Unsaid Love Story

Chapter 45

There is silence for a long moment, both of them breathing hard. Yibo still lies heavily on top of Zhan, but he can't find it in himself to care. It isn't until Yibo moves off of him, and he hears him working to zip up his pants, that everything hits Zhan like a freight train. "What had I done?" His vision is still blurry, and wet droplets cling to the edges of his eyelashes as he tries to force his body into relaxation.

The fever of heat starts to rise again, making him feel even more uncomfortable. His shoulder throbs in pain, and he worries that it might be injured from the intense fucking. As he reaches up to rub his shoulder, he feels a scabbed bite mark and freezes in terror. Tears well up in his eyes as he wonders why all of this is happening to him and where it will ultimately lead him.

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels a comforting hand on his cheek, catching his tears. He places his hands over Yibo's and sobs uncontrollably, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Y-Yibo!" His hands tremble with emotion once again.

"Bunny," Yibo calls out with worry, pulling Zhan into his lap. He allows him to lean against his shoulders and tries to comfort him. "Don't," he says, reaching up to swipe at the tears that make their way down Zhan's cheeks.

"I'm scared!" Zhan closes his teary eyes and turns around, shuddering as he buries his head in the crook of Yibo's neck and scents himself on him.

"You have me." Yibo pulls back, gazes at Zhan lovingly, and kisses him before wiping his lower lip with his thumb. "I hate to say this, but we need to keep moving if you want to perform at the concert," he says, gesturing toward the costumes and belongings by the door. True to his word, Yibo takes charge and makes the necessary arrangements with Ji Li over the phone to address the situation.

Zhan tries to move, but his legs feel wobbly, so he leans on Yibo for support. He knows he needs to be done but doubts his strength. Wanting to boost his courage, Yibo gives Zhan a pill to swallow. Zhan trusts him and doesn't question it. Gradually, the darkness in his vision fades, allowing him to continue with the day.

Zhan refreshes and gets ready quickly with Yibo's help, all the while thinking about the concert. There are many things that he needs to care for and handle after this, but he doesn't want to trash his mind about them now. Four lives tangle with his fate, and he has to remind himself not to break their dreams because of his distraction.

Standing like a statue, he stares at the floor and works out some things in mind until a pair of legs halt their movement in front of him. He bites his lip worriedly and looks up to meet Yibo's gaze, which is trying to read through his soul. Neither talk, for the time being.

Yibo's nose softly presses into Zhan's cheek, almost as if a soundless question is asking, "Are you okay?"

Zhan leans into the touch for a split second before wrapping his arms around Yibo and nodding. He feels more lightheaded as warmth fills him up.

Yibo releases his pheromones and covers Zhan with his scent, wanting to shield him from the other alphas when he leaves his embrace. Because the smell of Zhan is still strong in the enclosed space, even if he takes a remedy, and it's at high risk if he wanders around, especially when he's in heat. To an alpha, the smell of omega in heat is like a five-course dinner to a starving man. It is irresistible.