flower boy ~ yuwin

fifteen

a few days passed, and everything was normal. yuta had seen sicheng almost daily, and they were just both getting on with their daily lives.

today was just like that. yuta had eaten breakfast and was preparing to visit sicheng at work like usual. i wished sicheng could stop working, but he was stubborn. yuta could see that he struggled, but knew that he enjoyed being distracted for a few hours.

he got in his car with a hoodie for the boy, and drove. he drove and all he could think about was sicheng. he thought about his pretty eyes, his pretty hair, the way he held his hand and the way he gave him small kisses sometimes to wake him up.

but he also thought about his disease. he thought about his future. he thought about the inevitable and what was going to happen to the two in the next few years.

opening the café door, yuta was surprised when he didnt see sicheng behind the counter. he was sure that he said he was working today. he furrowed his brows, walking up to the woman who was serving in sicheng's place.

"hey, how can i help you?" she smiled kindly. yuta shook his head.

"no no, i dont want anything-" he explained, "i was wondering if sicheng was here? dong sicheng?"

"ah, i'm here to cover his shift," she smiled, "he isnt working today. his roommate called in to let us know."

yuta sighed sadly, before thanking the woman, "thank you uh- i'll get two cookies please."

he watched the worker grab two cookies for him and his lover, but he was confused. in a way, it was good that he hadn't come to work, however he was worried why he hadn't, when he knew how much he enjoyed it.

"here you go," she smiled, "$2 please."

he passed her the money with a worried smile, before walking back to his car quickly.

yuta: is sicheng okay

lucas: i'm not gonna lie to you and say he's okay, he's struggling, but he's managing and coping. are you coming over?

yuta: should i?

lucas: i think so. i think he'd like that alot.

yuta: alright, i'll be over in 10

-

"hi baby~" yuta whispered, sitting on the edge of sicheng's bed, a cookie in one hand and a cup of water in the other. lucas had remained downstairs so the two could talk and spend time together.

"l-lucas?" he mumbled from under the covers. yuta shook his head, stroking the boy's hair after placing the snack and drink on his bedside table.

"it's me, yuta." he let him know, pulling part of the blanket down and off of his face so he wouldn't overheat.

"who-" he slowly turned around to see the boy's face, and smiled when he realised, "ah! yuta~ sorry i forget... sleepy..."

he wiped his eyes with his fists like a baby, sitting up slowly. yuta held his arm, helping him up, "that's okay my love... you okay?"

"mhm..." sicheng responded before yawning and stretching. yuta smiled fondly, admiring him, "why you come here?"

"i was going to visit you at work, but you werent there," he chuckled softly, "a nice woman let me know that lucas had called in sick for you though."

"mm.. i not sick?" sicheng tilted his head, "i just sleepy and brain messy."

"ah, i see.." yuta understood, "can i check your temperature?" sicheng nodded, letting the boy place the back of his hand on his head, "you're slightly warm, chengie.."

sicheng pouted, as yuta tried to take off his blanket to cool him down, "no~ i want blanket."

"can i open the window then?"

"but cold.."

"sicheng you're burning up. i need to cool you down a little bit, okay?" yuta explained to sicheng, who just nodded sadly, "thank you, my love."

"c-cold-" sicheng reacted as soon as yuta opened the window, "it's cold."

yuta shook his head, taking off his jacket and shoes, crawling into the boy's bed, "come here," he smiled, patting his chest, "i'll make you warmer, but you need to get some air. it's humid in here. that wont make you feel any better."

sicheng relaxed in yuta's arms, feeling the older kiss his head gently. he felt so much love with this man. he wished he could spend the rest of his life  with him. every waking minute.

he sighed lovingly, dropping small kisses on yuta's visable chest, "love."

"hm?"

"love."

"what about love?" yuta asked with a smile.

"it's.. what i feel."

y/n i want a love like theirs