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@☆Zhan Hearing the apologies that he had been waiting for all this time quickly extinguished the uncontrollable flame that was Yibo's anger. He loosened up when Zhan clutched his hand and brought him close, seeming to have found his sense of reason again. "I love you too," Yibo responded the most naturally he ever had. He listened to Zhan's continuous pleas for forgiveness without any words to pardon the older. That was, until he saw how Zhan was about to cry himself unconscious that Yibo completely relented and lowered his chest against Zhan's so he could kiss his lover on the lips. "You're mine," he reminded Zhan, "You can't be anyone else's. That means you can only give yourself to me."

@☆Yibo "I'm sorry," Zhan sputtered, his chest rising and falling fast along with his hyperventilating breaths. "Yibo, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Zhan had no idea what he was apologizing for or promising, but he wanted it all to /stop/. He wanted Yibo to touch him gently again, instead of with such rough hands. Despite the pain that Yibo had given him, Zhan hugged Yibo's hand to his chest, whimpering through his tears. "Ge, I love you," he pleaded with a hoarse voice. "I love you."

@☆Zhan As angry as he was, Yibo still chased after his release with fervor. After all, why should he, Zhan's boyfriend, be denied of something that other men were given easy access to? Ignoring Zhan's cries until he finally released deep inside Zhan, Yibo groaned and dug his fingertips into Zhan's skin, leaving more small bruised marks along his shoulders and arms by the time he was done. When he finally came, Yibo didn't pull out of Zhan immediately, not wanting to cave to the other's pleas so soon. "Say sorry," he demanded in a low, gruff voice. "Then I'll stop."

@☆Yibo Zhan had no idea how long the torture went on for. He remembered screaming or crying once in a while, but other than that, his mind blanked to block out everything that he was experiencing. He even felt his stiff release against his will, white hot squirting over his belly and splattering against the sheets as he was violently ed. His nether regions felt uncomfortably wet from the mess of and blood, but Yibo didn't seem to care at all above him. "Stop," Zhan moaned weakly, a weak hand scrabbling against Yibo's abdomen. "Stop..."

@☆Zhan The final straw came when Zhan's hands smacked against Yibo's face, drawing out a carnal growl from the male on top. "," Yibo cursed, laughing sinisterly as he grappled with Zhan to pin the older's wrists down above him. "You're still trying to keep up this facade?" Yibo shook his head, clicking his tongue as if he was sympathizing with the poor stray sheep beneath him, though he himself was the wolf ready for his meal. He gave a few more hard s into Zhan's bleeding entrance before landing a hard smack on the older's , enough to leave a red handprint in its wake. It just wasn't fair, really, that Zhan didn't like Yibo as much as the older had led him to think he did. Still in his bout of fury, Yibo continued to Zhan without any more words, his loud grunting deafening everything else in the room.

@☆Yibo Zhan's fingernails scrabbled against Yibo's wrist over his face as he was ed so mercilessly. His protests were completely muffled, but still loud and sharp as he was penetrated over and over again. Yuning's cries seemed to become even louder in the background, but Zhan's thoughts had moved from his child to the searing pain in his bottom. His throat burned from wanting to make noise, but needing to be forcefully silenced. His hands moved from prying Yibo's hands to slapping at whatever he could reach - Yibo's arms, his chest, his face - in a desperate bid for it to /stop/.

@☆Zhan Zhan was protesting far too much, so Yibo pressed a hand over the other's mouth as he tried to spout more nonsense. Unfortunately for Zhan, Yibo's hand was large enough to block off the airways in his nose too. With his brows still tightly-knit, Yibo continued to into Zhan, his anger eventually reaching its height and plateauing in the form of an icy cold silent stare. Zhan was the one who made Yibo say it first. Zhan made Yibo believe that he loved him. Yibo wanted to protect him. But now, he just had to /hurt/ him, just as Zhan hurt Yibo with all his accusations.

@☆Yibo Zhan's screams reduced to a quiet whimper as the pain completely numbed his body. "I didn't," he sobbed again and again, his fingers scrabbling against the skin of Yibo's torso as he tried to push the younger off. Zhan's thoughts were so lost, and he had no idea what was happening. All he knew that was his body hurt and Yibo's words hurt. Yuning was crying in the back now, and Zhan was desperate to calm his baby. "Yibo," he choked out, trying to teach around his boyfriend, his arm stretched in a futile way toward the baby. "Ah! Anhg- Yuning!"

@☆Zhan Hearing Zhan tell him to stop only enraged Yibo further. He bet that Zhan would never say stop to anyone else trying to get into his pants, so why was Yibo the only exception! Mercilessly, Yibo began to , though the sensation of skin against skin wasn't particularly pleasant for himself either. "ing ," Yibo spat at Zhan, "Didn't think you'd get caught did you?" While continuing to sneer and curse Zhan out with obscenities, Yibo rutted inside, eventually settling at a rough pace that left little wiggle room for Zhan. Whenever there was a lull in the noises from either of them, Yibo could somewhat hear Yuning's whimpering from his crib, but he was so invested in teaching his cheating boyfriend a lesson that he couldn't be bothered to check on the child yet.

@☆Yibo Zhan was shaking from head to toe by the time he was completely stripped. He couldn't even fight back in his fear, and the shock of being hit again. The pain was sharp, but it numbed to a dull ache almost immediately. Zhan writhed before he was ultimately pinned down, whimpering loudly as his legs were forced apart and Yibo's hard length forced his unstretched hole open. Yibo breaching him elicited a long and pained scream from Zhan, his entire body tensing up at the intrusion of something so hard and rough rubbing against his soft insides. "Stop! Stop it!"

@☆Zhan Yibo had momentarily fallen deaf, both to Zhan's and his son's cries. He continued to tear at Zhan's clothing, forcing the older out of his bottoms as well. Yibo saw red when Zhan tried to struggle out of his grip. Who the was so much better than Yibo that Zhan would spread his legs for easily? And it wasn't as if Yibo didn't give his boyfriend multiple chances to rethink their relationship before. Blinded by his anger, Yibo was triggered by every movement coming from Zhan, and to subdue him, Yibo slapped him once more, even harder, on the other cheek. Once Zhan had stopped struggling, Yibo tugged his out of his trousers, flashing it as Zhan as he pried the older's long legs open and lined himself up with the tiny, dry entrance.

@☆Yibo Zhan was already ignoring Yibo's insults, so he was surprised when Yibo suddenly ripped his shirt open. He cried out in his shock, immediately backing up on the bed when Yibo grabbed at his crotch with a threateningly tight grip, eliciting another choked sob out of Zhan. "Stop it!" Zhan tried to shove Yibo off, his legs closing to try and deter the younger from advancing. Yuning, waking from Zhan's startled yell, began to whimper in the background, sniffling as he waited for someone to come comfort him.

@☆Zhan "Bull," Yibo said, easily piecing all the information together. Of course Zhan had slept with Chuyue before. And Yuning took a liking to him? In the back of his mind, Yibo wondered if he should do a DNA test with Yuning, just to be sure his son really was his son. "You really like to yourself out don't you? That's why you don't want me here. You tell me to come back-" Yibo said in a gruff voice, almost as if he was taking big breaths between every few words, "And then you try to chase me away when you want to spread your legs." If that's what Zhan so desperately wanted, then Yibo would give him that. His hands began to tear at Zhan's shirt, easily ripping the cotton material and destroying the shirt down the middle. His other hand reached to grab at Zhan's crotch, squeezing unrelentingly, "You're the one projecting," Yibo reminded Zhan, "Since you accused me of sleeping with someone else first. Don't ing forget that."

@☆Yibo Yibo had never hit Zhan before, so when he did this time, Zhan froze, his head turned to the side from the slap. The words stung even worse than the hit. When had Yibo been so volatile? Feeling Yibo's hand on his chest, Zhan's head spun as he fell back against the pillows and sheets, a shaky exhale escaping his lips. "I was never with anyone else," he said in a hard voice, tears filling his eyes easily as he processed everything - the slap, the harsh words, everything. "Don't project on me."

@☆Zhan Zhan was right to expect to be dropped. But that wasn't it. Once Yibo let go of Zhan's shirt, his other hand came flying through the air, landing a crisp and hard smack across Zhan's cheek. How dare Zhan accuse him to his face like this so many times. How dare Zhan speak to Yibo like this when he had never gone behind Zhan's conscience and do anything so despicable. "What?" he asked, his voice stone cold and his eyes glazed over, void of any semblance of recognition of Zhan as his boyfriend, the mother to his son. "You can't wait to yourself off in my absence? Was it all an act?" Yibo's other knee dipped onto the bed as he encased Zhan under him, his hand flattening on Zhan's chest and applying pressure so the older couldn't get up, "Was it all an act when you asked me to come home?" Yibo had never spoken so harshly to Zhan, not even when his temper slightly got ahold of him during their texting. The part of him that he had hidden away specifically for Zhan had re-emerged. "ing ." he cursed, shaking his head as an amused, cruel smirk flashed across his face.

@☆Yibo Zhan grunted when he was grabbed, but he tried to fight Yibo off quickly, his fingers prying at Yibo's around his collar. "ing leave and don't come back," Zhan repeated through gritted teeth, turning his face away from Yibo's, expecting the younger to drop him and pack his things. "Your Baekhyun is waiting for you." It'd be okay. Zhan didn't want to spend his life being the outsider in Yibo's relationship anyway. He'd take Yuning, and they'd move and live happily on their own...

@☆Zhan Somehow, Zhan's final accusation about Yibo cheating on him caused something within Yibo to snap. He closed in on Zhan instead of just picking his stuff up and leaving. Yibo had enough of the verbal attacks and he was going to give Zhan a lesson to remember his petty wrongdoings by. "Say that one more time." Yibo said, his knee dipping onto the bed as he grabbed Zhan by the collar of his shirt and jerking him forward. His teeth were gritted and his brows knitted as he glared once more at his boyfriend. "I dare you."

@☆Yibo "You do more for the guy you're ing than you do for me," Zhan snapped, up the blankets beneath a fist in his irritation. How come no matter how many times spelled it out, Yibo could never find it in him to do anything special for Zhan. "Fine. Whatever. ing leave and don't even come back. What are you waiting for?" Zhan rolled his eyes with the attitude that he would never give anyone else, only Yibo. He jerked his head toward the half packed bag before focusing on his phone again, holding back angry tears. "Just go."

@☆Zhan "/You're/ the one who wanted me to come home at my earliest possible time and /you're/ the one who spontaneously decided to go visit your parents despite knowing when I'd come back," Yibo snapped at Zhan, his tone getting more harsher for the first time as he expressed his irritation. Yibo stepped towards the bed, his frame looking imposing as he glowered down at Zhan, "I did exactly what I said I'd do." Yibo said, enunciating every word clearly. When they texted, he had promised to bring Zhan to the Japanese restaurant, and he had gotten a birthday gift that Zhan had mentioned wanting. And yet he was the one not trying? Frustrated with having to deal with all these feelings at once, Yibo continued to stare at Zhan, wondering what the hell he'd done to make Zhan always. so. unsatisfied.

@☆Yibo Zhan did not try to deny that he was sulking. "Do you expect me to pretend to be happy while you show up, make me leave my parents, and then do nothing special for me? Yibo, I don't want to care about my birthday because I knew you wouldn't even bother to think of something to cheer me up after you don't even try to stay behind to care for Yuning?" Zhan couldn't even believe that Yibo was trying to pin the blame on him. Was Zhan not allowed to feel unhappy over this unfairness.

@☆Zhan Yibo froze in his tracks when he heard Zhan's biting accusation. Of course, no matter what he said, there was no convincing Zhan that Yibo was not a cheater, but it didn't stop him from trying, "Don't make assumptions." he told Zhan in a firm, cold voice. Setting his duffel bag down, Yibo turned around and stared Zhan down in his unwavering glare, "I've been at home to do nothing but watch you sulk." Yibo wanted to raise his voice and knock some sense into Zhan before the other got derailed and went into one of his frenzies again, but seeing Yuning sleeping in his crib at the foot of their bed, Yibo kept his voice lowered, trying to maintain all the composure that he usually was able to.

@☆Yibo When Yibo got up, Zhan assumed it was to go to the bathroom, but when Yibo started packing up his clothes, Zhan's brows furrowed in his confusion. "Yibo?" he called quietly, wondering what the rush was to... leave. Even if Yibo got a work call, he would say something, wouldn't he? Sadness pierced Zhan's chest again as he realized that Yibo leaving so abruptly meant going to Baekhyun, and his face darkened immediately. "Are you really in such a rush to go back to ing that guy?" Zhan asked from his spot on the bed, his temper getting the better of him. He'd never act like this anywhere else, but Yibo made him... irrational.

@☆Zhan Yibo had expected a bigger reaction from Zhan, especially since this was something that the older had specifically said he wanted before. When he didn't get that reaction, Yibo's face darkened, and he wondered what the hell he was doing back here when Zhan couldn't even be bothered to look at him. It had never even occurred to Zhan that Yibo had a blue switch in his bag, and he had been intending to play with his boyfriend all along. Wordlessly, Yibo got up again, the heaviness in his chest starting to constrict him. He should've just let Zhan be alone on his birthday, so that he could go spend it with Chuyue or something like that. Picking up the duffel that he returned home with, Yibo began to pack some clothes back into it, figuring that Zhan could at least have the rest of the night with people he actually wanted to be with.

@☆Yibo Taking the box from Yibo, Zhan unwrapped it carefully, setting the intact wrapping paper aside to reveal a pink gaming console, boxed up perfectly. Zhan brightened up just a little - Yibo had put some thought into it. Zhan had mentioned wanting a Switch before, but never bought it since he wasn't sure if he'd have the time to play. "Thank you, Yibo," he said politely, not even bothering to take the console out of its box to set it up. His heart was heavy, and had been heavy the entire day. "Maybe I'll get you one and we'll play together." Setting it aside, Zhan picked up his phone again, going through the last of his work emails for the day.

@☆Zhan Though Yibo did greet Zhan with a 'Happy Birthday' when they woke up and brought his boyfriend to the Japanese restaurant that he had been planning about for a while, it didn't seem like it was enough. It wasn't until the end of the day that he finally settled with Zhan in bed and they had finished showering that Yibo pulled out a medium sized box to present to the older. He had already shown Zhan the souvenirs that he collected for Zhan over the course of his travels, so this had been specifically left aside for the doctor's special day. Pushing the neatly wrapped box in Zhan's direction, Yibo said, "Happy Birthday. I hope you like it."

@☆Yibo The rest of dinner and that night was awkward, to say the least. The next day was spent doing nothing as well, to Zhan's disappointment. Besides the dinner, the night was quiet as well. It was quiet all evening, with the two of them settling into bed with barely fifty words said to each other the entire day. Zhan's head filled with thoughts seeing Yibo on his phone each time during the day - was it Baekhyun? Was it another of his flight attendants? It plagued Zhan greatly, and he spent much of his birthday looking upset.

@☆Zhan "Mm, it's good," Yibo agreed, taking big mouthfuls of the noodles in his mouth. If he was busy chewing, then he wouldn't need an excuse for not speaking, right? As they ate in silence, Yibo occasionally glanced up to look at Zhan, or he'd sniffle as the heat of the noodles made his nose run. In record time, he had finished his bowl and even drained the liquid contents. Of course, Yibo didn't expect Zhan to eat at the same pace he did, and so he sat up straight and waited, even calling the waiter to bring over two cups of hot tea for them. Making an effort to break the silence at last, Yibo told Zhan, "I brought home a lot of things for you. I'll show you tonight."

@☆Yibo With a sigh, Zhan put away his phone. He didn't like Yibo on his phone during mealtimes, yet did not want to make conversation to accompany Zhan in the meantime. Beginning to eat, Zhan let the spicy numbness of the noodles comfort him if Yibo was going to be so useless at it. Whilst they ate, a young man and woman - a couple, settled at the table beside theirs. They were chattering and smiling and /happy/, and Zhan had never been so jealous. But now, what was there to say? "This place always has good xiaomian," he mumbled through a mouthful, still refusing to look directly at Yibo.

@☆Zhan While Zhan busied himself on his phone, Yibo occasionally looked up at his boyfriend, seeing his face and taking in the features that he had not seen in such a long time. Zhan was still attractive as always, and his hairstyle made him look like a young boy tonight, not like the professional that Yibo had first met on the plane. Regardless, Yibo was still attracted to all of Zhan's appearances - except he didn't know how he'd express that. Ever. Luckily for him, he didn't have to ponder on that thought for too long, as their food arrived not long after. Taking two pairs of chopsticks from the tin container that held them, Yibo handed one pair over to Zhan and motioned for him to begin eating. "Check your email later," he murmured, "Or else it'll get cold."

@☆Yibo Yibo was always so silent. He never had much to say, even when they first started dating. Zhan was also a quiet type as well, so there was often silence between them. Zhan had always tried to tell himself that this was okay, and that there was no point in trying to force anything, but it never made him happy when he thought that. Bitterly, Zhan figured that Yibo had a lot to say to that Baekhyun. He pulled out his phone to have something to do in the silence, answering a few work emails that had escaped his grasp earlier.