Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

66-"Their Dance In Flowery White"

Zhan stared at himself in the mirror in ave, eyes glistening under the dim light of the bathroom. His reflection was outstanding as he'd thought he'd be, but also surprised at how innocent he looked compared to all the other times he had worn such tempting things. The perfectly designed lingerie for a man's body, with a pure white colour that brought out his futures like never before. 

He turned around a couple more times with an interested expression before sighing in defeat, letting himself be captivated by Yibo's gesture. He never thought that he would be the one to get him such a thing, yet also somewhat pleased to be in Yibo's mind at all times, to the extend of him imagining Zhan in pretty lace. 

He must've definitely had his fantasies about him in such getup, making Zhan begin overthinking it even more. He knew very well what awaited him out that door, but not just a simple show to dance in flowery white. But he just didn't know wether he should be excited or... not. 

When they had done it the first time, not only had Yibo betrayed his trust, but had also broken something important they had. Their friendship. For Zhan, that was now fine, because he now accepted Yibo for the way he was, just as he had accepted him in return. He knew he did it for love.... because he cared. Because he wanted him. 

It was an obsession, but what kind of love is not an obsession? 

He looked at himself in the mirror and reminded how Yibo's love for him had built up their trust once more. How he had cared for him all those times without asking for a return. The way he had caressed his broken wings with all his might, helping him get stronger, an important factor in his life, supporting his emotions like no one else had, or ever will. How, his existence had taught him to get himself together in order to become stronger, at his final steps defying his father and leading himself to a better, a bigger path. Wider like never before. 

Yibo might have used him, but so had he. Calling his name to an unknown man, being just as messed up as the psychology behind hatred and love. Hurtful, yet sweet. A pain he had never come to experience, a pain he had been searching for all this long time and finally, he had it in his arms. He had him in his arms. 

So he knew what he wanted, and Yibo knew what he wanted as well. He was right there in the corner, all alone and ready to give him his all. The perfect man, for his perfectly matching heart. 

Yibo was a selfish man. But Zhan was more. 

As he peaked from behind the bathroom door, glancing at him under the dim grey light, he watched as he sat there expectedly, his arms crossed in anticipation while his leg kept figeting unconsciously. His eyes were wavering around the room, lips biting with stress. He must've known that Zhan was having second thoughts, anxious of loosing him. 

But he wasn't going to to. As a fact, he was never going to. And Zhan was ready to prove it, as he slowly appeared from the corner, walking closer with each step, feet bare and cold as they softly slapped on the white marble floors. 

Yibo's gaze quickly shifted to him, eyes big when he finally appeared under the small table lamp's light. Zhan pressed his legs together, shy from being being exposed, despite already being all out for him to see. It was a meaningless gesture, hand rubbing his arm, lips pressed wet, throat swelled in distress and eyes pointed anywhere but his sharper black ones. 

Yibo wanted to ask him, hesitant, but also knew that he couldn't avoid the obvious. After a moment of admiring him, he raised his hand up, waiting. "...you look as beautiful as i thought." Zhan swallowed, shrinking his shoulders while his cheeks got slightly coloured. "You... were the one who got it for me after all."