Dark Purple Rose [YiZhan FF]

Chapter 6

It was already 6 PM and Zhan was engrossed in a heated discussion with an anti-fan of Yibo when Yibo suddenly appeared behind Zhan and tapped him on the shoulder, nearly scaring Zhan to death. "For God's sake!" Zhan cried out in shock.

Yibo looked at Zhan from tired eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I fell asleep."

"Yes, I know. Did the sleep do you any good?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Are you hungry now?"

"Yes, very hungry."

"Then I'll heat up your food quickly." Zhan said and went into the kitchen. Yibo sat down at Zhan's laptop and read what Zhan had written. He read how hot-bloodedly Zhan defended him and Yibo couldn't help but grin.

"For not wanting to be my fan anymore, you're defending me pretty hard." Yibo shouted to Zhan.

Zhan came running back into the living room, closed the laptop and asked: "Do you have to stick your nose in everywhere?"

Yibo laughed: "Sure. I'm a federal agent. I'm interested in everything."

Zhan shook his head. "I can't say anything about that. Come with me to the kitchen. Your food is warmed up."

"Okay." Yibo replied and followed Zhan into the kitchen. He ate everything and thanked Zhan for the delicious food. Then he had to get going. As he left and said goodbye to Zhan, Zhan had the fleeting impression that Yibo didn't want to leave at all. Afterwards, he told himself that it was probably just wishful thinking because he was still so much in love with Yibo and wished that Yibo had said that he didn't want to go.

In the evening, Zhan took a cab to Chuyue, his best friend. He had invited Zhan to his house for a beer or two. In the end, it ended up being more like 6 beers and a bottle of cherry liqueur. They drank, ate snacks and talked about Chuyue's ex-girlfriend, with whom it had been over for three months, but which Chuyue still couldn't let go of.

Zhan, who had never been in a romantic relationship, could do nothing to ease his best friend's heartache. He simply listened to him, patted him on the shoulder every now and then and told him that he would surely be fine soon. As Zhan didn't know whether he was at least allowed to tell his best friend that he had met Wang Yibo in person, Zhan kept quiet about it. However, he decided that if he met Yibo again, he would ask him what he could and could not say.

Zhan drove home late at night. He was drunk, but not too drunk to make it home. Once he was upstairs in his apartment, he went straight to his bedroom and flopped down on his bed. And immediately he noticed the faint scent of sandalwood. He rolled over, sniffed his bedding and sighed: "Wang Yibo smells incredibly good too. How am I supposed to finally get him out of my head when he is so perfect and would suit me wonderfully? I'm far from perfect. But never mind. Oh dear, I really want Yibo so much."

Suddenly Zhan remembered that secret agents in movies always plant little listening devices, called bugs, in rooms and he wondered if Yibo could have bugged his bedroom too and now everyone in Yibo's government agency could hear what he was saying about Yibo and his feelings for him? He quickly jumped out of bed and searched his room for such a bug, but found none and dropped back into his bed, relieved.

Zhan was about to fall into the land of dreams when he heard a loud knock on his door. At first he thought he was mistaken and that he was imagining it because of his tiredness and the alcohol. But then the knocking repeated itself. He slowly walked to his front door and looked through the peephole. An unknown man was standing there, looking anything but friendly.

Very slowly and careful not to make any noise, Zhan slipped away from the front door with his heart pounding and went into his living room, where his cell phone was lying on the table. He picked up his cell phone, ready to call the police, but then he heard in the hallway: "Hey man, you're knocking on the wrong door." Zhan's heart slowly calmed down again as he heard footsteps moving away from his door. Nevertheless, he was now wide awake and remained sitting in the dark living room for quite a while.