Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present Day
Qing's POV
Dayu and I are like husband and wife, working apart from each other. And just like any other husband's, I am commuting back and forth every weekend between my place of work and where my wife is working.
And it really felt so endearing; so satisfying.
"Sir..Aren't you feeling, too tired?" My personal assistant, asked some weeks ago, after I'd continued to go back and forth, spending my weekends with Dayu starting from Friday night until Sunday night.
"Tired?" I looked at Mr Pang, a little taken aback, "do I look tired to you?" I asked.
He and Mr An, looked at each other and then looked back at me, "Actually, no. If anything. You're more tired looking in the middle of the week.."
"Of course." I smiled at them, "that's your answer..Geez, don't worry about me you guys..." I patted their shoulders; the two were more like friends to me than my staffs, "you know I'm looking forward to this. And it's only a forty five minutes drive.."
They both more than understood my feelings for Dayu. I had been talking to them about my hopes and dreams come evening Dayu for the past three years after all. That's why they regarded Dayu as their 'madam'; my wife.
I myself knew that I looked refreshed before I go back to Dayu and on the first day that I came back from his place. And I'd become really depressed coming to Tuesday and Wednesday. Those two days had become my least favourite days now. It's on those two days that I'm the farthest away (in terms of time) from Dayu. I hated it.
And like I said; I didn't mind the travelling part. I had made myself at home; in Dayu's apartment now; I always wanted to surprise him with my cooking making sure I'm serving him, delicious meals every night while I'm with him.
I had always been a good cook, I took culinary as one of the subject while I was in high school. Though, I never took the time to cook even for myself before, opting to eat out for my every meal. The kitchen at my apartment was only an accessory.
And the two years; I also wasted this talent when I never cooked for Dayu, not even once. I got the urge to do so often; but, I resisted it, because it's such an intimate act to do and Dayu and I weren't in 'that' kind of relationship.
If I could go back; I would have kicked and punched my own self back then for being the biggest fool of the century. Alas; I couldn't possibly do that; and the only thing I could do is to make sure that I would cook for Dayu at every opportunity I got. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right? And I would use every means I could, to make Dayu fall for me.
Dayu had also been less stressed out and more relaxed nowadays with me in his life.
Perhaps because I hadn't done anything to make him feel that my presence is a threat to him, in any way. I know; I had said that I will use whatever means necessary to bind Dayu to me; including use the compatibility of our bodies; which is still pretty much evident. Yet, I hadn't done anything in that sense.
Since that first day; we hadn't even kissed. Not even once. And I hadn't touched Dayu. Not even once as well. Why? I had made up my mind; Dayu's not going anywhere now. He's already given up trying to run away.
Binding Dayu to me; using my body, that'd be my last resort, not my first one. If I did that; then I'd only be repeating the same old mistake I did the first time with Dayu. That didn't do me much good last time around.
So, I made the resolution, that unless it's Dayu's wish; I wouldn't touch him and start with the physical aspect of our relationship with him. I will wait until he's ready.
Even though, it's not the easiest thing to do; holding myself back, because even the scent of Dayu's body sent shivers of desire shooting right through every parts of my body. In fact, it might be the hardest thing I had ever done in my entire life; the one person I am so crazily in love with, the only one person I had dreamt of to make love to for the entire three years, and having that person in front of my eyes, it's hard to keep my sanity. Really really hard. That's why I refrained from even touching Dayu.
If I touched him; I am terrified that I might lose it- my last string of self control. I am afraid because I don't know what I might do. I am a man starved after all- one taste and I will want to taste more, I will want to have my fill of Dayu- I might eat him all up.
That's why. No touching. And absolutely no kissing.
So, what do I do with my hunger? What I always do of course; have my release while thinking of Dayu. It's still very vivid, how Dayu felt on my tongue and on my skin; how it felt being inside of his body- it was so long ago but I could still felt everything like it was only yesterday. So, I used that memory to have my release.
I will wait, until Dayu wanted me. I will wait until he's ready. I will wait until it's the right time.
It's different this time around. I am different.
And being with Dayu like this; talking with him comfortably; seeing him smile at my jokes and watching him do his work, at ease even while I'm around- it's deeply satisfying to me. It made me feel like we are really building something better.
And I was thinking like this, when I heard the front door of Dayu's apartment being opened, as I was in the kitchen preparing for dinner.
My heart skipped a beat; my wife's home! I almost skipped happily, as I walked to the living room to welcome him like I always did.
"Welcome home, Dayu ah!" I was smiling from ear to ear, then I saw what he was holding in his hands.
"I'm home..!" He smiled back- he'd been able to that for several weeks now; smiling back at me everytime he arrived home. He'd smile and his cheeks would be flushing a little. So cute and adorable.
Today, however, something's different.
"Uhm..." Dayu held out his left hand, "I bought some beers...To drink with Aunt Yin's homemade buns.." he said.
And I gulped.
"Oh..!" I gulped again, and I tried to smile but it came out crooked, "okay..!"
Not okay! This is not okay! It's already hard enough for me to hold myself back when I'm sober- and now, Dayu bought some beers?
