Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

15-Voice Of Regret

It was a quiet night, past midnight. Zui-qian street was only lit up by the casino's lights or the big billboards above bars, that had their name written on them.

And Yibo was standing right beneath one, his face covered red by the reflection of the crimson spotlight from above. He then entered through the big doors and walked downstairs to find Hu Li in his black suit as usual.

He seemed to be getting ready to close, his back turned, front facing the bar. "You were quick."

Yibo frowned at his words, later sighing in annoyance. "Well i'm here now, so where is he?" Hu Li rolled his eyes at him before pointing to his left. "He's by the stage. He said something about getting your opinion on something. Do take him home quickly. Nuwa has a short temper."

The latter quickly walked to the other side of the bar and approached the stage. Zhan saw him coming and raised his hands up, before wrapping them around the pole once more. "Lao-wang! Look Nuwa, it's Wang Yibo!"

His voice was enthusiastic and loud, his body turning around the pole like a stripper. And he definitely looked the part, if it weren't for him slurring his words like a drunken sailor.

"Yes Mr. Xiao, i can see that. And it would be nice if you went along with him, because i've had enough!" Nuwa seemed tired and unmotivated, to which Yibo reacted quickly at. "I'm sorry if he caused a mess. I'll take him so-" But Zhan did not seem to agree. "What? So soon? But i wanted to show you something..."

Only Yibo knew the persistent behaviour he would show when drunk, so he went along with it after apologizing to the woman beside him. "Yes... what is it?" Zhan smiled happily before turning around the pole once more and facing the latter. He then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and showed him his chest.

Yibo's expression became unreadable once more while Nuwa irked her face in disbelief. "Lao-wang... aren't i pretty?"

The latter swallowed, averting his gaze. "Where is this coming from..." Zhan pouted and went down on his knees. "Do you think if i did this, someone would treasure me more?"

Yibo's eyes widened. Swallowing was much more difficult for some reason. "O-of course not. I.. i treasure you so.." Zhan's pout slowly turned into a smile as he pulled himself back up. "My Lao-wang is the best! But you didn't answer me.."

Yibo squinted his eyes and glared at Nuwa. In return she approached him to whisper in his ear. "He might be cute now, but i wonder if that will stay the same after he figures out the truth."

He knew that he would probably hate him for it, which was his reason for not visiting the bar again. The guilt was too big to bare.

Yibo looked back up and finally held his held out. He might've been lying to him, deceiving him and breaking his heart without him knowing. But that didn't mean he would break his heart before the curtains either. "Yes... you're pretty. Really pretty. Only the prettiest."

Zhan blushed as he held his hand and stepped down from the stage with his help. His head was inclined forward, seeming to be shy to meet his gaze. "You... didn't have to... i'i mean..." Yibo swallowed. Seeing him blush because of the words he said was adorable. He really wanted to hug him, if it weren't for Nuwa pushing them from behind. "Alright! Now get the hell out!"

So they left, both now inside the car as they drove into the almost empty road. Yibo would glance to his side at times to check if he was okay. Or that's what he rather told himself. He was looking because he couldn't keep his eyes away from him. The way his collar bones showed from under his messily unbuttoned shirt, the way his pink dry lips got licked at times so they'd be wet. Yet he would miserably fail to do so, and raise his finger to rub on them like he would on the tip of his length.