My Lover, Jongsoo (Original Story)

一: 你好

Despite being a native to Beijing, Cheng often got lost in the larger, more heavily crowded areas of Beijing. Such as the GuangXin late night market he was currently strutting through. It smelled heavily of spices and pi jiu, which burned his nose almost as much as the smoke from the dying cigarettes he'd passed by a second ago.

His cousin, or near cousin Beaumont, had invited him to a party not too far past the market, and yet Cheng couldn't seem to find the apartment anywhere. He'd been up and down the street at least three times before he finally spotted the tall worn down cream colored building just off to the left.

Cheng smiled to himself as he headed into the apartment building, his various chains and jewelry creating a small jingling sound whenever he took a step. He scrunched his nose up upon entrance into the apartment itself, pi jiu and cigarette laid haphazardly across multiple surfaces, the music was up too loud, and there was definitely too many people.

He shrugged off his leather jacket before continuing further into the apartment, already feeling a little suffocated at just the sight of people, the smell of alcohol, and the warmth that radiated through the room due to the sheer number bodies pressed up against each other. Clubs were different, there's was always a bar or bathroom to escape to, but tonight Cheng had no escape. He was stuck here.

"Wassup, little brother!"

Cheng shivered a little upon hearing the unusually shrill voice of Beaumont, his hair slicked to back to make him look more put together, as he donned a pair of skintight light wash skinny jeans, and a faux cashmere sweater. In short, he was basic, simple, and pretty much everything Cheng tried to avoid being.

"Hi, Monty-Ge." Cheng greets with a smile, despite the ever growing uncomfortable feeling deep inside of himself, like he shouldn't even be here.

"Nice to see you made it, now come meet some of my friends." Beaumont was already clutching onto Cheng's wrist before he could give an answer, and was pulled into a group of people alongside Beaumont and Beaumont's best friend since kindergarten. Saito Katsushi. Cheng had only ever met him once before, during a last minute adjustment to Katsushi's band, in which Cheng had to fill in for the drummer, Zhou Fen.

"Long time no see, Cheng-di." Katsushi says without so much as a turn up of the corner of his mouth, too preoccupied with his bottle of Japanese sake to care to much for anything else. A classic Katsushi thing to be honest.

Cheng just smiles before Beaumont launches into a story about something that happened to him last week, allowing Cheng to get used to the three 'nameless' strangers next to him. They're all fairly basic like Beaumont, save the extra piercing or dyed hair. Other than that, you probably wouldn't be able to distinguish between one of them and Beaumont if they were put in a police lineup.

They continued to exchange more and more stories while Cheng just sat back and enjoyed the casual banter between them all. The loud thumping of the music no longer bothered Cheng as he downed at least half a bottle of sake, courtesy of Katsushi, even though Cheng was still considered underage.

Suddenly Katsushi was smiling widely, setting his sake down. "Look, Jongsoo is back from korea!" He ran off not long afterwards, chasing after a tall skinny boy in soft blue sweater who seemed all but out of place mixed into the crowd of monochrome colors. He was easily six foot tall, towering over more than half of the other party goers, but with a much more innocent aura. Cheng found it a little off putting.

"Jongsoo, over here!" Beaumont waves down Jongsoo, and it isn't long before Katsushi is back, and with a rather sheepish Jongsoo following behind. It's obvious that he feels out of place, especially with the way he keeps messing with hands, and keeps readjusting his arms.

"Cheng, this is my friend, Jongsoo. I believe you met at the concert last year." Beaumont says as Cheng furrows his brows together, staring intently at the male in front of him. Then it clicks, he's the boy who had kissed him at the concert on new years. He'd been wasted, and Cheng had honestly never felt more awkward in his life, than when recalling that memory when standing only maybe two foot away from the one who had kissed him.

"I'm Kim Jongsoo." He bows only partially, a small smile on his lips as Cheng slightly bows his head in return.

"Liu Cheng."

There's a small and comfortable silence between them before Katsushi starts asking a thousand and one questions about korea, and Cheng is just listening to Jongsoo talk about how much he does love korea. There's something so incredibly soft about him, the way he speaks almost in a whisper despite the bustle of the party, the way he pushes his his bangs out of his eyes with his sweater paws, or the fact that he seems like such a kid still.

A cute kid who's in the wrong place, with the wrong people, at just the right time.