『Fallen Angel』
BL EmptyCity #FuturisticCity #PostApocalyptic #AllAlone #CreatingLife #NurturingDynamic #GongNurturesShou #SpoiledShou #AngelShou #HeightDifference Shen Wangyu, twenty-four years old, 182 cm tall. One morning in middle school, he woke up to find himself the only person left in the entire city. Everyone had vanished. The lights still turned on, the transit tracks still ran, and the supermarket shelves automatically restocked whenever they emptied, with produce staying forever fresh—yet there was never another soul on the streets. He grew from an adolescent into a twenty-four-year-old man, walking alone under overcast skies for over a decade. Time seemed to have halted within him, moving forward no longer. He believed his entire life would simply drag on like this. Until he discovered that body. Yun Shu, 168 cm tall, appearing sixteen or seventeen. Unblemished, unstained by blood, and lacking a heartbeat, he lay there completely intact, pristine as if deliberately placed for Shen Wangyu to find. Shen Wangyu brought him back. He never saw him as a mere "object"; he believed Yun Shu had descended from above—an angel sent to keep him company. Bit by bit, he repaired him, waiting for the moment he would open his eyes. When Yun Shu finally woke, he knew how to do nothing. He couldn't walk, couldn't speak, couldn't even hold things. Shen Wangyu taught him from scratch—teaching him to stand firm, take steps, and call his name. Yun Shu learned very slowly, but he was exceptionally docile. Shen Wangyu reserved the very best of everything for him, never demanding anything in return. Whatever Yun Shu wanted, he gave; when Yun Shu didn't want to walk, he carried him; when Yun Shu threw a tantrum, he gently coaxed him. He cherished Yun Shu like a worshipped angel. Yun Shu grew up in body, but not in temper. He remained delicate, clingy, and pampered in the palm of Shen Wangyu's hand, having never suffered the slightest hardship nor ever feeling the need to mature. Watching him, Shen Wangyu sometimes wondered what life would be like if he hadn't brought him home that day. But he had never once regretted it. He only wondered whether this boy he had personally indulged might one day no longer need him. One empty city, two souls. One nurturing, the other nurtured. One treating him as an angel, the other pampered into the very likeness of one.
He is an angel—my angel.