Mending My Fractured Heart [on hold]

06 Have I Gone Crazy?

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Yibo POV

I watched in amusement from the corners of my eyes as Sean unfroze and quickly sat down, buckled his belt and threw a blanket on his face in embarrassment. I didn't know what he was thinking when he touched me, but damn, it felt amazing when his fingers were lingering on my face. And even better, I didn't develop the rash I usually experienced when having close body contact or even worse, touching. I still didn't know why Sean was the only person to who I wasn't allergic. That was the main reason I had him as my follower after all. I wanted to know why. What made him different from everyone else, except my own parents? Maybe he could be my long-lost brother or something. Only those who shared DNA with me were able to touch me and I wouldn't burst out in rashes. 

Moreover, it was funny seeing him strain to store his luggage in the overhead compartment but the moment I knew it was going to fall on his head, I knew I had to stop it. That was the moment I stared into his bewitching eyes and experienced something called a... bond? I don't really know how to explain it. But him touching my face was leaving a tingling sensation in me and I knew I wanted it desperately. For what reason, I don't know either.

I eased myself into my seat better, making myself more comfortable when Sean's head fell on my shoulder. I glanced to my left, seeing his brown hair spilt across my shoulder like milk on a table. The blanket was slowly slipping off from his face and I could see he was asleep. I took the blanket and covered his shoulders, but I didn't push his head away. I just let it rest there and allowed myself a rare smile.

Sean POV

I felt someone move and I found myself on the head of someone's shoulder. The fabric smelled distinctly of honey and lemon and it soothed me deeply. I breathed the fragrance in again and looked up to see who's shoulder I was on. It probably wasn't rational for me to smell someone's jacket first before apologizing for sleeping on their shoulder but the sweetness of the smell of his jacket was suddenly becoming addictive and it seemed to me that his jacket was my new cigarette. I don't smoke, but I know what it's like to be addicted since my father was an avid smoker.

I lifted my now rejuvenated brain and met with the eyes of WANG... YI... BO... 

I felt my eyes widen in shock and recognition. He smiled cheerily at me as if he wasn't one bit dismayed by the prospect of an employee borrowing the shoulder of his boss as a comfortable pillow. And even worse, I can bet that he even saw me sniffing his jacket. I was appalled and flustered by my own somnolent self and my audacity to even TOUCH my boss's face. 

Oh my god! I was sleeping on the shoulder of my own boss! What on earth was I even thinking? Oh, for god's sake, I really don't need to add another experience to my already long list of embarrassing events.  This is so embarrassing, should I pretend to sleep? Should I find a hole to hide?

"Sean, Sean, I know you're awake. You don't have to pretend to sleep anymore," Yibo said caringly, going down and looking into my eyes. He smiled again like a child who didn't seem to have a care in the world. 

I felt my face flame with heat. "Y-Y-Yes, boss, is anything wrong?" Oh my god, this is so awkward! What should I do?!

He smiled and said nonchalantly, "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that our food has arrived."

"Food? Such a small distance we needed to cover and you even felt the need to order food?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Of course there's food. If you have the money, that is. So do you want to eat or not? If you don't want to, it's fine."