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YIBO
I couldn't help but grab his hand when I heard him say my name, the same way my Yuta did when he first told me he loved me. That sweet, calming, captivating voice coming from his cherry-like lips which makes me almost want to taste with mine, his round eyes so alluring when he's nervous, it felt like we were in a different dimension and his body language that makes me believe he feels the same way.
But I was wrong.
I walked towards him closer and closer with my palm with his warm and trembling one, looking straight to his eyes, waiting if he would let go but he didn't. With only a few steps, I managed to come near his angelic face, so near I felt his heavy breath hit my mouth immediately releasing hot flushes all over my body.
That was it for me.
I let go of his hand and trapped his cheeks in between my palms, squeezing it quite rough for I couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes and shoved my lips with his moist one without thinking about the consequences that might occur after, cause I honestly didn't care. I felt like a different person..he made me feel like a different person and I didn't know why. I indulged in it for a while until Yuta's face suddenly appeared on my mind. I opened my eyes only to see a shocked and confused man so I instantly removed my lips and hands and took a step back away from him. Different emotions came rushing inside me as I look at him with a sorry eye but, only gave me a dreadful stare in return and then silence. We stood there looking at each other with no words coming out from our mouths. His expression utters lament but for some reasons, I sensed no anger and I, on the other hand, was furious by my doings.
It was unbearable. The thought that I betrayed my Yuta was agonizing.
It was my fault, I forgot who he was, I forgot who I was because I can not restrain my self.
I noticed his eyes forcing to not drop a tear as he drifted it away from my gaze, wondering what he was thinking about. Probably slap me but to my surprise, he turned his body around instead and quietly walked away, not looking back again at the mistake that had happened tonight. I wanted to stop him and apologize but it was too late, my mind was playing me and I lost. I told him earlier that we should get along and he agreed but, I think I just ruined it again because I couldn't control myself and took advantage of him when I saw no refusal.
I watched him vanish before my eyes, wondering if I would ever see him again after what I had done.
But why did I do that in the first place? It is because I see Yuta in him? I feel Yuta in him? Is it because..I'm lonely and I'm still longing for my lifeless love and in need of distraction? Or am I beginning to like him..
• • • •
ZHAN
My head was spinning and my heart was racing, tears preventing from plummeting and body trembling as he took away the sacredness of my lips. The lips I promised not to give to anyone unless time and fate permit it. What's gotten into him? My body won't move from where I was standing and I just looked at him feeling like a lost kid trying to find sense into it while the guilt and regret consume me inside. Air finally reached me when he finally decided to let go of my flushed cheeks and released my lips from that rosy, smooth and sweet lips of his, as I was holding it in from the moment he did so.
He gazed at me, probably shocked as well as I was. But, how? He held my hand and came to me.
My best friend's lover, Wang Yibo, have snatched something I could never take back, but the worst thing was, I couldn't get my self to get indignant with him.
I wanted to shout, not because of anger, but because I felt like it was a foolish move on my side, and I felt like I cheated my own best friend even though he wasn't here anymore. I could feel my tear ready to jump out of my eye so I shifted my stare to where he will not see it, and I thought I could still hold it in a little bit longer but it wasn't easy. I closed my eyes for a brief second and took the deepest inhale before I finally decided to turn around and walk away.
I didn't dare look back for I can't anymore stand the uneasiness between the both of us. My steps were wide along with my tears flowing freely, tears I thought I would never cry again after Yuta's death but just like that, it broke open again because of Yibo.
Because of that stupid kiss.
I stopped in a corner, making sure Yibo can't see me anymore and grabbed my handkerchief in my pocket, wiping away the tears that don't seem to end and hoping that the guilt flows away with it. I put down my backpack and leaned on the wall for a minute, trying to calm myself down. Thankfully, there wasn't a single soul around to see me sobbing like an idiot. I closed my eyes while I rubbed my lips with my fingers, repeating the same words inside my head; I'm sorry, Yuta. I didn't mean to..I took you away from him..and now, I feel like I am taking him away from you..why is this happening? I am always at fault..I'm sorry.
I picked up my backpack from the floor, ready to go home and just sleep off what happened. The night was getting deep and so was my emotions so I start to walk towards the elevator when suddenly, my surroundings began to whirl and my heart began to pound. It felt like there was a lump stuck on my throat for I couldn't take a deep breath. My foot froze and I began to shake uncontrollably, my head felt heavy and tight I almost fell on my knees when I heard a man scream my name, then someone's hand grabbed my arm. Somehow, I felt safe and then, all black.
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Xiao Zhan woke up from what seemed to be the longest sleep he has ever had, struggling to remember what happened to him and confused to where he was while trying to fully open his eyes which were still in a blurry state like everything else around him. Only the light from a lampshade made the room slightly apparent as he wiggles his hands with small movements then down to his foot fingers before sitting his weary body up even though his head was still spinning and his face still feels hot. When he managed to do so, he buried his face on his palms, massaging up and down his forehead when he suddenly remembered about the time and that he should've been home long ago.
He quickly removed the blanket from his legs and tried to get up when he noticed that his clothes were replaced by a t-shirt half his size and sleeping pants. Xiao Zhan didn't bother to examine anymore for he got up and instantly looked for his bag, walking around the room to find it when a knock on the door interrupted it all of a sudden.
"Zhan?"
The familiar cold and deep voice sent shivers down his spine, hitting him like a bullet inside finally making him remember clear as crystal what had happened after all the event that took place. Xiao Zhan stared at the door for a while hesitating to answer back, just stood there and sighed before taking a step backwards with his hand on his chest, caressing it. The squeaking sound coming from the door slowly opening made Zhan's heart skip a beat. He sat back into the bed panicking inside his mind, trying to conceal it, not wanting Yibo to see that he is anxious.
And there was Yibo, hung back behind the door reluctant to come in and face the man, uncertain if Zhan himself would want to deal with anything after everything that had gone on. He peeked inside and saw Zhan sitting upright in the mattress, with stares lock on the floor, obviously averting eyes from his own and arms hanging in between his thighs with hands clenched together. Yibo's dead eyes were now full of concern but acting it out outside with his cool posture as always. He slowly walked in and towards Zhan when the man unexpectedly stood up from the bed, eyes still preventing from looking at him which made Yibo pause for a brief moment.
"Mr. Wang, where are my bag and my clothes? I need to go home."
Yibo stared at Zhan for a while and without a word, walked towards the cabinet as Zhan eyes followed and pulled the backpack and the clothes with it which were folded nicely. He returns and handed it over to Zhan, but the man without saying anything turned his back from him instantly after receiving them, putting it on the bed and looked for his phone to check on the time, only to frown when he couldn't find it. Yibo knew what he was looking for and quickly intruded.
"I charged it downstairs. Someone kept calling you and it drained the battery."
Zhan upon hearing it faced Yibo for a second as if thanking him with his eyes, only to turn around again after.
"How did I come back here? Who changed me? Why? What time is it?"
Yibo wanted to come closer but Zhan's mood made him cautious. Not only he was the reason Zhan is upset, but he also blames himself why he suddenly sick so he couldn't do anything else but to glare at Zhan's sleek back and try to convince him to remain.
"Cheng and I brought you here when you blacked out. You were soaked in sweat so I asked Mrs. Yu to change you..It's 1:30 in the morning."
Zhan let out an annoyed sigh when he heard the time. He just wanted to get out and go home and sleep again in his bedroom. He finished arranging his things and was ready to walk out the door when Yibo clasped his arm making him flinched a little, not finishing his sentence.
"Oh..Mr. Yu. Please tell him I said..."
Zhan paused and looked at him straight in the eyes with bitterness patently visible in it as if telling the man to back off, pulling his arm away softly but with hostility. Yibo, on the other hand, didn't give much care as he grabs Zhan's wrist but this time, with a disgruntled expression.
"Just stay here. You have a fever. See?
Yibo pointed his finger at the nightstand table with a bowl of water and towel but Zhan only gave it a hurried look. And with that, he had a glimpse of a photo beside it, turning his head again on the direction. His heart sank when he saw his best friend's smiling face, making the hurt in his chest come back. Zhan's eyes swung around, trying hard not to be emotional again but Yibo noticed and looked at where Zhan's stare was. He heaved a sigh and returned on Zhan to continued to convince him to stay.
"It might get worse if you go out there this late."
"Please let go Mr. Wang. I need to go home. I have to go to work early. Please tell Mr. Yu Cheng and his mother I said thank you and I will return your clothes after I wash them."
Said Zhan not even staring back at the man, but as haughty as Yibo is, he knew that he can make him stay even by force but tried not to. Not this time, at least. He let go of Zhan's wrist which was feeling hotter than before since he was not in the position to stop him any longer.
"Fine. As for the clothes, you can keep them. They're Yuta's anyway."
Zhan didn't utter anything except for a slight nod and slowly walked towards the door, obviously in a weak state. Yibo attended his every step as he was sure that Zhan was not feeling well to go home alone and waits for the opportunity to step in and take Zhan himself, at least hoping that he asks him to avoid any misunderstandings.
Zhan felt his body became so light it seemed like it was floating along with a headache. He stopped near the stairs, stroking his temples and holding tight to the handrail while going down with careful steps not realizing that Yibo was already eyeing him from behind just in case he faints again. As from the moment Zhan walked down another step, his knees wiggled like a jelly causing him to nearly fall but Yibo was already there, bent down and instantly catches him before injuring himself. He held Yibo's hands which were at his chest and stomach in shock as he looks up at his saviour who was now staring down at him with an I-told-you-so expression. Zhan withdrew his hands and tried to stand up with Yibo's support, only giving the man a tired smile.
But, Yibo wasn't having it anymore.
"Zhan, if you want to go home you can just ask me to drive you. It's the least I can do after.."
"It's okay Mr. Wang, I can manage.."
"No, you can't."
"Mr. Wang, I already bothered you enough. Please let me go and let's just forget what happened earlier."
Yibo ears smoke upon hearing Zhan say the word forget. For some reasons, he wanted Zhan to be bothered by it, not forget it or him. He steps down from Zhan blocking his way, glaring at the sick man with sharp eyes as if wanting Zhan to conform to whatever he will say while the other man gape at him with his saggy eyes, a bit startled. To hell with it, he thought.
"You choose Zhan. I will drive you home or you will spend the night here? Choose and stop being stubborn about it."
Yibo asked directly, looking at Zhan straight in the eyes with superiority. But, Zhan was feeling too sick to even answer, he just wanted to lay down not giving much care to anything anymore. He stepped down to where Yibo was making the man's brows meet as Zhan gradually moved his head towards Yibo's shoulder and rested there like it was his safe place. Yibo was stunned but knew how sick Zhan when he felt his burning face in his shirt so he touched Zhan's neck with both his hands then his shoulders, squeezing it gently, down to his hands as he vaguely hears a soft sound coming out of the sick man's mouth.
"My head.it hurts. Yibo..it hurts.."
"Let's go back to my room, Zhan. You need to lay down."
Yibo whispered as softly as possible to Zhan's ear, nearly hugging the man. He grabbed his bag, placing it in one of the steps and assisted the fragile Zhan, turning him around and clutching both his hand to his arms and carefully walking up the stairs at the same time. Upon reaching the bedroom, Yibo immediately laid Zhan down and covered him with a blanket even though Zhan was not shivering. Zhan's face showed discomfort due to headache, shifting his head and body in every position to ease the pain. Yibo grabbed the towel and soaked it with warm water, sponging Zhan's face and placing it on his forehead after.
"Water..I want water.." Zhan murmured with his eyes sealed shut.
"Okay..I will get your water and medicine. Wait for me."
Yibo ran downstairs to get water and quickly went back upstairs to the bathroom to get the medicine. He was in thought with what was happening, never predicting that he will be worried or take care of someone other than Yuta.
When he entered the room, Zhan was still in a discomfort state as both hands were clutched into his hair, grabbing and pulling it hard. Yibo placed the water and medicine on the table and quickly stopped Zhan from continuing.
"Zhan, stop..your hurting yourself. Sit and take the medicine."
Zhan obliged and tried to sit with Yibo's help, pulling his hands gently forward. Zhan's headache lessened as soon as he took the medicine and laid down again. Yibo sighed as Zhan stared at him with his sleepy eyes.
"Thank you and sorry for bothering you like this."
"Hmmm. You should try and get some sleep. I'll be in the next room if you need me."
Before Yibo could stand up, Zhan stopped him by reaching his arm. The drug was taking effect fast as his mind sways in a different direction, not realizing what he was doing and just ready to fall asleep, mumbling;
"Stay with me..Mr. Wang..I want you here..lie next to me.."
Yibo's eyes smiled but he knew that it was because of the medicine Zhan took. Nevertheless, he felt glad. As Zhan finally dozed off, he gazed at his face with amazement in the thought of what will happen after he wakes up. Will he still be here? Will he still be mad? Questions he somehow didn't want answers to.
He lay down quietly beside Zhan who was already sleeping like a baby when he thought he heard Zhan vaguely say something in his sleep;
"Yibo..Yibo.."
And for Yibo, it was enough of a good night for him to smile, slowly closing his eyes with sweet dreams.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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I guess Yibo's lips can make you sick..but in a good way🤭
Here you go guys, another update.
Sorry for keeping you waiting but I was in a shit hole again, I was depressed and didn't want to write but I managed to do so.
Anyway, what do you think of this chapter? Comment down, please?❤