Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

82-Haunted By The Past, Yet Love Brings Closure

For him an act of self defence was an act of self improvement. He had payed no mind to such things as his safety before, simply because he had no fear of getting hurt. And after realising his feelings for Yibo, he became the more careless and threw the importance of self protection aside and watched as he would be there to save him in every trouble he'd face. 

It was entertaining at most, but also quite pleasant, even the sight of his worried gaze enough to stir up unknown emotions deep inside him. Hence the reason for not taking Shun seriously at his recommendation. Yet after some time, he realised that his emotions which he felt went deeper than any sea. Overtime he could not stand the fact of Yibo getting worried, let alone scared even for his sake. And that made him determined to find a way to get stronger. 

His thoughts were getting mixed and mushed as he sighed, soon falling back with a hit in the face. "No distractions! Face up!" Zhan groaned at the pain on his cheek as he looked up at the old man. "How can you be so brutal at that age..." 

"Flesh as strong as bones. Youth is but just a word." Zhan watched him bow with clueless eyes. He knew he was never going to get used to him acting like an old wise kung-fu master. 

But since he had gotten his cue to get out, he decided to pay no mind to his thoughts and quickly gathered his things before heading back home. 

Upon arrival, he took a look around to see if Yibo had also come back, yet he was nowehre to be seen. He called for him a multiple times, only to hear his voice from the bathroom. So he opened the door and walked in to find him inside the bathtub. "Ah- when did you come back?" Yibo smiled as he watched Zhan lean in for a kiss. "A while ago. How was the defence?" 

Zhan pursed his lips, later shrugging. "My body is a bit sore as usual...." He had been wanting to take a shower after coming back also, so he payed no mind to Yibo and began to strip. "..but it was fine. I learned how to block some punches and stuff." 

Yibo leaned his head to the side, watching as Zhan's curves slowly appeared with every piece of clothing that fell down. "You have to see the old man- he really has some moves. I thought he'd go slow but- not at all! I can't even count the times i've fallen... uh.. makes me tremble at the thought.." 

Yibo's lips then curled, his arm reaching out to pull Zhan inside. "Get in and shower later... i missed you." Zhan blushed with big eyes, wondering if he really should just enter. "B-but i'm sweaty and you just-" 

"I can shower again later. And besides.... your sweat isn't dirty." The latter then smiled back and sat down before him inside the tub. "Ah... it's warm." 

Yibo hummed as he hugged him and buried his nose into his neck. "I'm going to be really busy this month." Zhan looked down at the water and oh'ed. "Right.... you said the filming will start next week." Yibo planted a kiss on his shoulder and looked up. "It's tomorrow actually. Eight made some adjustments- or so he says when really, he's just being annoying." 

Zhan chuckled. "He can be spontaneous if i remember... but even if so, we will still be meeting at home." Yibo then pouted, his brows furrowed. "That is if it's possible... i might need to pull some all-nighters if required. And it stresses me out." Zhan thought for a bit and turned around. He wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him. "Don't be sad. This is just the beginning." 

Yibo scoffed as he grabbed his waist. "You're not helping.." So Zhan leaned in once more and pressed his lips against his. Slow by slow with every movement, he took his tongue out for him to suck on and groaned. Meanwhile Yibo became too addicted to stop, his hands quickly reaching out to stretch his ass cheeks. "Can i put it in?... i'll be quick."