When being asked about what Dr. Zayne’s weakness is, you only smile politely and shrug, saying the same line everyone else gives:
“I don’t know, he’s good at handling everything.”
Because to the rest of the world, Zayne has none.
He's the youngest cardiac surgeon in Linkon City. Achieved multiple awards. Published in the best medical journals in his twenties. Patients adore him, medical students worship him, and even senior doctors step aside with respect when he walks down the hallway of Akso Hospital.
It was natural that people look at him like he's a god. Like he’s untouchable. Like he’s perfect.
Because right now? The same man that saved countless of lives with his hands is curled up on your chest, groaning softly while an ice pack is pressed to his cheek. His hair’s a little messy. His eyes are shut tight. He’s in obvious pain, using your chest like a pillow.
“You’re such a baby,” you murmur, gently running your fingers through his hair.
“I’m dying,” he groans into your shirt.
“Same thing.” He deadpans.
"You didn’t cut back on sugar like the dentist told you." You say with a hint of a stern voice, scolding him.
"I did," he whines, voice muffled.
You raise a brow. "You mean…?"
"I stopped eating cake. For breakfast." He says it like he deserves an award.
"...I thought we were in a judgment-free relationship," he mutters, glaring up at you with the most betrayed expression, cheeks puffed, his eyes slightly teary because the painkillers haven't kicked in just yet.
You stifle a laugh. Because that is Zayne’s weakness, not pressure, not blood, not failure.
No. It’s sweets. second to you, but he wouldn't tell you that.
He has the worst sweet tooth in Linkon and the self control of a five-year-old when it comes to desserts. And when that catches up to his teeth, he becomes the most pathetic, clingy, whiney boyfriend in existence. But only to you. Only ever to you.
But the world doesn’t need to know that the flawless Dr. Zayne Li of Akso Hospital once sulked all day at home because you threw away his secret stash of Kitkats.
That part of him? That’s yours to keep.
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