BACKSTAGE (One-Shot)

BACKSTAGE

Xiao Zhan was the first to appear on the stage. He wore a black long leather jacket with marks of white on his shoulders and chest. It was complemented with glittered black pants. The crowd shouted his name, and he hushed them to keep it low. He adjusted his earpiece, trying to balance the sound outside and on this device. One of the audience shouted, "Wang Yibo loves you!". His lips formed into a thin smile, until it went bigger, showing his beautiful teeth. After a while, the stage opened, and Wang Yibo appeared from below. He also wore a black leather jacket, but it was topped with a white shirt, showing his broad chest under the thin clothing. That made the crowd even wilder, shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Good evening, Nanjing." Xiao Zhan shouted as Wang Yibo approached him. They brushed each other's arms, but no one noticed it.

"Thank you for coming tonight. Are you feeling good?" Wang Yibo asked the crowd, and the crowd shouted random talks. "Today, we will perform "The Untamed" theme song, WUJI. If you know the song, come sing with us." He kept his coo face, but then turned to Zhan and smiled.

The music started playing. Zhan started singing his lines, appealing to the crowd. When it is Yibo's turn, lots of girls in the crowd shouted, and even guys can be heard screaming.

"What is right or wrong are all in the past, when I wake how can I pretend it was all a dream?"

Then they duet, "In this world, how does one measure the gain and loss of fame and disgrace? Hot blood against sharp blades."

They continued singing, even glancing at each other for a while. Whenever Yibo glances at Zhan, he always shows his smile, but if he turns to the crowd, his face will be ice cold again. Unlike Xiao Zhan, who keeps on showing his beautiful smile to others.

When they entered the chorus part, it is really obvious that Zhan is trying hard to hit the notes. It seems that his voice is not well. So, Wang Yibo removed his earpiece one by one and kept it in his pocket.

When the instrumental part played, they looked at each other, with smiles plastered on their face. Yibo bowed slightly, and Zhan slightly lifted his brows in agreement.

Wang Yibo, "Crossing endless mountains and rivers, the path ends amidst a sea of people."

Xiao Zhan, "Whar is right or what is wrong, it's all in the past. When awake, I will just let it be a dream."

When the song entered the chorus part, Xiao Zhan's voice keep breaking, so Wang Yibo came to his rescue. He also tried to reach the higher notes, though he originally, was a rapper. We all know that when a rapper tries to sing a tenor, it means that he cares deeply for the other person, not wanting him to suffer by pushing himself more.

They finished the song while looking at each other, smiling, like saying, "We did it, bro."

The crowd throw a round of applause, and the two of them bowed at their audience. Xiao Zhan, as always, grab his mic and spoke to the audience, "This night was extra fun! Thanks for coming! I hope you have a great night!"

The two of them waved goodbye at the crowd and exited their way. Backstage, their assistant was busy with keeping their things in a bag.

"That was great from the both of you." The stage director praised them. Zhan smiled brightly while Yibo just nodded.

"I'll head to the restroom first." Zhan said. He looked intently at Wang Yibo, biting his lower lip then winked. Just when Zhan exited, Yibo also motioned to his assistant,

"I'll go and freshen up a bit. Please take care of my things for me. I'll get it from you tomorrow."

"Wait, how about-" She didn't even finish what she's saying when Yibo suddenly fled away.

Yibo entered the restroom. Luckily, some of the staff are busy fixing the stage, so it means he's free to do whatever the hell he wants.

He counted the cubicles, 1,2,3 and 4. At his fourth count, he quickly opened and stumbled upon a sitting Xiao Zhan in a toilet bowl.

"Baobei, I've been waiting for you." Zhan wrapped his arms around Yibo's neck, then continued, "What took you so long?" Zhan pouted. Yibo smiled, not taking his eyes off of Zhan.

"I miss you too." Yibo crossed the distance of their lips, savoring every light touch. He stopped and said, "I miss you every hour of the day." He kissed Zhan's nose, "I miss you every minute," He kissed his cheeks, "And even when I'm with you and I'm doing this," He kissed his lips, "I still miss you like crazy."

Zhan chuckled under the kiss. "Wang Yibo, Wang Yibo. You can't even imagine how much this gege misses you. I've been looking sad in all the fucking nicest places. Even when I am eating my spicy noodles, I still fucking think about you. Whenever I see a motorcycle, I can see your face on it. I'm not in my right state of mind. God, I fucking miss you."

Zhan pulled Yibo to him, and their lips touched again. This time, it is rougher and longer, drinking in the other. Wang Yibo digs deeper, biting Zhan's lower lip, demanding an entrance. His tongue slid in, sucking every inch of Zhan's mouth. Yibo laced his arms around Zhan's waist, touching his innermost intimates. Zhan gasped for air as Yibo exhibited dominance. He trailed down his kisses from his lips, down to his neck, which made Zhan cried in pleasure. Truly indeed, his neck is one of his weakest points. It sends shivers through his spine. Not only did it sent shivers through his spine, but it sent that something down there rising. Yibo didn't stop there. His hand traveled downward to that rising glory and caressed it gently.

"Oh, fucking God." Zhan cursed under his breath. He can feel tiny white droplets coming out from the summit as Yibo continued playing with his fingers around that area.

Zhan volunteered to undo his pants but stopped midway when they heard a noise from the outside.

''Mr. Wang? Are you in there?"

A familiar voice rang their ears.

"The fuck? Is that your assistant?"

Zhan asked, annoyed.

"Yeah." Yibo replied with disappointment across his face.

"Mr. Wang, sorry to disturb you. But your manager was asking some things, and I don't know what to answer him. I've tried to call you, but you left your phone in the dressing room. D-don't worry. I won't come in."

Yibo faced palm. Zhan comforted him and he lifted his chin.

"Go ahead. My husband is so in-demand, what I can do?" Zhan smiled a little.

"But-" He was cut of in his sentence when Zhan kissed his lips.

"Go ahead now, didi."

Yibo was hesitant, but then he gave in. He kissed Zhan deeper one more time and shouted, "I'll be out now. Just wait for me in the dressing room."

"Okay." The other responded and walked away. Yibo turned to open the cubicle, but then grabbed Zhan's head and kissed him passionately.

"I love you."

Yibo exclaimed and walked towards the exit.

The night was still young, so the two parties bid their goodbyes.

"Thank you so much for the good work." Yibo's assistant bowed to them. Even Zhan's assistant returned the favor as he bowed in respect.

"To more projects to come." He said while looking at them.

Yibo and Zhan waved at each other, the smiles all over their places. The two assistants prepare for their service, so while they were gone, Zhan moved closer to Yibo's ears and whispered, "Laters, baby."

Then, they went on their separate ways.