Still You (ZhengKun)

[11] Mistaken

1 week passed, there’s no Xukun. Wenjun and Zhengting are both okay together now.

“Are you fixed?” Wenjun asks him.

“Do we really have to go to an expensive dinner date and have this suit?”

“Of course, it’s our anniversary today. We have to make it special,” Wenjun kisses him on his forehead. “Come, let me fix your suit for you.” Zhenting is staring at Wenjun while he’s fixing his suit. This beautiful man right in front of me deserves so much love. He thought to himself.

“Done.” Wenjun smiles as he kisses Zhengting’s forehead. It is Wenjun’s favorite part of Zhengting that he loves to kiss.

“Shall we go?” He asks and offers his arm to Zhengting. Zhengting nodded and takes his arm. They went on a classy and fine restaurant. Wenjun and Zhengting are both happy to finally have this quality time again. They’re cherishing every moment, every precious moment.

“Would you like to go somewhere else?” Wenjun asks him after they eat.

“Uhm, I actually don’t have any idea where I want to go.” He responds.

“How about you stay at my place tonight?” Wenjun suggests. “Please? It’s been so long when you last stayed there.” Zhengting thinks about it. He’s right, it’s always Wenjun who go to his place, who puts a lot of effort to see him. So he agreed. Wenjun gave him a sweet smile.

***

“Wow. Your place is surprisingly so clean now, huh?” Zhengting teased Wenjun and giggled.

“Of course. I actually prepared for this. Come with me.” Wenjun held his hand and made their way to Wenjun’s room.

“Close your eyes first.” Wenjun told him as they reached his room’s door. Zhengting closed his eyes as Wenjun opened the door. He slightly pulled Zhengting with him to enter the room. “You can open it now, baby,” He whispers to his ear. “Happy Anniversary.”

Zhengting saw Wenjun’s room full of balloons, his bed full of petals of roses, and in the middle of it, there’s a small box and a card. Zhengting opened it and it was a anchor necklace. Zhengting smiled as Wenjun insisted to put it to him.

Zhengting faced Wenjun and wrapped his arms to his neck. “Thank you so much, Wenjun. You made me really happy today,” He gave him a peck on the tip of his nose. “very much happy.” This time, Zhengting gave him a peck on his soft lips.

“You know what? Whenever your lips touch mine, I can taste the next 50 years of my life,” Wenjun says to him sweetly. “and even though I’m unsure about some things in my life, I am more than certain that I love you.” They stared at each other for a second as Wenjun reached for Zhengting’s lips. They both closed their eyes, savoring the moment. Zhengting responded immediately. The atmosphere inside Wenjun’s room became hotter and hotter.

They fell down together on the soft bed full of petals of rose. Wenjun stopped to look at Zhengting’s face for a while and smiled. They were both panting and catching their breaths. But Zhengting.. he did not see Wenjun. It was actually a blurry image. But then, Wenjun reached for his lips again.

His mouth is warm, the caress of his lips softest than he could have imagined. It was getting more hotter and it’s turning them both on. Wenjun tasted his lips with his tongue, and Zhengting opened his mouth with a low moan. But that moan ruined everything.

“X-Xukun..” he said between their kisses. Wenjun immediately stopped. “W-What?” He looked at Zhengting’s eyes and he was shocked by the realization that he just mentioned a wrong name. Wenjun sits at the corner of the bed while Zhengting still keeps his position. He can’t move, he don’t know what to do.

“Shit, Zhengting. Did you just mentioned Xukun’s name while we’re making the fuck out?” Wenjun is mad, but he tried to keep himself calm and he’s trying not to raise his voice to Zhengting.

Zhengting sits beside him. He can’t answer, he doesn’t know how to explain. He just mentioned his ex’s name while he is kissing his boyfriend. That’s why. That’s why when Wenjun stared at him, the image was blurry because he thought it was actually Xukun. Shit, how can I fuck up like this? He thought to himself.

Zhengting tried to hold Wenjun’s hand but he refused. “Don’t.. don’t touch me,” Wenjun closed his eyes. “Don’t freaking touch me.”

“W-Wenjun, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“Damn, Zhengting. You didn’t mean to mention other man’s name in the middle of that moment? You? Didn’t? Mean?” Wenjun is already so mad. He puts his palm on his face. “Leave.”

Zhengting looked at him. “Wenjun, plea--”

“Stop. I said leave!” He couldn’t help but to shout already. Zhengting was shocked. This is the first time that Wenjun raised his voice to him. “Leave, please. L-leave…” Wenjun sobs. He is already crying but Zhengting didn’t dare to touch him anymore.

“Damn. What did I do? I am so stupid.” he said to himself as he walks out and leave Wenjun.