Dican gently wrapped his arms around Bian, holding him close against his chest.
He was soft. Warm. He fit right into his embrace like he belonged there, like he was carved for this exact spot. His hair brushed against Dican's neck, and the slight tremble in his body made Dican instinctively pull him a little tighter.
But…
His heart didn't move.
There should've been a rush. A warmth. A beat of affection or longing. But all Dican felt was… dull. Like something distant. Like hugging a memory that no longer belonged to him.
His brows furrowed faintly.
Why… why do I feel nothing?
The frown barely formed before he forced it away, smoothing his expression. Bian didn't need to see that.
Dican let his arms loosen and pulled away gently, keeping his voice soft as he met the other's eyes.
"I'm sorry to make you wait," he said. "I met some… unexpected circumstances on the way."
Bian's expression twisted at once.
