Second chances! [YiZhan FanFiction]✔️

Chapter 18

After his last blow to Zhan's chest, Yibo sat down on the chair at his desk and laid his head on the table with his forehead. Zhan's chest hurt him very much and he had enough for today. Enough that Yibo didn't want to understand his view and enough of his own guilt feelings towards Yibo. He got up and left the office. He went to Hai Kuan and picked up YueYue and walked with her to the elevator, which fortunately was already or still upstairs. They got into the elevator, went downstairs, found a taxi and went back to the hotel. Neither of them said anything, YueYue just held her daddy's hand and kept quiet. Once at the hotel, YueYue went to the bellman and Zhan went into his room, sat down on his bed, rubbed his still aching chest and then dropped back and stared at the ceiling. Tears were running from his eyes but it wasn't because his chest was hurting from the pain.

Zhan had cried himself to sleep and woke up a few hours later with a raging headache, plus his chest was now bruised where Yibo had hit him. He took a pill for his headache and went to shower. "Only two more days Zhan, then you will be home again, two more days. You can do it." he said to himself as he dressed. He picked up YueYue and went to dinner with her, then met with his boss and told him about the conversation with Yibo. His boss wanted to say something, but Zhan asked him to keep it to himself. He didn't want to hear it now, he just wanted to go back to his room and maybe watch a movie.

The next two days passed without any further incidents. Zhan worked alongside his boss and his daughter was his intern. After they finished on the last day of their stay in Beijing, his boss asked him if he would like to talk to Yibo again. But Zhan declined. The marks on his chest were still clearly visible and his heart was immediately in a frenzy whenever he even thought about Yibo. He just didn't know if it was fear or longing what his heart was feeling. He packed the rest of his things into his suitcase and then went to help his daughter pack. Afterwards they met with Zhan's boss in the lobby and drove to the airport shortly after.

They had handed in the rental car and took the next flight back to Seoul as planned. During the flight YueYue whined the whole time that she didn't even have the phone number of her bellboy and at the same time she was looking forward to see her boyfriend. Zhan just shook his head. His daughter was a real fruit and apparently didn't let anything burn. Just like her mother, she had once found a liking for something or someone, she bit into it and wouldn't let go. They returned home and Zhan was happy to be back in his own home. He was looking forward to the vacation he would have now and YueYue moaned that school would start again for her in two days. Everything was the same and Zhan acted as if nothing had happened. At least until he saw the marks on his chest again.

YueYue spent the last two days off with her boyfriend and Zhan did not do much. He had finished a book, checked his emails, went to the movies and did the housework. He thought a lot about the conversation with Yibo and realized that both were right but were wrong. But how could he have realized or known that back then? He had often tried to reach Yibo to talk to him, he didn't know about the surgery and the lost phone. He had tried and in the end he could only assume that Yibo wanted to get rid of him. And still he couldn't get rid of him, he couldn't concentrate on anything else but how big was his bad conscience towards Yibo and he also realized that he still had unconscious feelings for him.

What had this Yibo done to him that even after all these years he still had these feelings for him? Why couldn't he just forget him? It was only a few days and still he suffered then and now as if it had been years. On the other hand, he told himself that Yibo was probably over him, because if Yibo still had feelings for him, he wouldn't have let Zhan go just like that, would he? He would have tried to stop him. But he didn't. He just let him go. Or had Zhan forgotten something? Was there something Zhan didn't know? "Anyway, he's over me, and that's good for him. I didn't fit into his world and his life anyway." he said to himself, got up and took care of the dry laundry.

Over the next three days, Zhan had sought work to distract himself. Maybe he should have postponed his vacation after all, he thought and wiped the cupboards in the living room. He had cleaned the whole apartment in two days, sorted out old clothes and was just about to clean out his desk when he found the two pictures that Yibo had on his desk at the time. A tearing pain ran through Zhan's heart. He sat down on his chair at his desk and put the pictures in a cardboard box. "Out of sight, out of mind." He said and collapsed in shock when his laptop made a loud sound and announced an email on his old email inbox. He took a deep breath and clicked on his mailbox. Had Yibo perhaps written to him? This was his first thought when he clicked the icon for his mailbox. But it was not Yibo, but again just one of those advertising mails he got every day.

When he was done cleaning up and sorting out his screaming table, he had a stack of letters he had to destroy and the box was half full. "Zhan, you're a Messi, how could you keep so much crap in your desk?" he asked himself aloud and shook his head. He put the papers in the shredder and took the box to the living room. He put a few more things in the box, like a Santa Claus and two little angels and when the box was full, he wanted to take it to the basement. He lifted it up and suddenly the bottom of the box gave way and the whole contents fell to the floor. "No way." Screamed Zhan. He took a wide piece of tape and attached it to the bottom of the box and started to pick up everything and put it back in the box. He reached right into the pile when he felt a pain.

The glass in one of the pictures of Yibo was broken and Zhan had cut his wrist on it. He bled heavily and quickly wrapped a dry cloth around his wrist. He saw the blood starting to seep through and wanted to run to the bathroom to tend to the wound. The doorbell rang and Zhan called the door code because he thought it was YueYue who had forgotten the code again. He heard the door open and laboriously tried to tie a bandage around his wrist that was still bleeding heavily. His eyes fell on his wrist watch and he realized that YueYue would come home in a few hours. So who was in his apartment now? He sat on the toilet lid and got up, his head was buzzing and his legs felt wobbly. Dazed, he went to the bathroom door and opened it. Then everything around him went black.