A heavy night
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Yibo's steps were slow, unsteady.
The world around him blur of dim lights and shadows.
Zhan stood just a few feet away, watching as Yibo stumbled closer.
His fingers twitched at his sides. Should he step forward? Catch him before he...
Too late.
Yibo's legs gave out.
His body collapsed, and before Zhan could react, he fell straight into him, his weight pressing Zhan down.
For a second, neither of them moved.
Then Zhan sighed, his lips pressing into a thin line.
"Childish. Stupid," he muttered.
His arms wrapped around Yibo’s shoulders, struggling to shift him. The man was heavy, muscles tense even in his unconscious state.
Slowly, carefully, Zhan dragged him toward the bed, his own breath coming out in short huffs.
With one final pull, he managed to lay Yibo down.
His gaze fell on Yibo's face, eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed, a
Bunch of brown hair falling over his forehead.
For a moment, something in his chest clenched.
But he quickly shook it off.
With careful hands, he pulled off Yibo’s socks, one by one.
Then he loosened his tie, tossing it aside.
Finally, he grabbed a damp towel and began wiping Yibo’s face, then his neck, then his arms.
His fingers hesitated at Yibo’s hands.
They were rough, calloused.
How many times have those hands hurt him? Pushed him away?
Zhan exhaled softly, shaking his head.
Not now.
After making sure Yibo was clean, he sat back, pressing a hand against his lower belly.
Nine months.
The baby inside moved slightly, almost as if sensing his mother touch.
"Just a little longer," he whispered, mostly to himself.
Then, finally, he lay down beside Yibo—keeping a safe distance, before closing his eyes.
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At morning
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The warmth of the sun filtered through the curtains.
Soft chirping filled the air.
Yibo’s brows twitched, his body shifting against the sheets.
His head pounded.
A deep groan left his mouth as he brought a hand to his forehead.
Flashes of last night played in his mind.
Drinking.
The overwhelming emotions.
The crying.
Kneeling down before Zhan.
His chest tightened at the memory.
But before he could focus on it, the door creaked open.
Yibo turned his head.
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Please choose me ( Yizhan )
FanfictionI'm a middle child , I am not someone's option let alone someone's choice . I was only 18 and that happened to me . Will I be able to be someone's first choice ? . I'm okay with being an option too . At least an option to someone. Let's see who'...
