"The Forced Bond" (Yizhan) Mpreg.

10

Yibo turned and glanced at Zhan, whose sleepy eyes were heavy with exhaustion. Studying him carefully, Yibo noticed something seemed off. From what little he knew about Zhan, even superficially, he could tell Zhan wouldn't willingly act this way if he were fully conscious. Letting out a soft sigh, Yibo checked the time; it was well past midnight. He knew calling Bei now wasn't an option. Closing his eyes momentarily, he turned his attention back to Zhan, taking in his flushed face glistening with sweat, despite the room's air-conditioned chill.

Unsure of what to do, as he was inexperienced with such situations, Yibo hesitated. His connection to Zhan was purely circumstantial, facilitated by Bei and their mutual acquaintances. Yet here he was, responsible for Zhan in his vulnerable state. Gently placing both hands on Zhan's shoulders, he turned him to face him fully. Yibo studied his face closely, noting the beads of sweat trickling down despite the cool temperature.

Feeling the heat emanating from Zhan's body, Yibo carefully pulled the blanket off him, revealing his thin frame. Without thinking too much, Yibo pulled Zhan closer, resting the smaller man against his chest. For the first time, he softly called his name. "Zhan-ge..."

There was no response. Zhan remained unresponsive, his body trembling slightly. Yibo called his name again, this time a little louder, but still, there was no reaction. Seeing no other way to help, Yibo leaned back against the bed and covered both of them with the blanket, enveloping Zhan in his warmth.

Zhan's scent was overwhelming, a faint yet intoxicating aroma that seemed to cling to him. It unsettled Yibo in a way he couldn't quite articulate. At first, Yibo tried to ignore it, closing his eyes to focus on calming himself, but the unfamiliar sensations made it nearly impossible. Restless and uncomfortable, exhaustion eventually claimed him, and he fell into a light, troubled sleep.

By 7:40 a.m., Zhan's eyes fluttered open, feeling heavy and sore. His head pounded painfully, and his vision was slightly blurry. Blinking a few times, he attempted to shake off the grogginess, his hand instinctively searching for his phone to check the time. When he couldn't find it, he sighed softly, sitting up slowly on the bed.

Once he could see clearly, Zhan's gaze landed on Yibo, sitting on the sofa across the room. Yibo was working on his laptop, dressed in casual loungewear - a sleeveless top, three-quarter pants, and soft Chanel slippers. His lean yet toned physique was hard to ignore, and the serene focus on his face only added to his commanding presence.

Zhan froze, his heart hammering in his chest. Panic surged through him as he quickly looked down at himself, realizing he was entirely bare beneath the blanket. Even the towel from the night before was gone. Horror gripped him as he scrambled to grab his sleep shirt from the chair by the mirror, his hands trembling as he put it on. Grabbing the towel, he wrapped it hastily around himself and stumbled out of bed, his body still weak.

Staggering over to Yibo, Zhan's voice was laced with anger and fear as he demanded, "What happened here? What are you doing here? When did you come in? How did you get in? When? How? And WHY?"

His voice grew louder with each word, his panic and fury evident. His mind raced, desperately trying to piece together the events of the night before. He couldn't remember anything beyond drinking that canned drink and losing control. The gaps in his memory terrified him. All he could hope was that nothing irreparable had occurred between them.

Yibo finally looked up, fixing his sharp gaze on Zhan. His expression was unreadable, his face cold and distant. He scrutinized Zhan, realizing that speaking to him now was pointless. Zhan didn't seem fully in control of himself, and the headache pounding in Yibo's own head made the entire situation even more unbearable.

Zhan, noticing the dismissive look in Yibo's eyes, grew even angrier. His temper flared as he grabbed the laptop from Yibo's lap, placing it aside with a loud thud. His red, tear-brimmed eyes locked on Yibo as he snapped, "Do I look like a fool to you? Do you think I'd entertain a conversation about this ridiculous marriage arrangement between us? Let me make this clear-I have not and will not agree to this so-called marriage. A husband and husband dynamic between us? Forget it! You have no rights over me because I don't even see you as a husband. If there's anything between us, it's only because you're Bei's younger brother."