In Between Us || Zhanyi

A/N: For upcoming days there won't be much  response for me, don't mind, I am not in a mood to interact. My overall mind is extremely disturbed. My life had been in a f*cked up situation and I have no solution of my current problems and everyday is a reminder how much failure I am as a person.......... A dumbhead!!!! 

Another thing when you read, bother to VOTE all the chapters please, 300/400+ reads and votes are 56/65/68, I feel sucks. And if you can not VOTE as you consider that your swag!!! simply bitterhearts...Don't Read!!!!...Trust me the story is trash, don't waste your time, my writing is not matching your standard 

STORY BEGINS~~~~~~~~~~~

Zhan sat like that for a long time, his hand never leaving Yibo's, he kept his gaze fixed on Yibo, alert enough if he saw any movement. But he couldn't avoid as every few minutes, his gaze flickered to the wound on Yibo's temple, a small bandage now covering it. The bloodstained memory of earlier made his stomach churn. He clenched his teeth, berating himself for not noticing Yibo's deteriorating condition sooner.

How did it get to this point?

He couldn't stop the spiral of self-recrimination. How couldn't he notice Yibo's exhaustion—his thinning frame, his sunken eyes.

Zhan was lost for a moment when suddenly...... "ammngh~~~"

The gasp was so faint that Zhan thought he imagined it. But when he looked up, his breath caught. Yibo's body gave a sudden tremble, his head shifting slightly against the pillow.

For a moment, he froze, watching as Yibo's brows furrowed, his lips moving in barely-there murmurs, the words too slurred to understand. But the distress on his face was unmistakable.

Zhan straightened instantly, his pulse quickening.

"Bo?" Zhan leaned closer, his voice calm but tinged with worry. He freed his one hand, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead.

"Shh, it's alright, It's just a dream."

But Yibo didn't wake. Instead, his trembling worsened, his soft murmurs turning into quiet, distressed whimpers. Panic clawed at his chest, but he forced himself to stay composed. Yibo exhaled sharply as another shudder wracking through his fragile frame. The machines beside them remained steady, completely contracts to the unease coiling in Zhan's chest.

"No, no, sweetheart—I'm here," he whispered, smoothing his right hand over Yibo's hair. "I've got you, love. Nothing can hurt you."

He hesitated, glancing toward the call button. "Let me get the doctor———"

Just as he moved to turn, a sudden tug stopped him. Zhan's heart felt the tug as he turned ever so slowly....a tremor an through his body....

"Don't leave" that all could Zhan register from all the incoherent words Yibo was mumbling. Zhan's gaze lowered his left hand, still intertwined with Yibo's. Even in his unconscious state, Yibo hadn't let go. The grip was weak, yet unwavering—like Yibo was reaching for him, needing him.

Zhan's breath hitched.

In that moment, he knew—no doctor, no machine, no medicine could offer what Yibo needed most.

Him.

So, without another thought, he climbed onto the bed, sliding beside Yibo with careful urgency, gathering his trembling body into his arms.