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Chapter 2. Job Search

Chapter 2. Job Search

Exactly one month ago Yibo had his last day of work at the bar. And so far, he hadn't found a job, except for one part-time job. He was happy to be able to pay at least the rent and the running costs. But that was all he had been able to do.

He applied for practically every job he could find. Even when clearly a woman was being searched for. He would leave nothing untried. Nevertheless, he had no luck and reaped numerous rejections.

He only got the part-time job in the bakery because nobody else had applied. The owner clearly told him that she would have preferred to hire someone with experience. But in the end he didn't care, he had got the job and was often allowed to take the left-over rolls and bread in the evening.

So at least he had something to eat. There wasn't enough money for that anymore. Sometimes the baker would slip him a few cupcakes, buy him a coffee or put a few yuan in his pocket. "Buy yourself something to eat." He said each time with a big smile.

It's Christmas in a few days and there's a lot to do at the bakery. Often Yibo had to stay longer or come earlier, but unfortunately he is not paid for these overtime hours. Therefore he gets holidays. Even though this does not really help him.

It was now twenty o'clock and Yibo had once again accumulated two hours of overtime. With one bread and six rolls in his backpack, he left the bakery that evening. It was just snowing again and the fresh snow glittered in the light of the lantern lights.

Yibo walked to the bus stop and sat down. He still has twenty minutes before the next bus comes. He watched freezing as the fresh snow slowly laid a white blanket over the footpaths and streets. A light wind was blowing and somewhere in the distance he heard the siren of an ambulance. Otherwise it was quiet.

Whenever he came out of the hot bakery and went outside into the cold, it hit him like a blow and it took him endlessly to get his body around. But today his body wouldn't stop shaking. Besides, he had been feeling weak on his feet all day. His throat hurt, just like his head. And as the day progressed, and now the evening progressed, he felt weaker.

"Come on Yibo, you can't get sick now." He murmured to himself as he tried to warm his hands with his breath.

Yibo wanted to get up and move a little. Just run up and down a little bit to get the blood circulation going. But already when he got up he felt how weak he was. Still he got up from his seat and walked slowly up and down, sipping his feet through the fresh snow.

When he suddenly felt dizzy, he wanted to return quickly to the bench in the bus stop, but instead he sank to his knees and could not get up again.

"Are you all right? Do you need help?" Asked him by someone who had stopped his car at the side of the road.

"I'm fine." Lied Yibo and tried to get his trembling and soft knees to obey him.

The man got out of his car and came running to Yibo. He grabbed him under his arms and supported him.

"You have a fever, you should see a doctor." Said the man anxiously and pushed Yibo into his car on the passenger side.

"It's OK. I can't afford it right now." Yibo replied and wanted to get out again. But the man put the seat belt on him and pushed him back into the seat.

"Don't worry. We' II take care of it." Said the man, got in the car and drove with Yibo to a small private hospital. Once there, the man brought Yibo inside and talked to an orderly sitting at the reception. Shortly afterwards, Yibo was taken to a consulting room where a doctor examined him.

They put Yibo on an IV, gave him two tablets and then took him to a hospital room. And during the whole time the man stayed at his side. At some point, Yibo fell asleep. And when he regained consciousness the next morning, the man was gone. A nurse also told Yibo that the costs of the treatment, the room and the medication had already been paid.

Yibo wanted to thank the stranger, but he left neither a phone number nor his address. And for privacy reasons, the hospital staff could not give him any information. Yibo would have liked to thank him. He also wanted to ask him if he could somehow work off the money the stranger spent on him.

A week has passed since then and Yibo kept his eyes open for the blue BMW every time he sat in the bus stop in the evening. But he never came by. He could only vaguely remember the man. Yibo estimated him in his late thirties or early forties. He wore a short full beard and had a scar over his left eye. But the rest was blurry.

The bakery was also busy again, because New Year's Eve was just around the corner. Christmas was just over. Yibo spent the Christmas holidays when he was on vacation with Seungyoun and his parents. Just like in the past years. But he didn't really feel like celebrating. He still worried about finding a job quickly.

Again overtime was on the agenda and again the owner of the bakery warned him not to get his hopes up that they would be paid. Just then a man entered the bakery. He looked very familiar to Yibo. And when he saw the scar over his left eye, he recognized the man who had helped him.

"You're the one who brought me to the hospital, aren't you?" Yibo asked him excitedly. Happy to have finally found the man and to be able to thank him.

"Oh, yes. This is me." The man replied curtly.

"I wanted to thank you. But you left no phone number or address." Said Yibo to him.

"Oh well, if you want to thank someone. Then thank my young master. He ordered me to stop the car and help you. He paid for everything. You probably didn't notice him because you were sick, but he was in the back of the car." Explained the man.

"And who is the young master? How can I thank him? And above all, how can I repay him? I mean well, I don't have the money now, but maybe I could pay it off in installments." Said Yibo hastily.

"The young master's name is Xiao Zhan, and I don't think he would ask for the money back. He is kind and generous. But if you really want to thank him, I can tell him so." Replied the man who introduced himself as Louis.

"I would like to thank him personally." Yibo said. Louis nodded and promised to talk to Xiao Zhan. He noted down Yibo's phone number, then quickly bought a cake and disappeared again.

Days went by and finally the new year began, without Louis or his young master Xiao Zhan contacting him. Yibo had already given up his hopes. Apparently Xiao Zhan didn't want Yibo to thank him personally.

But then in the afternoon of the third of January Louis entered the bakery, he had been accompanied by a really very handsome young man. Yibo stood behind the counter staring at the young man.

"Hello, Wang Yibo." Said Louis to him. Yibo went to him and reached out his hand, not even letting go of the beautiful man behind Louis.

"May I introduce... This is young Master Xiao Zhan." Introduced Louis his young master.

With soft knees and trembling hands, Yibo reached out his hand to the young master. As soon as their hands touched, he felt a curious tingling sensation on his skin and in his belly. And when Xiao Zhan smiled, Yibo felt his cheeks turn red.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry I didn't contact you before, but I was out of town." Explained Xiao Zhan, still holding the hand of Yibo.

Yibo did not utter a word. Although he never liked men and never evaluated their appearance, he found that in front of him, probably the most beautiful man ever stood. His heart was beating up to his throat, his pulse racing and he was sweating. What was suddenly wrong with him? Did he get sick again?