"Zan, do you want to live in my house? You can also live in Xuanxuan's house" Jiyang asked while feeding Zan his vegetable porridge. It has been a week since Zan got hospitalized due to the accident. Jiyang and Hao Xuan were always there for him. Yibo was also visiting his brother but he could only stay outside. He could come inside if his mother pays a visit, which was hell for Zan.
"Can I?" Zan asked. The couple nodded in unison with smiles on their faces.
"I have a better idea. You live in my house together with the servants to look after you. Then I will live at YangJi's house and create my own family" Hao Xuan giggled loudly. Jiyang elbowed him in a childish way and the three of them laughed.
"NO ONE'S STAYING AT SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE" The cold voice of what seemed like the villain in Zan's mind appeared. Huang Yibo brought a huge bolster and handed it to Zan. The pillow looked soft and comfy. Zan stared at it uncomfortably.
"Take it!" Yibo insisted. He almost stuffed it into Zan's face so the latter had no choice but to accept it. Yibo glared at Hao Xuan who was holding the bowl of porridge.
"Let me do it" He demanded. Hao Xuan pouted and hugged the bowl underneath his stomach. With just another piercing glare, Hao Xuan gave up and pushed the bowl on his cousin's stomach.
"Be careful with it" Hao Xuan reminded Yibo.
"What am I? A kindergarten? Why don't you two leave first? I'll be the one staying tonight" Yibo dipped the spoon on the bowl. The utensil sank instanly on the mass and he lifted it up again. The couple decided to go home early so they could have some quality time after school. Yibo took a large amount of porridge on the spoon and put it near Zan's mouth. Hesitating, Zan looked uncomfortable.
"Eat" Yibo frowned at his brother. Trembling, Zan's lips opened slowly. Unwilling to be fed by the monster in front of him, he wanted to puke out the nervousness coiling up inside his stomach. Just by seeing Yibo makes him shiver out of fear. He would remember that bloody scene where his eyes went sore because of the blood gushing out from his forehead. The stinky smell of the gasoline leaking from the engines below together with the loud beating of his heart, saying prayers so that the car would not explode.
The moment Zan's mouth opened up a bit, Yibo shoved the spoon inside the dry cavern. The porridge was newly made, it was hot that it could really burn your tongue.
"Ho..-Hot!-" Zan bravely spit the food right in front of Yibo's pants and pushed the bowl away from him. He burnt his tongue and it was natural for him to react that way. But the bad thing is, Yibo received all the spilled porridge on his shirt and pants.
"Fuck" The younger cursed and hissed. After realising what he did to Yibo, Zan once again trembled with fear.
"I...I'm so-"
"Gross" Yibo complained. He didn't move nor touched the warm porridge above his pants and glared at Zan. The latter flinched the moment Yibo's killing eyes landed on him. He quickly pulled the sleeve of his hospital gown and wiped the spilled porridge off Yibo's clothes. Keeping his head down while mumbling, "Please forgive me. It wasn't on purpose..I'm sorry... I'm sorry...I'm..."
Annoyed, Yibo grabbed Zan's wrist and made the latter look at him. Zan bowed his head while shutting his eyes tightly. He waited for a heavy palm or a painful slap to land on his face. He was used to being hit ever since he was little. Whether he was at fault or not, if his parents get mad, he would be beaten up. Restless eyes, trembling mouth and burnt tongue, Zan felt terrified. He could never get used to the fear of being tortured or battered. He would still be scared no matter how many times he gets it. Because he is human. He has feelings and he gets hurt.
"Hey, stop trembling already" Yibo tsk-ed and grabbed Zan's chin.
Zan clenched his teeth, "Will he punch me directly? Slam my face on the side table? Or choke me with the hospital gown? I'm pretty sure he can do worse than my father"
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue" Yibo's hoarse voice didn't help Zan's heartbeat to slow down.
"Shit, he's going to cut my tongue this time" Zan thought and slowly stick out his tongue. The feeling of having your tongue pulled out from your mouth would be a horrible thing. Zan could never imagine that such terrifying thing would happen to him someday. He was panting like a crazy dog and his saliva started dripping down. He no longer cared. What he sees is the inevitable death approaching toward him.
Zan could faint anytime as soon as a cold and sharp metal would touch his tongue.
Seeing this, Yibo couldn't help himself but stare at Zan's desperate reaction, and wet tongue. Zan shut his eyes because he was scared to point of wishing he was better off dead during the accident.
"Does it hurt?" Yibo asked, eyes fixed on the burnt tongue dripping with saliva.
Like a dog, Zan nodded obediently. He didn't care what Yibo meant by 'Does it hurt?' anymore. He was too afraid to even think of an answer so he just nodded. His whole body hurts. His heart hurts. His pride got hurt. What could be worse?
"Don't move" Yibo ordered. For Zan, there is no need to order him since his whole body already trembled and is unable to move.
In Zan's mind, "My tongue will be separated from my mouth. I don't talk that much anyway. I'd rather be mute than die"
Instead of a cold piece of alloy or metal, Zan received an unexpected treatment from the younger. Yibo blew Zan's burnt tongue using his mouth. Using the tip of his thumb, Yibo slightly pushed the tongue back to its owner's mouth. He gulped the lump inside its throat. Playing with Zan's mouth is somewhat arousing. Unconsciously, he licked his lower lip and inhaled deeply.
"Do it again" Yibo demanded.
Confused Zan, "huh?"
"Stick out your tongue, I will blow it to get better" Yibo said with a poker face.
"You...you don't have to do th...this....I'm fine now-"
"I hate repeating my words, Zan" The younger hissed. He dipped his thumb deeper and glared at the older.
Before, if Zan could talk back to Yibo all the time without effort, after the accident, everything suddenly changed. He feard Yibo the most after he got to see what this man is capable of. He realised he could never disobey the bad boy. He covered his eyes using his trembling hand because he felt awkward, he then sitck out his tongue.
"Tsk" Yibo clenched his teeth and pulled Zan's chin. He stared at Zan's tongue while gulping. His mouth twitched and he leaned closer. The gap between their mouths now disappeared. Yibo licked the wet tongue and bit it softly. Sucked it like a candy as he smirked.
Shocked, Zan flinched and clutched his fingers on Yibo's shoulder.
"Mmn" Zan tried to protest but Yibo grabbed the older's nape. He locked Zan's hands behind him using his free arm. Smirking, Yibo deepened the kiss and groaned. It was a groan that deposed possessiveness.
"What...what are you doing-uhm-mph!" Yibo slid his tongue deeper in Zan's mouth and explored it freely. Being kissed by a damn good kisser, Zan's heart palpitated.
Unconsciously, his hands grew weak and he didn't even resisted anymore. Perhaps, he was scared and tired of fighting back. He even opened his mouth freely and let Yibo devoured his swollen lips. His wounds started to hurt and he felt dizzy for moving too much.
He was exhausted and decided to lay his head on Yibo's neck. His weak arms dangling on either side of Yibo, begging to let him go.
"Good boy" Yibo smirked and patted Zan's back. He looked like an adult comforting a sulking kid. He even lifted Zan's body and made the older sit on his lap.
"Is this another way of bullying me?" Zan asked. He was in "Straddling Yibo" position, so he could feel their digits below rubbing against the other. If this go on further, he is afraid...
"?!" Zan flinched as Yibo pulled his waist closer and embraced him tightly. He's rubbing me.
"I'm very sorry, Zanzan" Yibo sniffed the older's neck and frowned. He knew he is being rude and dominant again, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to bully the older as much as he could for no reason.
"My first kiss got stolen by you" Zan sounded disappointed and he pouted.
Hearing this, Yibo's heart throbbed. He couldn't explain it. With every little detail he could get out of Zan, his heart would react beyond happiness.
Right at the moment, he was very happy that he smiled genuinely.
"Really?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, It doesn't matter anyway" The older poked the futton while resting his chin on the younger's shoulder.
"Oh baby, to me it does" The bad boy grinned. He didn't know why, but it really does.
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