☀️ { The Suns Night Light } 🌙

🪻[ Wilting lavender ] 🪻

Yin Yu was just trying to close his eyes, the ache of them feeling as if spiders had nested in them. However, the feeling of being poked at was too annoying to ignore. By this time he could only find a word to say before his voice gave out, so he allowed a small "stop" to come out of his mouth.

At which point the poking and prodding stopped, a soft voice called out to him, the voice sweet enough to give cavities. The sound echoed for a while, so Yin Yu put his hands over his ears to keep himself from listening to that horrid noise.

"Stop.." he shouted again, the noise seemed to abruptly end, and the noise began again, quieter, more urgent, luckily; less sweet. Bearable he decided, pulling his hands down with hesitation as he opened his eyes to see what soul chose to speak to him, the heap of hair meaning the worst scenario was happening.

"Shixiong!"

Damn it.

"Shixiong?"

Ignore him and he goes away.

Silence.

Silence..

Silence...

Silence....

A creak.

The bed shifted.

Another creak.

The straight haired man immediately tried to crawl away, hitting his head on a wall. A wall. He realized, a wall was behind him. He couldn't back away much more, he braced himself, holding his hands out in front of him to shield himself.

A hand on his shoulder. A soft, gentle touch.

He hated that touch.
He wanted it to go away.
He wanted him to go away.
But he didn't.

"Shixiong! It's okay. It's me!" The voice called, sweet as a ripe plum. I don't want it to be you.

After a few moments, he felt himself being pulled into a hug. A hug he didn't want. A touch he couldn't escape, a feeling of dread overcame him but he couldn't do anything, backing away wasn't an option so he simply allowed himself to be embraced. The hug was wonderful if he didn't know who was holding him. But he did know. And he shuddered uncomfortably for a while. He hated the feeling but the feeling didn't hate him. The touch was rotting to him but he wasn't rotting to whoever initiated the touch, which was the issue.

He hated it.