THE PERFECT TWIN

Chapter 31: Back home

**For those who skipped the last chapter here's a short summary of: Wangji went to the room and found that XiaoZhan was abused by another guy and he was pissed and threw the guy out. He then cleaned him up, they kissed and then Xiaozhan was brought home. Please don't forget to vote!!

Chapter 31: Back home

The trip home was spent in silence, Xiaozhan was mostly asleep. When his eyes were open, Wangji would ask him how his body felt from time to time and Xiaozhan would give a short perfunctory reply then said nothing more and chose to gaze out of the window. He didn't want to go back to that home but at the same time he felt bad rejecting Wangji's good intention.

The house had traces of Lan Yibo everywhere. Xiaozhan felt himself shrinking as he resisted hand that was pulling him in.

"Scared?" Wangji asked

Xiaozhan nodded silently. His gaze directed to the ground.

"Wangji... I.. I think its better if I move out for the time being" Xiaozhan said. He couldn't go inside that house that was full of their memories after all. It was too much for him. He needed a break and a time out to sort himself out. But this was precisely what Wangji was afraid if. He had tried his best to cater to his needs and be attentive to him during the trip home for fear of one thing- Xiaozhan moving out. How could he let him move out after he finally had a chance to be together with him. Moreover, seeing Xiaozhan's self destructive behavior during the past few days made him even reluctant to part with him even for a second.

"No.." Wangji quickly said hugging Zhan from behind.

"Try it out first, you can move into my room for the time being or if it gets too difficult then I can move out with you." he said, his head resting on Zhan's shoulders.

"Move to your room? Then where will you sleep?"

"With you... or if you feel uncomfortable, I can sleep in the sofa downstairs. We'll not go into your old room for now?"

Xiaozhan nodded agreeing silently. Moving out would be too much of a hassle. This place was close to his office and Yibo was not even here.

Wangji was probably worried what he would do if he was left alone. At this, even though he wanted to be away from the memories they shared for the past two years, deep inside, Xiaozhan also did not want to be alone.

"Don't worry.. We'll make new memories and overlap the unpleasant ones."

Wangji's arms was around him firmly, reminding him that he was not alone. He then brought Xiaozhan to sit in the sofa and left for the kitchen. Wangji came back and handed him a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

When the warm liquid trickle down his throat, Xiaozhan started sobbing uncontrollably. This time, Wangji sat by his side and one arm was around him, stroking his arm. Little by little, Xiaozhan was beginning to feel comfort in the warmth. The few days ago seemed to be a distant dream and only the warmth beside him was real. For a moment, Xiaozhan was afraid to leave its warmth.

When they got upstairs, the dark stained door came to view and flashes of memories they had once shared behind the close door came flooding in his mind. Xiaozhan's stood still staring at the door, complex emotions welled in his mind.

Wangji sighed as if understanding everything. He kissed Xiaozhan on the forehead and pulled him to his room instead. Wangji had been behaving more touchy feely toward himself and Xiaozhan did not mind it. Everytime he saw his face, he would consciously tell himself this isn't Yibo and to give his heart another chance to let go of the past.

Wangji's room had no traces of Yibo nor his scent. It was an entirely different feel and smelled different and Xiaozhan did not hate it.

"Wait a while. I'll help you get your pyjamas... Is there anything else you'd like me to get for you?" Xiaozhan shook his head. Wangji's large arms pushed Xiaozhan to sit on the bed gently. When his fingers left Xiaozhan's palm, Xiaozhan felt empty all of a sudden, and in reflex, he had wanted to grab hold his fingers tightly. But Wangji had turned for the door. Xiaozhan stared in confusion at his palm and his fingers that had nothing but traces of the other's warmth.