To Wield Such Prowess || ZHANYI/YIZHAN FF

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A/N: An update for 3-28 ('Zhan loves Bo') day!

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Xiao Zhan pulls the blankets over Yibo, sighing and staring at the younger's face with both concern and confusion.

Most negative magic spells have detrimental side effects, so Xiao Zhan understands why Yibo is having something akin to a human fever after being hit by one.

But what he can't quite get is: who hit Yibo with it?

If Lay wasn't the one whose magic hurt Yibo, why did he sense a negative spell in Yibo's body?

Xiao Zhan chews on the inside of his lips in apprehension, the idea of just reading Yibo's mind to find out what happened suddenly sounding very efficient at the moment.

But Xiao Zhan doesn't like reading people's memories without their permission.

Xiao Zhan takes a breath in defeat, resorting to placing a soft kiss on Yibo's forehead. "Get well soon, gouzaizai," he whispers.

Xiao Zhan lightly jolts, however, when he sees Yibo looking up at him with curious eyes the moment he pulls back.

"Lao Wang," Xiao Zhan breathes in surprise.

"Ge," Yibo mumbles, blinking slowly and looking at Xiao Zhan's hand planted on the bed at his side, as he is now trapped under Xiao Zhan's torso.

Xiao Zhan clears his throat, backing away and avoiding Yibo's gaze when the latter meets his gaze. "You're awake," Xiao Zhan remarks. "I'm gonna have to cook you something," he says, about to get up when Yibo grabs his wrist.

Xiao Zhan's body stiffens in surprise, both from the act and from Yibo's flaming hot skin.

"Don't leave, Zhan-ge."

"Lao Wang," Xiao Zhan says, sitting himself back down. "You haven't eaten."

"Yeah, but," Yibo whispers, looking down at Xiao Zhan's chest. "I don't want you to leave yet."

"I'll be right back though," Xiao Zhan points out, smiling reassuringly. "Or you could wait at the dining table," Xiao Zhan suggests. "Let me carry you."

Yibo makes a small sound of protest, pulling Xiao Zhan down with him instead, wrapping his arms around Xiao Zhan as if locking him there. "Stay," Yibo whispers.

Xiao Zhan lets out a gasp, pressing a hand on the bed to balance his weight and not crush Yibo's body under him. "Lao Wang," Xiao Zhan starts. "You feel so hot right now."

Yibo huffs, burying his face on Xiao Zhan's neck anyway.

"I'm serious, Lao Wang. I think I'd be boiling soon."

"Stop calling me that," Yibo complains, but he thankfully lets Xiao Zhan part from his simmering skin.

Yibo has a deep frown on his face now though, so Xiao Zhan's relief easily leaves him, not in any way happy to see Yibo being upset.

"Call you what?" Xiao Zhan inquires.

"How you just called me," Yibo retaliates.

"Which? 'You'?"

Yibo humphs, looking away.

Xiao Zhan frowns. "What is it, Lao Wang?"

Yibo pouts, before trying to push himself up to sit.

"Hey, careful, Lao Wang," Xiao Zhan whispers, grabbing Yibo's arm quickly.

Yibo scowls, yanking Xiao Zhan's hand away. "I can take care of myself, Zhan-ge."