Zhan and Yibo practically grew up together.
Though there had been a few years of separation, the two made up just before Zhan's wedding.
But unfortunate things do catch them by surprise. At Zhan's wedding day, Yibo was caught in a car crash.
His con...
"His memories are fragmented. I am not surprised." The experienced specialist told Zhan.
The younger man can only purse his lips and keep his head downcasted. The beat of his heart is still fluttering whilst the freezing chills filled his chest. Zhan still couldn't recover from the shock that Yibo forgot who he was.
The old doctor and Zhan had been hand-in-hand throughout Yibo's recuperation for two years. With Yibo's bad head trauma and years of comatose, the possibility of amnesia and even worst case scenarios such as him not waking up or him waking up but on vegetative state had been discussed. Losing some memories actually is better than the latter two possibilities.
However, the aftermanth is still painful.
Zhan closed his eyes and endured the urge to cry. 'Why only me?' This question was intriguing.
After thorough investigations, the doctor can only pat Zhan's shoulder. His heavy sigh and compassionate greying eyes looked at the younger. It seemed, Yibo had mostly forgotten only about Zhan.
"It baffles me too. He remembers everything well except y--..." The specialist held the next word in his tongue, unable to spit it out seeing the broken-hearted man's visage. "I can only think of two reasons why, Mr. Zhan. Knowing how close you were before the accident, the two probabilities are: First, he holds you the most dearly and during the accident his subconscious wanted to protect his memories of you the most. Unfortunately, they ended up staying in his secret box inside his head even after he had woken up. Second,.." He peeked at Zhan again and hoarsely divulged, "...there might have been something that happened in the past which made him want to forget you."
These assumptions ran in circles inside Zhan's head. He did not notice how long he had been sitting outside Yibo's room, thoughts floating away. Thinking which of the two was probably right. If it was the latter, which 'something' was it? Was it his marriage with Yang Zi or was it something even before that? Was it the reason Yibo left China?
Buried in deep thoughts, Zhan almost jumped when the door slid besides him and Seungyoun's head popped out from the inside.
Seungyoun, this man continued to be Yibo's bestfriend since childhood. If there was someone besides Zhan who had cared for Yibo during this difficult time, it would be this loyal man.
"Don't think too much, Zhan-xiong. Our little lion is awake now, isn't that what should matter the most?" Youn thinly smiled at Zhan and encouraged him to come in.
Just as Zhan entered, a quiet "I'm sorry." greeted him and made his already bleeding heart get stabbed a million times more. He almost kneeled on the spot and cry his brokeness out if not that Youn squeezed his shoulder painfully and nudged him to look at the beautiful man awaiting for his reply.
Zhan calmed the surging emotions in his heart. His usually smiling and gentle face looked heartbroken, but he sported a forced smile as genuine looking as he could.
Standing a foot away from his dearest, Zhan pacified Yibo's conscience while he humbled himself in front of his most precious one. "It's okay. You don't need to worry about it." His voice choked and his words were bleak.
Yibo saw the red tinge on the corner of those phoenix eyes. This man, why does looking at his sadness makes Yibo's chest squirm and throb in torture?
Yibo averted his gaze unable to bear the discomfort. His eyes shut, mind rails working, ransacking his brain for who this man in his life was. Swiftly, the stress built up and an agonising headache made him scrunch his forehead and his breathing ragged.
Two pair of arms suddenly enveloped him before he could open his misty amber eyes. His focus was dazed. Liquids hanged in his eyelashes making them heavy.
"It's o-okay." A broken bass muttered against his ear like a whisper. "You don't need to force yourself to remember, Bo. It's okay." The last three words seemed to be made to engrave to oneself too.
Yibo nodded tiredly and leaned against Zhan's warm chest.
The younger who was oblivious and confused wet the chest of the stranger, letting his tears fall. Whereas, the older who was quietly suffering tightened his grip around his dearest and damped the shoulder of the other with his sad love.
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A/N:
Belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our BOSS BABY WANG YIBO 🥳
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hwaiting for this movie toooooo 💚
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