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...
Yibo tossed and turned. It was late at night but he still couldn't fall asleep.
There was something in that bed, in that room, that makes him queasy since Day 1. It felt different. It felt odd.
But that bothered him less that night. He was perturbed and troubled thinking of Zhan. The drumming of his heart remained chaotic and keyed up since afternoon. The hand that fortuituously touched Zhan's skin still felt zapped by an unknown electricity.
The longer they were parted, his senses just went more haywire.
He felt feverish. He felt unwell. He felt...incomplete.
This vicious cycle continued until a faint mewl across his room alarmed him. He was skittish as it is or maybe he was only waiting for an excuse to ran into Zhan's room.
He was there in a millisecond, buried under the same duvet as the older.
The route, the steps, the action all seemed so easy and familiar like a...
'Déjà vu?'
Yibo shoved the ludicrous logic as soon as it came up his head.
Unexpectedly, that bed, that room, that man's presence brought him comfort and induced his sleep. His eyes gradually grew weary and his body spontaneously arched and scooped closer to Zhan's warm back. The day's chaos steadily calmed and Yibo allowed his consciousness seep into that moment of tranquil.
*"Sleep, Bo-di. Gege will stay with you, I promise."*
These words... Yibo's pupils dilated as those words rang in his ears.
Eyes widely awake again, he stared at Zhan's sleeping form.
"What was that? Am I hallucinating?" He mused and he almost jumped when a white fluff peeked from under their blanket.
"Meow!" It said and Yibo wanted to shove it outside Zhan's room when it kept on making those disturbing purrs.
He had barely leaned over to grab the annoying thing when Zhan's body turned to face him. His heart leaped out of his ribcage and into his mouth. "G-Ge?" Yibo was unsure if the other was in dreamland or not but their faces' distance were so close he could almost taste Zhan's lips.
The phoenix eyelids unfold, showing a blank somnolent gaze. It blinked at Yibo twice before those lovely almonds retired back and shut close.
"My little prince..." Zhan's face bore a smile which did wonders to Yibo's soul. "...Gege will stay with you, I promise."
The same phrase. The same voice. The same softness and gentleness echoed within Yibo's mind. It continuously replayed until his head hurt. But he persevered on and kept the phrase reeling. 'my little prince' 'Gege' 'I promise'. Yibo squeezed his eyes and continued to pry within the confinement of his subconscious.
He pushed his limits. Beads of sweat lined his forehead until his head flopped onto the pillow and blood oozed from his nose.
He was in too much pain, his consciousness slipping.
Then the most awaited appeared.
Visions came.
Darkness.
Sounds of rain.
A child with a mole under his lips welcoming him in a comfortable embrace. "Bobo..."
Yibo's heart raced with fear, with excitement, with sadness.
"Gege!"
Yibo was not an empty canvass anymore.
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A/N:
23-Aug-2022
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