Drunk in Love

Part 7

Chapter 6

Zhan was typing at his laptop very furiously. He had a lot of pending work piled up and the work pressure was just too much. But he could only blame himself for this as he could not focus his mind to his work lately. Was it entirely his fault though? Only he knew how he kept his brain sane for this entire week. After that day when Yibo came to see him in his apartment, he could not contact Yibo. Yibo's mobile was not reachable. Zhan went to the hospital but was informed that Yibo was on leave. Zhan called up Naomi and got to know that Yibo broke up with her. Though it was a relief but he could not understand what his fault was. Why did Yibo stop communicating with him? He did not even tell Zhan his whereabouts. How would Zhan know what was going on in his mind? The last day they met Yibo clearly said that they were not friends. Zhan could not understand Yibo. Yibo took care of him so well but still he did not take Zhan as his friend. Then was he being professional? But it did not feel like that. Zhan only did not ask that irritating friend of Yibo. Zhan could not stand yubin because Yibo was too sweet with him. He also went to Yibo's house but it was locked and there was no one. He went there thrice in this week. He waited for half an hour every time but all in vain. There was no light in the windows. He was now writing an email to Yibo hoping that Yibo would at least check his email and perhaps reply. Zhan was at the verge of his patience. He felt like destroying everything in his sight. He was feeling guilty at the same time because although he promised himself not to drink but he still did it yesterday because he was so upset and exhausted. He did not know what was happening with him. He only knew that he wanted to see Yibo right now.

That evening also Zhan went to the bar and drank to neutralize his anxiety. At around 9:30 pm he drove to Yibo's place and to his surprise today the windows of Yibo's room were open and lights were coming out from there. Zhan came out of the car, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Yibo's number. He could hear it was ringing.

Yibo picked up the call on the second ring, "Hello.."

"Will you come out of your den or should I go in?" Zhan uttered clenching his jaws.

Yibo did not reply. He looked out of his window and saw Zhan was standing beside his car in the street. Yibo cut the call and put his mobile in the pocket of his shorts. He came out of his house, crossed the road and stood in front of Zhan.

As soon as Yibo was there Zhan pulled his collar and looked at him from head to toe. Yibo was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts. Zhan's gaze travelled from Yibo's silky hair to his uncovered legs. He could not control himself further and smashed his lips onto Yibo's red and plump one. It was not just a peck rather he was biting and sucking on Yibo's lips pouring in all his anger and frustration. He forced Yibo to open his lips and explored every corner of Yibo's mouth with his tongue.

Yibo got so shocked and frozen that he could not even react. A few moments later he pulled Zhan away from him by holding his ponytail hard. "What do you think you are doing huh?" Yibo asked panting. "Are you drunk Zhan? You know I hate drunkards."

Zhan lowered his eyes as he could not stand Yibo's sharp penetrating eyes on him. It's like Yibo's eyes are full of questions...dislike.....hatred...Zhan could not think anymore. He would not be able to tolerate hatred in Yibo's eyes. It's too strong of an emotion for him to handle at this moment. Suddenly he felt dizzy and suffocated. "I...cannot breathe ...Yibo.." Zhan said.

"Are you out of your mind pulling this stunt in the street? Yibo was still fuming. "What do you think of yourself? Do I look like a toy to you?"

Zhan was clutching tightly on Yibo's t-shirt like it was his anchor that could save him from drowning. "Yibo....I..I....cannot..breathe.." Zhan was sweating profusely.

Yibo looked at Zhan and realization hit him. Zhan did not look normal. Yibo hold him in his embrace and started circling his hand on Zhan's back. "It's ok. Ok. Breathe. Zhan take a deep breathe." Yibo opened the car door and sat Zhan in the back seat. Then he loosened his tie and opened few buttons of his shirt. "You are fine Zhan. You can breathe. Relax.....take it easy..." Yibo searched the pockets of Zhan's trousers and found a hanky. He took it out and patted it on Zhan's face to wipe the sweat. "Listen to me Zhan. Nothing happened. You are just fine. I am here. Trust me. Everything is fine." Yibo was continuously talking and comforting Zhan by patting his hand on his back. And Zhan was just inhaling Yibo's scent to calm his nerves down. But Yibo knew Zhan needed some air. "Zhan, Can you come with me to my room? It's not far. See, just a few feet. Come." Zhan was quite stable by now. So Yibo took him to his room and switched on the air conditioner. Zhan was sitting on the bed leaning on the head rest with the pillows. He was looking away from Yibo.

"Do you often have panic attacks ? Yibo asked Zhan.

"Sometimes. When I am too much scared and stressed." Zhan replied.

"What were you scared of? Me?" Yibo asked again.

"Your hate and anger." Zhan answered.

"I do not hate you Zhan." Yibo said. "I was a little angry with you because of your weird actions. You did not even bother to take my consent and just harassed me. What was that for?"

"I was so pissed off. I could not contact you for a week. Zhan said. "If I would ask you, would you give me permission to kiss you?"

Yibo did not reply. And zhan asked again, "Where were you?"

"I went to the northern hills for a vacation with my parents." Yibo answered this time. "Don't do like this again, ok? I am calling Xuan to pick you up."

"Can I stay here tonight? Please?" Zhan pleaded

Yibo nodded and tucked Zhan with the comforter.