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SHI LEI POV:
I am in the middle of reworking a piece of medal for the most recent piece for Seisei Studio, when I hear loud hacking coughs again from Yu Zhen’s office and I try to ignore it. I feel like I am being a bad boyfriend, but I can only hear him not admit he is sick so many times before I get angry. I don’t want to get angry, but I am so worried about him, since he had the cough for a couple of days now and looks like he is ready to pass out. I don’t like it, why won’t he let himself be comforted by somebody who loves him and wants him to feel better? If it was my choice he would not even be working right now. Though I know we would have to make a compromise because he would never skip work completely, and it would just worry him. I am too much of a sucker for him and knowing that I would still have to work but would want to watch over him. It would need to happen that way so, maybe it's not about him working. It’s honestly about him not even telling me that he is not okay, but Zhao Gang telling Si Qi to tell me.
I just happened to be on a business trip to meet with a couple of potential new clients, when my beloved idiotic boyfriend hung out with those two. Afterward, he refused to borrow some money for a taxi and instead walked home and got stuck in the rain. Then of course from being the person who lives with him, shares a bed with him, I know that he wouldn’t take care of himself right when he started getting symptoms. He would ignore it until he couldn’t anymore and then go to Zhao Gang to just get some basic help because he didn’t want to worry me. Even though he should know by now after two and a half years of us being together that I worry more if he doesn’t tell me. I want to take care of him and do everything I can to help him feel better and then when he does, yell at him for not taking care of himself and then not telling me. Though I know neither of those will happen until he admits that he doesn’t feel good. I look up at the office again as another hacking cough comes out, and then feel a stare at me from one of the tables.
I look up and see Xiai Qian staring at me and gesturing for me to go to the office and I shake my head indicating I can’t. She rolls her eyes and writes something down on a piece of paper and puts it up, so I can see it, it says, ‘If you don’t go in there and help him I will send in Si Qi. I sigh, wishing I could curse out this evil woman who knows my weak spots. If I let Si Qi in there it will not end well and then Zhao Gang will be pissed at me and Yu Zhen. He will be pissed at Yu Zhen for inevitably yelling at his boyfriend which will make Yu Zhen feel worse and push everyone away more. Then Zhao Gang will take his protective feeling toward Si Qi and empathy of Yu Zhen on me, blaming me for not only preventing the matter but also for not caring for a sick Yu Zhen. I feel anxiety, worry, and hurt from the hypothetical situation, so I put my craft down safely and walk towards my boyfriend’s door.
YU ZHEN POV:
After the fifth hacking cough in the past hour, I know that I need to just admit that I can’t work right now. I just don’t want to tell Shi Lei because He will get mad and then worry about me. I admit that I was dumb to walk home that night when I could tell that it was going to storm. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible because I wanted to get in comfortable clothes before my boyfriend calls from his hotel room for our nightly call. I didn’t want to be waiting at the restaurant that I just ate at with Zhao Gang and Si Qi in a taxi or in the taxi still when he made the call. In the back of my head, I know that Shi Lei would be okay if I said I will call him back after I get back to our home, I just was being stubborn. Now that stubbornness really bit me in the ass, since, I feel like I am going to constantly hack up a lung and my body feels way too hot to be at a normal temp. Then as I try to get up I right away feel like the room is spinning, and so I sit back down to try to lessen the spinning.
If I just told Shi Lei that I didn’t feel well when we were on the phone when he was on his way back or when he got back home. I didn’t though, and then like the stubborn idiot I am, I lied to him, not just once but multiple times. I know by his face that he knows I am sick, and he is worried and getting sick and tired of my lying. I just didn’t want him to worry about me, stress himself out, or even worse blame himself for not being here or something else crazy. I know my boyfriend and know how much he worries, I just didn’t want to contribute to the already large sum of worried thoughts I know is streaming through his head. Though Zhao Gang told me multiple times that my boyfriend worries about me because he cares about me so much. I know that, which is why I hate that I chose to lie to him because I could be laying in our bed right now while my loving boyfriend takes care of me. My stomach grumbles already thinking about having my favorite soup that Shi Lei makes and smiling at the thought of him watching over me or cuddling up to me.
I sigh once again and try to get myself ready to get up again. I need to try to beg Shi Lei to not get too angry with me for lying and not telling him when I hear the knock on my door. I rub a hand over my face and straighten myself up, so I can look like I don’t feel like I feel like I am dying. When I feel like I can do it without people getting too suspicious I croak out a, “Come in,“ loud enough for them to hear me through the door, but not too loud to hurt my throat more than it already does.
SHI LEI POV
As I walk into the office as he told me to do, the first thing I subconsciously check is what his eyes look like. I have always known that one look in his eyes tells me everything because they can’t lie to me or shut me out. I see at first shock and then worry and finally a combination of happiness, letting go, and a gleam of love that is always there when he is looking at me. I can’t help but feel the heat rise in my cheeks and butterflies flutter in my stomach at that last thought. Luckily I am better at not showing my emotions on my face as he is, well at least I think so. However, when I look away from his eyes, I scan over the rest of his face and look at what the possible symptoms are. The first thing I see is the beads of sweat nearly rolling off his face, almost like tears down his face. Then I see how pale he is and then see how his suit is slightly askew like he was trying to straighten himself out and get wrinkles out last minute before I came in here. Oh also, I think back to the voice that came through the door came out loud enough to hear, but still soft and slightly scratchy. Honestly, if I didn’t know any better I would think that he just ran a marathon without being trained for it.
Though of course, I do know better, so I started making a mental list of all the things that he will need before we get home. As I scan him over one more time, I think okay, we need to get out of here as soon as possible. Luckily it is nearing 6:00 PM so, the work day will be over soon. I walk over and around his desk to stand to the side of him and then lift his head slightly and feel how he is burning. I sigh thinking, ‘You are so lucky that I love you too much to get too mad if you are this miserable. Of course that doesn’t get him off the hook, or I won’t unleash my anger on him when he gets better it will be just delayed. I just know that he will do everything he can to make it up to me, which is one of the things that I love about him, that I know that he loves me just as much. However, before all of that, I need to make sure he doesn’t get worse. So I sternly say, “Come on, we are going home, and on the way we are stopping at the drug store, getting fever reducer, cough drops, pain medication, cold medicine, and I think that should be it.” I finish listing on my fingers the different things hoping that I won’t miss anything.
Then like a little kid, he pouts and says, “Can you make me my favorite of your soups? Oh, and could we get hot tea, and-” I chuckle slightly interrupting him, and put my hand over his mouth when he tries to talk again.
I smile, because I can’t help it as I say, “So, you finally admit that you are sick?”
He shrugs and nods his head, “I am sorry for lying, I just didn’t want you to worry and put me before your work.”
I smack him lightly on the arm and kiss him on the top of his head, “Idiot, I am your boyfriend who loves you I am supposed to be taking care of you and worrying about you especially when you are sick. Worrying about you is the job that I love to do because it’s out of my love for you. However, please don’t lie to me like this, I am still irritated about that, and you will make that up to me. Though now we are going home, and I am taking care of you until you feel completely better.” I can’t help smiling at the pout on his face, realizing how much I love this idiot in front of me. Even after two and a half years, I still fall in love more and more every day.
After I help him up we apologize to the team that we won’t be in for at least tomorrow, luckily they completely understood, and we make it to the car. After settling him in the passenger side I go around to the driver's side and get in and as I put the keys in he talks, “Are we going to the grocery store too?”
I shake my head in response, “No, I stalked up on all the ingredients for the soup, the tea, and some possible treats for when you get better, a couple of days ago. I was just waiting for you to admit that you were sick, and I wanted to be ready for when you did. If you didn’t admit it today I would have gotten all of this stuff from the drug store too as well. “
YU ZHEN POV:
Wow! This man is amazing, and I love him so, “I know I said this before, but I truly am sorry for lying and not telling you.”
In response, he takes my left hand with his right and strings his fingers with mine, and smiles, “I know you are, and I forgive you.”
I know that we will need to talk about this, talk about communication, and trust when I get better. I know it might be a tough conversation but looking over at the caring worrier beside me, I know that I will do anything. Since I know if I have to talk about all of it I will, especially if it means that I have him beside me always.