Timeless Love [ YiZhan FF ] ✔

Chapter 3

I was eating my pancakes with Paul and there it was the voice that made me smile also that voice which made me realize the forgotten love story of ours. I was really not sure whether I had to turn back or not, but I couldn't simply sit still. I slowly turned back, only to see him fainting. I didn't know what to do, except to call his name to make sure he was alright.

" Yibo ! Yibo ! Yibo ! " He wasn't responding, he had fainted, Paul rushed to help him up.

" Yibo ! Yibo ! Are you alright? " Paul asked Yibo shaking him up to get up, but he still wasn't responding. I sat there crying now knowing what to do, I ran my fingers over his hair, as Paul rushed to get his phone to call his mom. My fingers tracing patterns on his face as I slowly pulled his head up on my lap, I smiled as I was able to touch him again after one weeks that's when I realized my tears had fallen down on Yibo's face, wiping them up I smiled once again.

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" So...... This is where I live! " Zhan hesitated as soon as they reached his house, he didn't know whether to invite Yibo inside or not. " Ah! Time flies so fast! " Yibo smiled, ' damn that smile ' Zhan thought to himself, Zhan decided what the hell as he invited him in, sure his Dad would be pissed about it, but who cares its not like he had any real friends anyway. " You want to come in? " Zhan asked smiling a little.

" You sure? I don't want to disturb your family. " Yibo smiled again as he ruffled his hair. " It's not a problem, don't worry. " Zhan smiled opening the door and he followed him inside.
" Baba ! I'm home, where are you? " Zhan called his dad, since he couldn't find him anywhere.

" You want to eat or drink something? " Zhan asked keeping his bag over the dinning table, Yibo sat on the couch as he looked around " Water would be good " he continued to look around his house, it sure was smaller then his, but it seemed cozy.

As Zhan came back he saw his father on couch opposite to Yibo, he had an intense gaze, like he was ready to kill Yibo with his gaze and asking him questions." How long have you been friends with my son? " Zhan father asked with his arms crossed across his chest." Just today Mr. Xiao " Yibo gulped at Zhan's father's intense gaze, he sure was uncomfortable but he hid it with a smile.

" Zhan doesn't have any friends " Said Zhan's father cocking his eyebrow, " We just met today " Yibo smiled. Zhan laughed as the whole situation was funny, since he had many history with being bullied Zhan's father was being protective of him, he knew if he didn't step into the situation right this moment, this would be the last day Yibo would be his friend fearing his dad.

" Baba ! " Zhan's father looked at him and immediately his gaze became normal, though his father was strict to everyone, he still became soft while Zhan had the control. He walked upstairs leaving the two boys alone. " I'm sorry Yibo, that my father was making you uncomfortable " Yibo laughed a he sat back comfortably " It's alright! I understand that every father is protective when it comes to their family " Zhan smiled seeing Yibo laugh, he was very smitten by him that even his smile and laughter was making his heart flutter, but it was not like he could show him that.

The atmosphere was awkward once again as Zhan didn't know what to say anymore, but thankfully he was saved by Yibo himself "So..... How many people in your family? " Zhan looked at Yibo " Me, my father and my younger sister ", " What about your mom? " Yibo hesitantly asked not to sound rude, Zhan smiled as his eyes were sad with the talk of his mother " Died, after she gave birth to my sister! ". Yibo pated his shoulder " Oh, I'm sorry, My... Mama died, making my dad remarry Paul-ge's mom, though she is a strict woman, she still treats me like her real son. "

In no time Zhan and Yibo began to bond over things which he thought he couldn't share with anyone. After a long chat Yibo had to go back home and Zhan was finally happy to have someone for himself to be called as friend.

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I woke up again in the same bed, but how come, last time I remembered I was in the restaurant, oh maybe I fainted, ugh I hate this. I didn't have any rush of memories, damn it I wanted to see that guy's face who sat opposite to Paul-ge. I had a rotten luck. I woke up slowly trying to walk still, finding my medicine to eat. The door opened to reveal my brother standing. I smiled as he came in.

" So... How are you feeling Yibo? " Paul asked leaning against the door frame " Much better, did you take me home gege? Yibo asked taking the water bottle to eat his medicine. "Yeah I
did " Yibo looked at him, though he smiled, he wasn't smiling. It wasn't like him, Yibo knew his brother for long time and he's always known him as the smiling sunshine that he was. " You seem stressed, what is it gege?" asked Yibo sitting beside him.

He looked at Yibo and smiled " I made a promise, to return back your memory, feels like I'm out of ways trying to figure out how to bring it back " He sighed, looking at Yibo. " I'll try slowly..... I am trying gege " As everyone was worried for Yibo, he didn't know what to do, he wanted everyone to be happy again, and if his memories come back, finally everyone would be happy, but he couldn't do that, not for now at least. Yibo smiled again laying down on my bed and Paul-ge looked at me and smiled again.

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Zhan was happy when he got the phone call from Paul that Yibo finally had woken up and he was alright now, Zhan was in his room. All the memories of him and Yibo passed over him like tha passing cloud, but when he opened his eyes, his eyes were red with tears flowing down his cheeks. As he felt those cheeks teary he knew at that moment he was crying and he felt that the pain has numbed his feelings.

As Zhan looked outside the window he saw his father on the porch he was sitting by the couch in the porch. He looked worried, Zhan knew why , not once he had seen him worried, even after Zhan's mother died, he was really strong and thought Zhan how to be strong as well. Zhan knew he had to talk to him, they haven't had good conversation in many years. But Zhan wasn't ready yet. He came back to his bed and he layed there looking at the ceiling as his eyes drifted off to sleep.

I just wished all this was just a dream, a dream from which I could get up and be with Yibo once again.

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To Be Continued...