Hidden Desires (YiZhan)

chapter 8

Yibo slumped in his corner of the club, the whiskey in his glass barely touched. The haze of alcohol and noise from the crowd seemed distant, a blur that couldn't erase the thoughts gnawing at him. No matter how much he drank, nothing could silence the guilt and confusion swirling in his mind.

As he stared into his glass, a familiar voice cut through the fog. Yibo looked up to see Zhan walking toward him, his presence commanding immediate attention. Zhan's gaze locked with his, and for a moment, the rest of the world fell away.

"Yibo," Zhan said, his voice smooth but carrying an edge that made Yibo's pulse quicken. "Looks like you're having quite the night."

Yibo attempted a smirk, but it faltered. "And what if I am? This isn't exactly your scene."

"True," Zhan replied, sliding into the seat across from him with a casual ease. "But I thought I'd see how you're handling the mess you've made."

Yibo's frustration flared, but beneath it was something more fragile. "What's your angle here, Zhan? Why are you really here?"

Zhan leaned in slightly, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. "Just curious. You've been avoiding me, and I wanted to see if you're still the same man who thought he could play me."

Yibo's anger flared, but he forced himself to remain calm. "Avoiding you? I've had enough of your games. This isn't a fucking game."

"It is," Zhan said coolly. "It's a game where you're not the only player. You've been dodging your own demons, and I'm here to make sure you face them."

Yibo's gaze hardened, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "You think you've got me all figured out, don't you?"

Zhan's expression remained unreadable. "I don't need to figure you out, Yibo. I just need to keep you on your toes."

The tension between them grew palpable. Yibo could feel the weight of Zhan's words pressing down on him, amplifying the sense of vulnerability he was trying to mask with alcohol. He hated how Zhan seemed to see through him, how the other man's presence unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

"What do you want from me, Zhan?" Yibo asked, his voice quieter, almost pleading. "You've made your point. I get it. But what do you want?"

"I want to make sure you're aware of what's happening," Zhan replied, his tone more serious. "You're not in control anymore. You never were, and that's something you need to come to terms with."

Yibo's frustration and fear twisted inside him. "Why are you doing this? What do you get out of it?"

Zhan studied him for a moment, his gaze intense. "You think I'm just here to torment you, don't you? But maybe it's not that simple, Yibo. Maybe I'm here to show you what it feels like to be vulnerable, to be at someone else's mercy."

Yibo looked away, his voice strained. "I never asked for this. I never wanted to feel... like this."

Zhan's expression softened, just slightly. "No one does. But that doesn't change the fact that you need to face it."

Yibo felt a pang of helplessness, the walls he had built around himself crumbling under the weight of Zhan's words. "You think you're some kind of savior, don't you?" he muttered, though the words lacked their usual bite.

"No," Zhan said, his voice firm but not unkind. "I'm just a reminder that you're not as untouchable as you think. You're human, Yibo. And sometimes, being human means facing the consequences of your actions."

Yibo's shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. He felt exposed, like Zhan had stripped away all his defenses, leaving him raw and aching. He hated how vulnerable he felt, how Zhan seemed to have this power over him that no one else did.

As Zhan stood up to leave, Yibo's hand shot out instinctively, gripping Zhan's arm. "Wait. Don't go."

Zhan paused, looking down at Yibo's hand before meeting his gaze. "Why? So you can vent your frustrations on me?"

"No," Yibo said, his voice rough, his eyes pleading. "I just... I don't know what to do anymore."

Zhan's eyes softened, but only for a brief moment. "You'll figure it out, Yibo. But don't expect any sympathy from me. This is just the beginning."

With that, Zhan pulled his arm free and turned to leave. Yibo watched him go, feeling a mix of frustration, confusion, and something he didn't want to acknowledge-fear of being left alone with his thoughts.

Zhan, however, didn't leave the club. He found a secluded spot where he could observe Yibo from a distance, his mind already planning the next move. The night was far from over, and Zhan had more in store for Yibo than just a confrontation.

As Yibo continued to drink, his actions growing more erratic, Zhan's gaze was unyielding. He knew exactly what he had planned for the next phase of his revenge and was determined to see it through. The tension between them was far from resolved, and Zhan was poised to take the next step in his strategy.
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Finally zhan will take a big step in the next chapter. I want y'all to tell me what everyone feels abt yibo
-yizhan_BJYX