... please comment and give votes see you soon ❤️
