Ying suddenly grabbed his wrist and her hand landed on his hard broad chest. "Wait. You just can't leave, Fang."

He stared at her blankly, "You're not someone important whom I should listen to."

She gave him a sad look, not because of what he said but because of understanding him. "Fang." She gulped hard, eyes looking deeply at his sad crimson eyes.

She blinked and boldly said, "Cry. Let it go."

She saw his jaw tightened but he didn't said anything. Her free hand landed meticulously on his left shoulder. "Cry it out Fang. I'm here."

They stared on each other's eyes silently, hoping to read their minds and emotions. Ying gave him a small smile of comfort. "I'm here, Fang."

Fang's jaw tightened more and his tears started to form on his eyes, nose and ears became pinkish. He started sniffling until he couldn't help but breakdown in front of her.

Ying's heart wrench seeing him like that, so she patted him sensitively and carefully. However, Fang wanted more. He wanted more. He felt embarrassed crying in front of her so he grabbed her head and used it to hide his face.

She rubbed his back reassuringly and didn't mind waiting.

Now sniffling, his body was shaking but he was still clinging at her small figure.

She didn't say anything, but her ears were ready to listen.

When his tears died down and sniffles dominated, she started rocking him back and forth, like a mother wanting to let her baby sleep after a comfort. She stopped and peeked at his face to gave him a reassuring smile.

Fang looked away, still undecided about talking about his feelings however, she had developed patience when it comes to him sorting out his emotions. So she continued from waiting and comforting him.

Fang's eyes glanced back to her peaceful blue ones, which are still staring at his. He looked away and sniffled and then looked back at her, now pouting unconsciously.

"Hey..."

She continued smiling, encouraging him to continue.

"Thanks." He wiped his tears and snot away, letting go at her body. He looked her hair, wet from his tears and snot probably then cleared his throat. "I'm sorry if I, uh, breakdown at, uh, at you. Please forget this." He reached out to her hair and wiped them away but it made her hair damper than before.

Ying grinned, "I don't mind. It helps my head cool off."

"You mean you were annoyed?"

"No, no. What I mean is it helps me calm down, like I know I've helped a friend, i-if I was of help." She stuttered.

He chuckled, "A lot of help." He caught her shy blue eyes and grinned, "You've become mature now, Ying."

Noticing the atmosphere around them had loosened up, Ying cracked a joke, "Are you sure its just tears on my hair or is there a snot too?"

Fang pouted, teasing her too. "Who knows?"

She laughed, "You Spikehead!"

He was smiling at her and she can see his eyes starting to glow with pure happiness so she smiled back.

They don't know that they've been smiling and looking fondly at each other, unaware of their growing feelings for each other.

Fang clenched his hands to control his self, already forgetting what he was crying in the first place. Ying saw his cheeks turning pink and was alarmed, "A-are you okay?"

"Huh?"

"You're face- it's red. Do you feel like crying again?" Ying obliviously reached out to him.

Fang chuckled and grabbed her waist. Ying was studying his emotion- it doesn't show any sadness but shyness and a hint of happiness. He continued, "If I would cry, will you still be there to comfort me?"

"Of course. Nobody likes seeing your ugly face when you cry. Haha!"

They laughed, unaware that they're faces are now close to each other, Fang's hands tightly around her small waist.

All they cared is the sheer happiness they're sharing.

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So much with Writer's block let's have this fluff. Sorry for some errors.

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