In Between Us || Zhanyi

|| 50 ||

Boom 💥💥💥 Another update for this week and this one special as here I am with the 50th chapter of this story~~~~~~~

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Once the paperwork was complete, the nurses came in to remove Yibo's IV and prepare him for departure. Zhan returned to the room just as they were finishing, his presence silently commanding. As soon as they stepped aside, he was by the younger's side, wrapping a soft shawl around him, carefully, Zhan slipped an arm under Yibo's back and the other beneath his knees, lifting him into his arms with practiced ease. Yibo stirred faintly, his head falling naturally against Zhan's chest, but his eyes remained shut.

"It's okay," Zhan murmured, his voice low and soothing as he cradled Yibo closer. "I've got you now. I won't let anything hurt you anymore."

"Sir, the stretcher —" one of the nurses began.

"Not needed," he cut her off gently but firmly, holding his husband against his chest as he carried the younger out of the hospital himself. He could not bear his husband again lying against those white sheets even for once.

As he carried Yibo out, the warmth of Yibo's small frame pressed against his own, Zhan made a silent vow. This was the last time Yibo would suffer alone. From now on, nothing—neither the world nor his own shortcomings—would ever reach him again.

Dajo walked ahead, ensuring the path was clear as they made their way down. The moment they stepped outside, the crisp morning air brushed against his skin, but all he cared about was the warmth of the man in his arms.

The car door was opened for him. Carefully, they settled in, Zhan climbed into the back seat with Yibo cradled protectively in his arms, adjusting him gently to ensure he was comfortable. Dajo took the driver's seat and, with a quiet efficiency born from years of service, set the car in motion.

As the vehicle pulled away from the hospital, Zhan exhaled slowly, his fingers brushing against Yibo's. "I'm taking you home, your home, our home," he whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination. "Where you belong."

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The ride was quiet, save for the hum of the engine. Zhan's gaze never left Yibo, his fingers brushing stray locks of hair from his face. His thoughts raced, but outwardly, he was a picture of composure. Yibo stirred faintly, his head nuzzling closer into Zhan's chest, seeking warmth even in his unconscious state.

Dajo sat in the front seat, silent yet attentive, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, making sure everything was in order. "Master, we'll arrive in about ten minutes," he informed.

Zhan simply nodded, his focus never leaving the younger man in his arms. His fingers brushed over his wrist, feeling the faint, reassuring pulse beneath his touch. "Good."

The streets blurred past, and soon, they reached the familiar residential complex—their private home, away from prying eyes. It was a place that belonged to just the two of them.

The moment the car stopped, the butler was already out, opening the door. "Everything is ready, sir."

Zhan carefully shifted the younger in his arms before stepping out, carrying him inside without hesitation. The butler followed, holding the door open as they entered the apartment.