Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

22-Jealousy

The sirens were loud as they came and went. And so were the voices of the reporters swarming them all around. Yet despite all the commotion, his ears felt numb, unable to hear a thing. His bruised wrists hurt, and so did his neck. He tried to rub on it to ease the pain, yet his hand was grabbed and pulled back by another for prevention. "Don't touch it. You'll make it worse."

The hands that had grabbed him were slightly bloody, his eyes big and filled with worry. He had met someone else today. Wang Yibo, but not the Wang Yibo he knew. When he was beating him, his eyes were different. Not like how they were now. He wasn't scared or anything. Just surprised at how many sides this man had... just for him. "Y-your hands.. they're.. i... i'm sorry."

He couldn't handle seeing Yibo get hurt because of him, even though he had done it with the purpose of offense. "Why are you sorry...?" Zhan bit his lip and furrowed his brows. "Y-you got hurt because of me... even though it was all my fault. And i even treated you so badly the past week and yet-"

"And yet i came for you. I could see that you were bothered by something, so i didn't ask. It's okay. I know that it was not your intention to ignore me like that." Zhan looked down, scared to admit that he had actually meant to ignore him because of his own stupidity, yet he couldn't. But he also knew that Yibo was being kind and not telling the truth either. He knew he was bothered by his actions, yet he had no will to admit them either. Both were the same at the end, hiding their feelings under a transparent cloak.

Yibo swallowed and looked around them. The ambulance they were seated in was getting more and more stuffy by the enormous crowd forming outside. He then looked at Zhan and held his hand instead of his wrist. "Such a mess... but the media never respects privacy does it?.." It was a rhetorical question, still making Zhan hum slightly as response.

The first one to find them in a mess was actually Duyi. He was just about to head home when he suddenly heard someone screaming down the hall. He was just glad that his office and their studio was on the same floor or else, Yibo might've actually committed a crime.

But even as a director, he still couldn't do much about the media swarming the building. As soon as the police sirens went out around the area, the neighbouring people were already aroused by their suspicions and had called the reporters for their own gain... or simply gossip.

So both were stuck inside the back of the ambulance, waiting for what to do next. The medic was of no use whatsoever, disregarding Zhan's wounds simply as bruises. But then again Yibo had no intention of letting them touch him either, since, he had been wounded much more than what ordinary people could see.

Just then a soft ringing sound came from the phone before them.

Zhan's eyes glistened slightly, his hands shaky. His eyes pierced up at the sound and body began to shiver. "It's Tao. He probably came to pick you up." But he shook his head. "No... i.. i don't..." His eyes then shot back up at his face and whined. "Could... could you take me home instead?" Yibo was surprised by his request, his throat now dry. "But i..."

"Please. And... also.. you promised to tend to my wounds. Didn't you?"

Yibo inhaled deeply and pulled from his hand before getting out of the van. He pushed his way through the crowd, trying to hide Zhan's face from the cameras by hugging him in his chest. The bodyguards sent by Duyi were doing their jobs right by keeping the reporters on the sides but it was still stuffy.

Soon they made their way inside his car and drove away. The drive was quiet, yet the silence was soon broken by the man who hurt his wrists. "I'm sorry for requesting something like this all of a sudden.." Yibo glanced at Zhan every now and then to check if he was okay and concentrated back on the road. "It's fine. As you said, i promised to take care of your wounds whenever you get hurt."