I can't believe that I could actually finish off two chapters in just a matter of days. I think due to the new untitled new fic, my will to complete this fic is renewed! Well then, wouldn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer. Enjoy!

Stubborn Souls - Fragrance of Love

- Blushing Moment -

It was just like the night before. With his cheeks burning, he watched the dark-haired king settled into one of the empty chairs. Another awkward moment.

"So…." He heard Yuuri coughed. "So, are you feeling all right now?" Hesitantly he nodded as his eyes kept on stealing glances at the other boy. "Are you sure?" This time, the boy leaned forward towards him. His face was quite near to his and he could see a frown upon the king's forehead.

"I'm sure."

"Are you really sure? I'm not that convinced. It was quite warm when I touched your forehead." Just that mere sentence brought flushes to the two boys as Yuuri pulled back with a sudden. Apparently he remembered the kiss as well. Silence again fell between the two of them before the king forgot about his embarrassment as he turned back to Wolfram.

"Answer a question for me, Wolfram. Why didn't anyone tell me that you were ill?"

"And what would you have done if we told you about my predicament? Would you order the fever out of my body?"

"Well, I could have done something." But he shook his head, the golden bangs moved with accordance.

"No, you couldn't have done anything because you wouldn't have been there when I fell ill." The two boys fell silent, each remembering the day the king made his decision. Glancing at Yuuri, Wolfram saw the serious intent written on the boy's face. It was as though the king was blaming himself for his condition. "But everything is all right now. I'm fine. In a couple of days, I'll be able to get back to the demon country. And you'll be able to concentrate on your studies."

Those adorable dark eyes of his were now trained on Wolfram, their gaze unwavering that he had to look away for a while.

For couple of hours, or probably more, the two argued about the most worthless things and yet enjoyed each other's company even more. The others had probably sensed their need for each other that they hadn't returned. In the end, Yuuri suggested for a stroll in the hospital's garden. He readily agreed.

"There is no way in Shin-ou's name I'll sit in that contraption."

"Come on, Wolfram. It's for your own good."

"No."

"Come on. I wouldn't want you to fall face first. Look at you."

"I can walk just fine."

"Come on."

"No. There's no way you can make me sit in that...that thing."

They must have spent several long minutes before Yuuri finally let the matter off. He had wanted Wolfram to use the wheelchair provided but his golden-haired fiancé refused. Stubborn as always. Secretly he smiled as he glanced at his side. Even in his current condition, Wolfram was still stubborn as he always was.

He must have been the one who hadn't wanted me to know about his illness. That idiot.

Seated beside the king, he watched others dressed like him walked by. This time, it wasn't an awkward moment. The silence wasn't tensed either, in fact, he actually enjoyed being alone with Yuuri. No Gunter to come and take the dark-haired king away and Conrad was too busy handling Greta and Gwendel. And much as he loved Greta, he was glad his daughter was now Conrad's responsibility.

But…

He looked down at his feet as he rocked gently on his palms. His golden locks moved with his movements, and soon he was frowning at the ground.

In a couple of days, I'll be going home. In a couple of days, I'll be out of his -

"Wolfram. Aft…after you're discharged from here, would you like to see my world?"

Judging by the incredulous look on his fiancé's face, one would have thought the king had asked the golden-haired boy to grow another head or something.

"Wh-what?"

You're not making this any easier.

His smile was rather hesitantly shy as he glanced at the other boy. His palms had mysteriously gotten sweaty again while his heart racing like a racehorse.

"Are you mad? Why should I stay on here in this…this world?" Wolfram's voice was haughty as he glanced away with a rather snobbish sniff. But he knew better. For he could see the faint redness that was on the boy's cheeks. Or in the way the boy's eyes kept glancing at him. Or in the way those lips itching to smile. He should have lost his nerves and never spoke of it again, but something else made him. Could he actually be in love with Wolfram? Oh god.

That sudden thought reeled his mind. He remembered how worried he was that Wolfram would never get better. Or how he counted the seconds till he could visit the golden-haired boy. He even remembered the comical 'tug-of-war' he played with himself, trying to decide whether to go or not just hours ago. Thank god, he hadn't made the decision to buy flowers or anything like that.

"Don't go back to Shin Makoku yet, Wolfram. Stay here a while. Heck, you can even stay over at my place. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. Just like how you'd guided me in Shin Makoku, I want to show you my world too."

Then, for some strange reason, he took hold of his fiancé's wrists and pulled, until the boy went sprawling towards him.

"Wh-wh-" Wolfram's words were muffled as he lifted his head up. In one swift motion, he'd caught hold of the golden-haired boy's shoulders and leaned closer. His heart suddenly raced and slowed while his hands gripped those shoulders tightly.

"Oh my."