Fated Encounter (BJYX Fanfic) - Completed

33: "Come Back..."

Waves of unusual breaking sounds from the opposite penthouse jolted Zhan from his deep focus. The clashes were too loud, even the thick walls couldn’t block out the uproar inside the usually abandoned zone of silence of the neighbouring penthouse.

‘Yibo!’ Zhan’s mind alerted him in a heart beat.

Adrenaline instantly rushes through his veins and Zhan bolted out of his home, worriedly reaching Yibo’s suite in quick strides.

A swift visual inspection of the dampen watermarks along the hallway and through Yibo’s house door was enough for Zhan to conclude that there is something alarming happening inside. So without a pause, he banged the door and pressed the doorbell simultaneously, hoping someone will come out and reassure his frantic heart.

But there was no answer.

His anxiety and dread increases in every passing second, hence he was left with no choice but to try his luck and enter his date of birth on the keypad door lock.

1-0-0-5

Alas. The door creaked open, letting him in.

With loud thumping heartbeats, he worked his way inside the now silent home, checking for the ethereal physique against the unlighted territory. 

Zhan’s heart skipped a beat then pumped like it is about to explode in his chest when he saw the aftermath of a havoc in a once was pristine bedroom he had shared with Yibo. But it was the smell of rust and the sinister spatter of red liquid on the floor which carved fear in his core.

‘No. No—NO!’ Zhan clamoured inside his head.

“Yiboooo!” He screamed in panic when he saw a tottering frame standing at the brink of death at the balcony.

The younger man’s clothes were draped red with blood whilst the tiled floor horridly showcased the pool of gore escaping his wounded arm.

Zhan’s heart ached, hitching and almost flew away to where Yibo is. 

Yibo has a look of a defeated man which was clearly seen in the droop of his shoulders, the paleness of his skin, his eyes that shines no light, and the blankness on his face which only tells Zhan, Yibo has given up in life.

Clear liquids begin to form in Zhan’s eyes seeing the other's struggle, but he blinked it away furiously, not wanting a second pass that he will miss Yibo’s movements.

He was afraid beyond words can express.

He cannot bear to lose him.

Because despite all the heart aches and rejections the other has thrown at him, Zhan's heart knows where its home is.

“Bo-di, I am here. Please come back.” He begged in an almost whisper, not wanting to agitate the other man.

His frantic mind is commanding his body to leap forward and pull Yibo back to safety, cage him between his arms and never let him go again. But Zhan knew better to remain where he is and talk calmly to persuade Yibo to back off from where he stands.

“Yibo look at me. Please just once. Look at me, Bo-di. I beg you...please...” He summoned, voice shaking, hoping Yibo would snap out of his daze and face him so he can convince him. Kneel, plead, cry his heart out...anything...just for him to come back.