Hating the Moon

chapter-18: Right

Dedicated to dear @_rise_from_ashes_

Night breeze is blowing carrying the sweet scent of flowers. It really is lucky to get a chance to sneak between the window curtain to watch a sleeping angel. The breeze became still to admire the eartheal form but soon got it's sense back & started caressing the angel's disobedient hair which were playfully teasing him.

Zhan stired in his sleep feeling hot breath on his face. His eyes opened only to meet with a pair of deep eyes which seems to waiting for him forever. Zhan softly smiled realising it's a dream. 'how can he come here?' His strawberry red lips stretched to illuminate his joy, remembering someone.

He felt something smooth on his cheek. 'Why it's so real?' He stired more melting into the soft touch. A stubborn naughty slender finger reach his pouty red lips caressing it softly. Zhan pout more not liking the disturbance. His angelic face is beyond cutest giving the crouching form a mini heart attack with overloaded surprise and happiness.

''Zhan baby'' A raspy voice wispered with so much love in his voice.

''My bunbun'' He smiled softly, leaning forward suddenly halting infront of his lips. ''Naughty'' he scolded himself smiling & kiss Zhan's forehead instead. He pressed his lips there.. to escape from all the pain. To stabilize his fiercely beating heart. He closed his eyes letting the pain melt down in the form of tears. ''I already miss..'' He couldn't even finish his word when he was thrown away from his super comfy babybun, crashing into the nearby table.

''Ghost'' Zhan screamed.

''Ahhhhhhh'' The person on the floor screamed.. his voice was shrill enough to pierce ones eardrum. He got up from the floor and jump on zhan to hide from the ghosts.

Zhan's scream was even more shrill witnessing the ghost jumping on top of him. ''Uncle save me'' he screamed closing his eyes. His screams got even more louder when he felt the ghost hanging onto his neck. ''leave me'' he tried to get rid of the ghost but the ghost was stubborn, attached to him like a piece of magnet.

''No'' The gravely misunderstood ghost was about to faint from fear. ''I won't''

Zhan's struggle to throw away the hanging ghost stop in the middle, upon realising the ghost himself was terrified even more than him to the point that he can passout from high BP.

Zhan became still, letting the so called ghost sob in his arms. He blinked twice to understand the non-existent gravity of the situation.

Zhan patted the back of the intruder. ''leave me''

''No'' The whiny intruder hug him more tightly not leaving a space as small as the width of a hair strand.

This familiar voice made Zhan to react as if he is coiled by a python. He threw away the coala and quickly got up from the bed.

''W..What a..a.are you doing in my bedroom?'' he stammered like a kid, checking his clothes and appearance which seems to be in good condition to his relief. ''Are you insane?''

''Mn'' he hummed, suddenly feeling more awake from the deadly collision of his honourable butt with the cold floor. Getting up he replied ''for you''

''Wang Yibo get out from here right away''

''I won't'' his steps landed here & there when he tried to reach Zhan.

''A..Are you drunk?''

''Chhogam'' Yibo showed joining his thumb & index finger together with a soft smile.

''This is more than a little.'' Zhan knitted his brows in frustration ''You can't even stand properly''

''I can. Look'' Yibo stood in a comical position swinging left & right, he tried hard but failed miserably to stand like as if they are in some sort of parade. ''The earth is spinning that's why It's li'l difficult hehe''