Fated Encounter (BJYX Fanfic) - Completed

17: Naughty

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When life gets hard, the easiest way is to run. And that's what Yibo did. He left Mr. Lam furious and unsettled, scurrying away, pulling his sick Zhan-ge with him.

Zhan unquestioningly let him take his car keys and drive his Mercedez like mad. He was actually surprised they made it at home as a whole piece...or that the cool and handsome driver on his side did not melt from his intense gaze.

It's the grey ceiling's turn now to melt as Zhan wondered how he ended up in Yibo's house once again. What potion did Yibo mistakenly drank that day that he brought him to his house again? They even ate supper together like an old married couple who likes take away foods. Because of course, the Second Young Master is kitchen illiterate and the multi-talented Zhan was not allowed to over work his 'still-sick' body. The fogy man even shoved medications on his mouth despite his protests against his hated pills.

"Rest." Yibo said to him as he tucked him under the warm duvet like a toddler who'd just finished listening to a bedtime story. And the puzzling man just then walked back to his own room without saying or explaining anything else!

"Aaaah! This is making me crazy!" Zhan wiggled his arms and legs, sitting up restlessly. Sleep doesn't visit him. Why would he even sleep alone under the same roof if Yibo had already deactivated his firewalls?

"Everyday means everyday!" He cheerfully recited intending to stir up some trouble.

Taking his pillow with him, he sneaked into Yibo's room like the thief of the night.

And there goes the well sculptured physique of the man of his dreams. 'Sexy as f*ck.' Zhan cursed biting his lip from the worldly temptation.

His eyes further feasted on Yibo's half naked torso. The way his back and arm muscles moved as he wiped his hair dry made Zhan's mouth water. Sweeping his eyes more, it halted and landed on long pale scars across Yibo's back. It has now turned silverish white, almost impossible to see against his snow white skin, but that doesn't lessen the severity of its cause and effect.

Zhan's heart cried.

"Who did those to you?" He ran towards Yibo gaping at the three crisscrossed marks on Yibo's supposedly blemish-free skin. He let his finger featherly trace away its trail as if it is still a fresh wound which will inflict pain on Yibo if he isn't careful.

Yibo was stunned by Zhan's sudden appearance on his back. And the scars? He had almost forgotten about those wounds. It had been more than a decade ago and he had buried the bad memories far back his awareness. He no longer cared about those non-erasable imperfections or the story behind it.

He flinched and turned around, grabbing Zhan's wrist, uncomfortable of Zhan's ticklish strokes. Yet, his heart ached when he saw the rage and hurt in Zhan's eyes and the tears that were brimming in his lids.

"Who hurt you, Yibo? Who did those to you?" The older demanded, eyes softening as he probed Yibo for answers.

Yibo wanted to keep the truth hidden, however he couldn't make up a lie without being too obvious while staring at Zhan's clouding eyes. "My father's mistress." He calmly said, a hint of disdained smile adorning his ethereal face.

"Why? How could she?!" Zhan's voice shook and his tears finally dropped. He felt horrified and saddened beyond repair. "When?" He mustered, dropping his gaze to the floor and clenching his teeth to control his boiling emotion.

He had thought, if it happened when he left Yibo, he wouldn't forgive himself. But if it happened during the time he was with him, he will curse himself to suffer his whole life.