🫧REDEMPTION // Zhanyi ff

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The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, silvery glow over the tranquil beach, cool breeze dancing while the darkness was making love with night sky.

The rhythmic sound of the waves echoed in the air as Zhan and Yibo strolled hand in hand along the shoreline.

The weight of the past weeks had given way to something new-a connection that felt profound and real. Something new was blooming between them as their meeting wasn't limited to just one time thing.

Yibo's suggestion of a moonlit stroll had caught Zhan off guards. He couldn't bring himself to deny the offer because he felt a magnet pull towards the beautiful male.

It was a departure from his usual playbook, an unexpected shift that stirred a sense of vulnerability he had never encountered. He was noticing a change in himself and what shocked him more was that he wasn't even rebelling this.

As the moon's gentle radiance illuminated the sand beneath their feet, he realized that this was uncharted territory for him-a path that led to emotions he had long buried.

With each step they took, the distance between them seemed to close, and the walls Zhan had built around his heart began to crumble.

He glanced at Yibo who was intently drown in admiring the moonshine, moon goddess showering him with bright light as if he was her favourite child, his profile illuminated by the soft moonlight, and felt a warmth spread through his chest. He believed he was falling in love.

Cause he has never been this poetic before, not even when it came to his academic life in past yet here he was; admiring the angel glow under moonlight.

Yibo led Zhan on, making him believe that the brunette had found something real and meaningful. And just like Zhan had done with many out there, every night Yibo pulled away when his feelings were at their peak.

He paused, his gaze fixed on the waves as they whispered secrets to the shore.

Zhan halted beside him, his own gaze drifting toward the vast expanse of the sea. He felt like something was stirring inside Yibo's head which was genuinely troubling him.

"Gege, can I be honest with you?" Yibo's voice was soft, carrying a hint of vulnerability.

The brunette turned to him, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Of course, sweetheart. You can always be honest with me."

The younger took a deep breath, his fingers intertwined with his. "I've been hurt before, Zhan ge. Betrayed by someone I cared about deeply. I know what it's like to be played, to have your heart torn apart without warning. I vowed to myself that I would never let anyone have that power over me again."

Zhan's heart squeezed at his words, and he realized that he was sharing something deeply personal with him.

He reached out, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that glistened on his cheek. "Yibo, I would never hurt you. You mean the world to me."

A single tear escaped younger's eye, and he offered him a shaky smile. "I want to believe you, gege But can I really trust you?"

Yibo asked with vulnerable eyes, looking at the elder with affection and interrogation techniques. The elder was frozen for a moment after looking at those eyes which shone like diamonds under moonlight.

His grip on younger hand tightened, his gaze unwavering. "I promise you, Yibo. I'll never do anything to break your trust."

Yibo's eyes met his, a mixture of vulnerability and determination shining within them.

He was searching for something in his eyes, something that he himself didn't know. But at the same time he executed something that he himself will fell in that trap "Then show me, gege. Prove to me that your words are true."

From that moment on, their love story unfolded in a series of shared moments, stolen glances, and heart-to-heart conversations.

The time kept flying without any break amd the closeness between them kept increasing, especially for Zhan. The same Xiao Zhan who didn't give a fuck about others, was now counting hours when Yibo would be free from his work so that they both can meet.

He found himself striving to be the person Yibo deserved- a man who would stand by him, protect him, and cherish him.

Each day brought a new opportunity for him to demonstrate his sincerity, to prove that he had evolved beyond the Playboy he once was. He was trying his best because this new feeling was really pleasant.

Yet, as he poured his efforts into winning younger's trust, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Yibo's story than met the eye. The younger was always a little reserved around him. He showed affection to the older but it was limited but how can someone's love be limited? Love is always about limitless possibilities.

His guarded nature hinted at a past that was still haunting him his old Playboy persona, a glimmer of guilt flashing across his eyes. He knew he was the very embodiment of the man Yibo had described, this is what his past that he feared might come back to haunt them both.

He knew that Yibo was still a little unsure about his gege not completely leaving the playboy trend. He had trust issues from past.

Yet, Zhan was falling for him. The more he learned about younger, the more he realized the depth of his wrongdoings in his past relationships. He realised how wrong he was to think that hooking up and leaving the people was so wrong and he was guilty too.

But he was trying his best to learn from his past mistakes and his little darling was there to support him for that.

Gradually, their bond deepened, and the emotions Zhan had once masked began to unravel.

He found himself falling deeper into the trap-a trap that he welcomed willingly, even though he didn't fully understand its implications.

Love had a way of upending even the most carefully constructed plans, and Zhan was about to discover that his trust with destiny had taken an unexpected turn-one that would challenge his beliefs, reveal hidden truths, and ultimately lead him down a path of redemption and transformation.

To be continued..........

Adrian-
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