Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

84-In The Hands Of His Beloved

It was early in the morning, the sun bright and shining. It became too suffocating to breathe inside the bathroom walls, so he quickly pulled himself up and put his head under the sink to cool himself down. 

Soon enough, he was able to leave the restroom and made his way to the kitchen counter where Yibo was seated, eating. "Tell me, what is the difference between a chicken and a dolphin?" Zixin simply groaned at his question, his head hurting too much to answer. So the latter continued instead. "The chicken has no shame." Zhan raised his brows at Yibo, as he walked in with a cup of coffee. "And the dolphin does?" 

Yibo shrugged. "It was meant for this idiot. Who the hell sleeps in someone else's bathroom?" Zhan shook his head. "You were just as drunk, so don't put the fault on him- would you like some coffee?" Zixin nodded while Yibo rolled his eyes. 

"Shit.. i can't remember anything. Why is it so hazy?" Zhan blinked curiously as he started the coffee machine, watching as the beans got grinded into powder. "So you don't remember Li leaving the bathroom, leaving you in it." Zixin looked up. "Who's Li?" 

Yibo was baffled as he put his toast down. "The guy from last night? Don't tell me your memory is that shit-" 

"What- no, no. I do remember him, don't give me shit when no one told me his name." Just then he remembered that someone had indeed told him of his name, yet the memory was hazy to remember who or when. "Why was he in the bathroom with me?" 

Zhan thought back on the way Hu Li was wiping his hands and gave Yibo a glance. He didn't seem to remember that, because if he had, then he would've definitely pointed it out, especially to annoy Zixin. 

So he cleared his throat and smiled. "Maybe you'll remember later. You two must've had a talk." Zixin gave Zhan a skeptical look and sighed. "Well, whatever. I'll leave after drinking the coffee- oh right, doesn't the shooting start for you today?" 

Yibo hummed while he continued to eat from his toast. "It does. The shit thing is i won't be able to wear the ring." 

Zhan sighed, shaking his head. "We are celebrities, so no can do." Zixin sighed then also, feeling a little lost. "Man... i wish i had such problems. Then life would be a lot nicer-" 

Yibo hummed. "It sure is for me. But too bad for you." Both knew that Zixin would get angry at such a remark with no exception, yet he seemed dazed instead. "Bad indeed... hey, where did you say that Li guy could be found at again?" 

Yibo stood up as he took the last piece of toast in his mouth and made his way to the dishwasher. "I didn't. And you shouldn't be concerning yourself with him either. Just take your damn coffee and leave, i have to get to work." 

Zhan looked at Zixin, and then at Yibo before shaking his hand. "...whatever, i'll go get ready. See you later." With that he walked off, leaving the two alone. Soon, once the guest had left also, Yibo made his way to the bedroom to find Zhan dressing up. "Won't you put something on too?" Yibo shrugged. "I'll throw some things on later, mind picking out some stuff for me?" 

Zhan happily obliged while Yibo threw himself on the bed. "Why didn't you tell Zixin where he could find Li?" Yibo glanced at Zhan's ass, which was peaking from the corner of his eye and then sighed. "And risk it him finding out about you? You know that the moment he steps into that bar the rumours of Xiao Zhan visiting that place will be engraved into his eardrums." 

Zhan chuckled. "Then let it be. It's not as though i'm visiting that place anymore.." Hearing him saying that reminded Yibo of the sight he had seen when he had first arrived at the bar. And it made him wonder. Even panicked a little. "Now that i think about it.... have i been enough?" Zhan blinked, as he placed the clothes he had taken out on the bed. "What... could you mean by that?"