To Wield Such Prowess || ZHANYI/YIZHAN FF

10

Yibo can't even drink water properly.

It causes a thud when he places his tumbler down, and he continues to stare into nothing like he's been doing for hours now.

Yibo gulps down the water in his mouth, blinking.

Xiao Zhan...

Yibo places his index finger against his lips.

I've been holding and kissing him.

The Xiao Zhan.

Yibo swallows, his eyes darting as he pulls his hand away from his face, thinking of slapping himself awake.

Because this is surely a dream.

He must be sleeping again.

Yibo inhales shakily, feeling lightheaded as he tries to hit himself in the face. But with his hazy mind, he doesn't get to put any force.

Yibo starts to feel tingles around his body at every part where he's been close to Xiao Zhan's, everywhere that he's been touched by Xiao Zhan.

He breathes out and hastily pulls his blankets over himself, covering his face before screaming without a sound.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

On top of everything, because Yibo's eyes are closed, his mind goes straight to replaying how the marks he put on Xiao Zhan's throat and collarbone looked.

Yibo clutches the sheets in his hands tightly, and he sits up with them over his lap, breathing out loud.

He wanders his unstable eyes around his room, before he bites his lips with a smile he can't prevent.

Zhan-ge.

Yibo pouts, and then the overwhelming giddy feelings come back to him again. He covers his face as he feels his ears heating up.

"Oh my god," he breathes, biting his lips as he kicks his legs on the bed, before abruptly getting himself up, pressing his palm over his chest.

He pats himself to try and calm down, but it doesn't help.

Honestly, nothing might help.

"Wang Yibo," Yibo whispers to himself, breathing through his mouth.

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"Control your hormones, alpha."

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Yibo messes up his hair, cursing Xiao Zhan (lovingly) under his breath.

"Why does he have to be so cute? Why does he have to be so handsome," Yibo mutters, before he looks at the wall across him with a frown. "Hm. Someone that handsome deserves to be with someone like me."

Yibo laughs at his own words before he wanders his gaze to the necklace on his table.

He furrows his eyebrows as he walks toward his glass-encased jewelry without thinking.

Yibo crouches down and examines the pendant, before a weak smile paints his features.

"Hm," Yibo whispers, pressing his hand on the glass. "I finally got to meet Zhan-ge," he says. "You approve of him, right?"

Yibo doesn't even know what he has initially expected. The necklace won't even respond. The last time this pendant shined was three centuries ago.

Yibo's smile fades in memory.

He then turns to pull out a chair to sit in front of the necklace, before taking the glass capsule out.

Yibo's fingers are trembling, but he tries to gain enough courage to hold it again. He expects the same heavy feeling he always gets when he carries this in his hands.