Bite Me | YuWin

[01] vivant

The rainfall poured, and Sicheng could only observe it from his windowsill. A sad state of affairs, this hospital wasn't quite a place for a human. He should've been experiencing the cold air piercing against his skin, however his fickle body had become far too frail to withstand winter's icy gaze.

Oh, how he would have loved to frolic in the wet grass, as the rain soaked his hair and clothes. But instead, he sat there, forced to watch from a distance. A couple of hours passed, ever so slowly, in a dull hospital like this.

That's always how the passage of time worked here, the patients couldn't get more time but what they could do was elongate their suffering, drag it out until the very end so at least they'd be thankful to die. He despised this place, but what else could he do? At least in this ward of others slowly approaching their demise, he had a warm place to stay during his last days.

The civil war had made China uninhabitable for someone such as Sicheng, it was sheer chaos ever since the second phase had begun. If he'd arrived to Europe a bit sooner, it would've been similar, he guessed that he was at least lucky in arriving the day the war had ended. It seemed like the rest of the world was turned upside down by what had happened in Germany, what a misfortune that Sicheng wouldn't live long enough to see the world rebuild itself.

As he scrolled through the pages of the dull book that was the only that kept his mind off of the excruciating pain, flooding his body like a storm, he heard a tapping on the window that'd been next to his bed. And, almost immediately, he knew exactly who it was, he directed his glance towards a young man who'd started visiting him after one fated encounter on an otherwise gloomy night.

His name was Yuta, a man who was also escaping war, refusing to fight alongside the nazis like so many others in his homeland would. If it'd been hard for Sicheng even being mistaken as Japanese, he couldn't imagine how they'd treated Yuta. He opened his window, now being able to hear the unique looking man.

The strangest thing, the man had blonde hair. It somehow looked so natural, even though he knew that couldn't be further from the truth. He never knew anyone who dyed their hair, but it was... Infatuating. He didn't exactly know what he felt whenever he saw Yuta, all he knew was that his heart rate had risen whenever he'd taken a glance at the man, and his cheeks became fully flushed.

"Hello, my dear." He believed that Sicheng must've been dull not to catch onto his advances, or, perhaps he did subconsciously. Yuta's accent was noticeable, but so was Sicheng's, so it far from bothered him. It didn't sound like a Japanese accent though, it sounded European, just not English.

"Hi, Yuta." He forcibly smiled, still holding up the book even if he wasn't reading it, his tired eyes revealing his true feelings. "When are you leaving this slumgullion place?" He talked excitedly, eager for the younger's attention, yet, somehow Sicheng never noticed his adoration. It must've been the pain, hard to think clear when your mind is always recognizing that feeling.

"I can't leave, I think you know that." Annoyance was a quick reaction to him, he couldn't help the perpetual frustration when he felt the fire and aching that was in his joints, a pain even morphine couldn't take away.

"You can, when you're ready to get better." He was calm, collected, flirtatious. Sicheng would've been ashamed to admit it, but he fantasized about men like him. Sometimes he'd been born earlier, so he could experience the sexual liberties of the Han dynasty, rather than living his last days in rigid old England. "Really, and how would I get better?"

He set his book down with as much vigor as he could muster, how this stranger made him gain energy in his weakened state was unbeknownst to him. "I could make you better," His cocky smirk was as insistent as his intense stare, his eyes strange and cloudy. "How, precisely, could you cure me of my ailments?" He sarcastically retorted, but Yuta only exuded more intoxicatingly confident energy.