In the world of utter darkness, blooms a musical prodigy. To the world he was a maestro, yet he himself was wrapped away from the worldly being. He was Xiao Zhan.
Innocence and purity was one, Wang Yibo was known for. Singing was his passion and so...
Feeling your warmth, Makes my heart bloom, When you touch my body, Every moment is a boon.
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Xiao Zhan's POV:
"May I?" He whispers by my ear and soon I feel a cool metal object below my fingertips "Helmet, for your safety" soon the object is over my head and he straps it tight.
"I'll first mount the bike and then you can join me" he taps my helmet and I nod. For some reason, I'm not worried. I realise that I trust him. I seldom trust people but with him, I am ease.
Moments later he places my hand on his shoulders and brings me closer to the bike "Feel the bike and swing your leg over, take the support of my shoulders" he guides me and soon, I am sitting astride on the bike.
Wow.
My chest to his back. Our bodies so close to eachother. There isn't even a slightest of space for the air to pass by. The hands thag were on his shoulders, one is now against his waist and the other is against his chest. I clutch him tight.
His imperceptible gasp does not go unnoticed by me and to be truthful, I can feel the erratic beating of his heart under my palm. Giddy to know he too is affected as much as I am.
"Hold on tight" he commands and I obey as he throttles through the night. His faint sandalwood teases my senses and envelopes me into his warmth. His chest under my palms are rock solid and his waist is soft for my to hold. Though I can't see his expression, the slight tremors of his body, speaks of a different story.
The subtle shifts of his body, makes me smile. Seems my touch is too much for him to bear. His body is like an instrument for me to play and if I play my chords right, his soul would sing for me a melody that only I will have the right to pluck. Controlling the urge, I focus on giving him the directions and few minutes later he safely parks his bike in front of my house.
I take out the helmet as he helps me to dismount the bike and immediately clutches my waist with his two hands when my feet falters a little. Pulling me close to him, I can feel him nudge my chin with his nose as he softly whisper in a coarse voice "Zhan Ge" he takes a deep breath "it's not good to play with your Bo Di whilst he is riding".
I smirk "Oh" I bring my palms against his cheek and can feel him lean into it "can I play with Bo Di, soon?"
I feel his shy nod and time for me stops. What is happening? Why is it that, at this very moment, I wish I could see his face. I wish, I could see his eyes. I wish I could see his lips. I wish for so many things.
