Lost in Korea

Meeting and A Fight

Jingyu, with much hesitation, opened the door to the passenger seat of the car to reveal a young-looking man, a cat in either of his hands and a surprised look on his face.

"Hey, ZhouZhou." Jingyu smiled sheepishly. "Mask on."

"Right." WeiZhou pulled his hygienic mask up over his mouth and nose, but it was too late as Li Wei had already peeked his head to to see.

Jingyu groaned.

"You brought your boytoy along with you?" He smirked, which made WeiZhou's heart sink. "Why don't you help him in. I'll meet you at your apartment." Jingyu waited for him to walk away before helping WeiZhou put the cats back and take his stuff. They walked to Jingyu's apartment in silence.

Li Wei was waiting for them when they got there.

Sitting on Jingyu's couch, reclined and legs spread out in front of him, sat Li Wei. "Welcome in, boys." Jingyu went and sat in the chair across from him, but WeiZhou was busy letting the cats out from their cages. Li Wei glared at him until Jingyu decided to say something.

"ZhouZhou." He whispered, making WeiZhou stand up immediately and walk to the chair beside Jingyu. He sat down and waited for Li Wei to speak.

"Huang Jingyu, you have no idea how much shit you're in." He said, standing up and walking over to Jingyu's fridge. He pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey and walked back to the couch. "I canceled a fansign for you, multiple photoshoots." He took a swig of it. "It was fucking bananas. I told them you were sick. That's why they showed up here."

Jingyu sighed, getting more and more anxious by the second. He could feel that WeiZhou was close, but far away, and the fact that they weren't touching mattered more than whatever Li Wei was saying. "But no. Now they'll think I'm lying. But we're both lying, aren't we Jingyu?" He smirked. "You weren't visiting your parents. You were down in Mangsang yet again sexing up ZhouZhou here, I'm sure." WeiZhou's eyes narrowed.

He hated it when anyone but Jingyu called him ZhouZhou.

"I better see you at my office at eight tomorrow. Or else you won't be seeing ZhouZhou for a long time."

Right then, something in WeiZhou snapped. His jaw tightened and suddenly he didn't seem like such a submissive young man. This wasn't WeiZhou anymore, this was Bai Lou Yin about to tell someone to fuck off. The only part of WeiZhou left was the part controlling Yinzi and trying to keep him in check.

He stood up from the chair. "Stop fucking calling me that. And leave Jingyu out of it." His fists curled into balls and the veins on his neck popped out.

Li Wei stood up, sauntering over to WeiZhou with a cocky look on his face. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

WeiZhou felt someone grab his wrist, and he turned his head, seeing Jingyu holding it. Seeing, with Yin's eyes, Gu Hai trying to restrain him. "Zhou, it's not worth it."

He turned his head, pulling away his wrist. "I said, leave Jingyu the hell alone." Even thought Li Wei was taller than him, WeiZhou stood up straighter and stuck out his chin. "It's not his fault that I ran away. And it's not his fault he chooses me over work."

"Yeah, it is. It's a choice. Jingyu continues to make that choice so, maybe I'll make one too." He smiled evilly.

WeiZhou didn't hesitate, raising his arm and swinging right at Li Wei's face. His fist connected with a jaw, throwing the manager off balance. He caught it easily, rushing WeiZhou then grabbing the collar of his shirt and pushing him against the wall.

"You motherfucker!" He yelled, landing a punch right on Zhou's cheekbone. WeiZhou struggled back up, raising his knee fast. Li Wei was smart enough to back before it connected. He punched WeiZhou once more before Jingyu pushed him away.

A hand on either one of the ranging man's chest, the peacemaker stood. WeiZhou could feel anger in his fiancée's grip and he panicked, not noticing the blood running from his nose.

Li Wei pushed Jingyu away. "8am tomorrow." He pointed, then stormed out, slamming the door.

Jingyu turned his head towards WeiZhou. "Baby, why did you do that?" He looked concerned, and WeiZhou's character faded away in a second.

"Sorry.... he was pissing me off... I got a little carried away."

Jingyu laughed softly. "Hell yeah you did." He put his hand on WeiZhou's shoulder, moving him from the wall. "Come, let's get you cleaned up."

WeiZhou was sat on the toilet seat as Jingyu cleaned the blood off his nose and washed his face. The feather light touches felt like heaven on the burning spots on his face, and when Jingyu pressed an ice pack against it to ease the pain, he didn't seethe from the cold or move away, he only grasped Jingyu's hand tighter.

"My baby is the toughest man on earth." Jingyu mused, kissing his hand. "You might have a black eye tomorrow."

WeiZhou shook his head dismissively. "It'll make me look tougher."

Jingyu laughed, then looked up at him, then laughed again. "You're too cute."

WeiZhou leaned down, kissing Jingyu's lips softly. "Are you sleepy?" He asked, taking a deep breath in, smelling the simple scent of Jingyu.

"Not really."

"Can we stay up later?"

"We can stay up all night if you want."

So they ended up on the couch. WeiZhou laid lengthwise, his head in Jingyu's lap, who's legs were crossed and who's hands were already imbedded into his hair. They watched some show that was on, Jason eventually crawling into WeiZhou's stomach and sitting there. WeiZhou was almost close to falling asleep when Jingyu spoke up.

"Where's Vasa?"

WeiZhou sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. "I don't know. I let her out of the cage some time ago."

"Shit." Jingyu swore, then bolted up from his spot in panic, leaving WeiZhou's aching head resting on the couch.

A/N: guess who's back