chapter 31

                                    

                                          
Qin Fen woke up with the familiar smell of hospital entering his nose. He felt someone grip on his hand, his eyes lit up momentarily but also dimmed after seeing that the one he expected wasn't the one by his side after all. 
                          
"What? Disappointed that i'm not Jackson?" Han Mubo said with a playful smile that hid his wincing heart. Qin Fen jerked up at the name if Jackson, he felt his face growing red by the seconds.
                          
Han Mubo felt a knife pierce his heart. But he didn't let Qin Fen notice-- well, Qin Fen wouldn't notice anyway. 
                          
"... Where's he?" Qin Fen asked, his voice a bit raspy making it seem so sexy. 
                          
"He went home." Han Mubo said. Qin Fen let out a small 'oh' with a hint of disappointment visibly displayed on his face. Han Mubo stood up, taking the initiative to ask if Qin Fen wanted water because he can't stand Qin Fen being so depressed because of Jackson.  He went out of the room to buy, not noticing Jackson sitting on the chair in the hallway, holding a plastic bag and playing paper airplane with his hands, not knowing where to let it fly; watching the room with dark eyes; Jackson did not sleep for the night.
                          
He was too worried to. 
                          
Jackson took the chance to enter Qin Fen's room while Han Mubo was away, his swollen eyes no longer that swollen, but as he wanted to look good in front of Qin Fen he put on an eye mask, making him more sexy   his outfit.
                          
"Are you okay?" Qin Fen's ears perked up at the sound of Jackson's voice. Qin Fen slowly turned his head towards the door, Jackson was there, standing with a plastic bag, an eyemask, dark eyes and the barely visible paper airplane on the pocket of his trench coat. Qin Fen's low mood suddenly lit up in an astonishing speed even he cannot fathom how.
                          
"I-i'm okay now," he stuttered. Jackson stepped in closer to him-- well, maybe a little bit tad too close.
                          
Jackson held Qin Fen's face and moved it right to left, checking Qin Fen's condition. Jackson furrowed his brows noticing that Qin Fen was so pale. 
                          
"Sorry..." Jackson apologized,  his hands no longer on Qin Fen's face but on Qin Fen's hand with the IV drip on it. Jackson sat on the chair beside the bed and held up Qin Fen's hand near his face.
                          
Qin Fen's heart suddenly started beating abnormally.
                          
Jackson intertwined his fingers with Qin Fen's fingers, he kissed the back of Qin Fen's hand, his brows furrowed even deeper.
                          
"Sorry..." he repeated. Qin Fen felt something tug on his lips, his pale face reddening. They stayed like that for a good minute. 
                          
And as if remembering something, Jackson shoot up from his seat and picked the plastic bag he put down on the table.
                          
"It's not from your favorite restaurant but-- I hope you can still eat this," Jackson said and rubbed his neck awkwardly. He removed the porridge and sportsdrink  out of the plastic bag, 
                          
"Why do I have to walk in on them every time they're doing some shits that would break my heart into pieces?" Han Mubo uttered with a bitter smile and a small voice only he can hear. He didn't know what to do with the water on his hand, so he just drank it by himself.
                          
Since it seems that Qin Fen doesn't need it.