I Will Always Choose You
Ying Yue was soaking in the hot spring with his back leaned against the edge. He already finished cleaning himself, but he did not want to leave quite yet. Wang Li… his king had squeezed his hand so hard; it woke him up. It was still dark outside and he looked sleepily at his lover. He saw the creased forehead and sweat slipping down the Ghost King's hairlines.
"Ah Yue…" he heard from those thin lips and the squeeze on his hand tightened.
"I am here," the blonde said soothingly as he wiped at the sweat, "I am here."
Ying Yue watched as the crease lifted and settled. He felt his hand loosened in Wang Li's grip and the soft sound of breathing returned. He had tucked himself closer to his lover and fell asleep against the soft beats of his king's heart.
'Ah Li…' he breathed out into the morning air, '… since I've been here, have I been hurting you more instead of helping you?'