-Part 2-

His legs subconsciously neared the angel, silently as to not break the sacred silence or wake the slumbering boy. He was lured into the angel’s spell. He didn’t mind though, he was a willing captive. Yi Fan scanned the boy’s figure from head to toe. True to his words, Chanyeol did not seem to have any physical injuries. However, there was a needle with an IV attached onto the boy’s right hand which lay limply on his side. His left arm lay on his flat abdomen which moved up and down due to Chanyeol’s constant deep breathing in his sleep.

There was a chair by the bedside and Yi Fan took it wordlessly, his eyes still trained onto Chanyeol’s unperturbed visage. He was filled with relief finally seeing him. Granted, he wanted to see Chanyeol up and talking to him but he didn’t have the heart to tell the asleep male of his visit. Just this was enough.

Yi Fan didn’t know what triggered him to do it but his hands flew up to touch and cradle Chanyeol’s hand, careful to not brush the needle. His slender hand was cold, really in contract with Yi Fan’s warm ones. Chanyeol moved in his sleep but was not awakened. His face turned towards Yi Fan as if knowing he was there and a content sigh escaped his pouty lips – slightly pale in his ill state.

Yi Fan mulled over the fact that Chanyeol could sleep in such a bright room. There was a control knob by Chanyeol’s head and he reduced the intensity. Instantly, the room dimmed. Chanyeol sighed again. Well, it seemed like the boy was quite expressive in his sleep. Yi Fan could also feel the boy tightening his clasp onto his big hands.

Now what should the man do?

He finally dropped in to see Chanyeol, he should be going. But now, only a small part of his heart was willing to let the boy go. He wanted to stay. He needed to stay.

In that instant, Yi Fan decided to stay for a while more. Just until…just until – he did not know himself. But Yi Fan did not care anymore. He just desired to watch over the sleeping angel. That was the last image he saw.

Eyes slowly fluttering open, his mind already registered the sunlight streaming in through the lilac-coloured shades. He saw it through his closed eyelids. It was morning. The delicate beams across his long legs felt nice. His right hand also felt so warm.

Chanyeol remembered waking up on that hospital bed, all weak and thirsty. His mother was fussing over him and was relieved the moment Chanyeol decided to wake up from his almost a day sleep. It was around 3 when he came around.

Cho Han-ah told him that his nursemaid found him collapsing at the front door. Poor woman almost got a heart attack seeing the boy out cold. She called the ambulance and so here he was, in his family’s hospital. Chanyeol missed training for the first time that day

Chanyeol’s mother was the one who personally tended to him and monitored his health. It appeared that Chanyeol’s stomach had constricted too much from his strenuous training and this resulted in the heavy menstruation. Chanyeol’s active training was causing his uterus lining to shed more from the contraction and with the smaller space thus the rapid discharge.

Cho Han-Ah scolded her son for pushing himself too much but the boy gave her an apologetic face and instantly her anger died down. She bear-hugged him again and made him promise not to strain his body especially during that time of the month. The boy willingly agreed. Now, here he was staring off at the room’s ceiling. Sunlight made shapes onto white expanse. He sighed.  

Chanyeol ache for the warmness. He turned his body slightly and to his astonishment, a lump greeted him. He almost screamed when he noticed it was someone sleeping. Someone who was very familiar to him. Chanyeol relaxed. But then he raised an eyebrow.

“When did you get here?” he whispered rhetorically to the sleeping giant. 

Chanyeol tried to get up but froze. He looked down and saw his hand trapped inside the clasp of Yi Fan’s hand. No wonder it was warmer than his left. Too nice to wake the big bloke up, he lay back down and tried to memorise every contour of Yi Fan’s sleeping face. Chanyeol slid his head down to level with Yi Fan’s. His doe eyes travelled from Yi Fan’s creaseless forehead…to his closed eyes…to his nose…then to his slightly parted lips: breathing softly.

He must be tired, Chanyeol thought. Chanyeol wanted to touch Yi Fan’s face. He waved his free hand in front of the sleeping 19-year-old and seeing that he appeared totally undisturbed, Chanyeol became resolute.

Ever so slowly, his hand hovered towards his object of affection. He could admit it now, he liked Yi Fan. As soon as Chanyeol’s slender hand made contact with Yi Fan’s cheek, the boy’s own became inflamed. He was feeling embarrassed. What if Yi Fan suddenly woke up and demanded as to why Chanyoel’s hand was on his face? He was doing something risky. He had never allowed people to touch him or him touching others. Chanyeol was not the touch-feely kinda guy.

But Yi Fan was an exception…he was special.

Seeing that there was no sign of stirring, Chanyeol slowly caress the lad’s face. His skin felt smooth under Chanyeol’s delicate fingers. All of a sudden, Yi Fan moved and Chanyeol halted. To his luck, his eyes didn’t open but his cheek pressed onto Chanyeol’s palm and sighed. Their interlaced hands tightened. He was still asleep.

Chanyeol continued petting the man’s face and head. How he wished the man would return his feelings.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment. He glanced at the circular white-framed clock on the wall.

8.04 am

It was time for the nurses to check up on him. It was also the time for breakfast. He sighed almost soundlessly. The nurses wouldn’t barge in without his permission. They respected the privacy of the young master. Chanyeol was glad of that. He turned his attention to Yi Fan again.

“Wake up,” he muttered softly. Chanyeol proceeded to gently shake the man to rise from his sleep. “Wake up, hyung.”

Yi Fan’s answer was a grunt. But sluggishly, Yi Fan began to rouse. His head lifted from Chanyeol’s mattress, eyes still closed. Hesitantly, the eyes opened once then closed again from the bright light in the room. He cursed something in mandarin and brought a hand to cover them. Yi Fan half opened his eyes; still dazed from his sleep. Finally, his eyes focused onto Chanyeol’s face who was already sitting up on his bed.

“Good morning, hyung,” Chanyeol greeted.

Chanyeol almost giggled. This was the first time he witnessed Yi Fan acting like this. There were a few times when they took naps during their practice period but never was Yi Fan like this. All groaning and hating the morning – Yi Fan was not a fan of an early rise, he supposed.

“Oh…morning,” Yi Fan mumbled, his voice still thick from sleep; deeper and huskier. He yawned and rubbed the sleep off his teary eyes. He shook his head a few times and stretched to ease the soreness from staying still for a night.

“Come in!” Chanyeol called out to the door and Yi Fan became fully in term with his senses. He turned his head when the door was pushed open and 2 nurses piled in. The one behind was pushing a cart with hospital food on it.

“Say aaah, hyung!” the pouting boy demanded.

A/N: Here it goes, the continuation of the prev chapter. Hope you enjoy it! Comment and subscribe, lovely readers~

I'm thinking of blogging about details concerning this story - Chanyeol's condition, let's say. Something like that, what dyu guys think? Till then. bye~