The Youtuber (Completed)

Eleven

~ Yibo's POV ~

I'm shaking watching the video. No. Not because of the violent the masked man doing to the older man. To be honest, I enjoy it much when he strikes the bastard who dares to touch my Zhan Ge, screaming in agony. If that masked man doesn't do it, maybe I will. But he acts faster than me, I guess.

What makes me terrified is, when the sleeve of the masked man's leather tight jacket goes up, when he pointing at the old man, between the black sleeve and black leather glove... There is a tattoo I'm very familiar with. The words tattoo. The tattoo I always see for the past two years I've been introduced and recognized myself with my sexual orientation, the time I always doing sex with the same man for the past two years. I didn't see the whole words that tattooed which are three words on his wrist, but I'm sure it is him. I only can see three letters on it, that are L-U-C. The three words were Lucifer is Me.

I cry on Zhan Ge's shoulder. He must be thinking that the video is too hard for me to watch. But it's not that the case. I have no problem with him beating up and punish that horny bastard who dares to touch my Zhan Ge.

I feel secure and warm in Zhan Ge's embrace. His gentle touch stroking my head and my back. This feeling I never found for all my life I have spent. Now I found it in Zhan Ge. I nuzzle my nose on Zhan'Ge's crook. He flinches. He pulls back but doesn't pull away. I look up at him and smiles.

"Thank you...' I whisper.

With a blushing face, he smiles at me. I hear someone is clearing his throat.

"Are you gonna share the bed with Zhan tonight?" that Wang stares at me with his unpleasant gaze.

I startle with his question. Zhan Ge flicks his forehead.

"Maybe by that, you two can comfort each other...!" Wang Wang pouts and rubs his forehead.

Why do I call him Wang Wang? Because it sounds like a dog barking in Chinese if dogs in China sound different when they are barking with the other country's dog's bark. Arf! Arf!

"Are you ok to go back to your house?" Zhan Ge asks.

No! I'm not ok leaving you here with that Wang Wang! When you get scared later, you must seek his help, instead of looking for me!

"Yes. I'm ok," I reply, betraying my heart and my head. What a traitorous mouth!

"Zhan! You better report this to the police! It's getting serious already...!" Wang Zhuo Cheng says, interfering with us.

Zhan Ge turns to him, letting me go.

"I did," Zhan Ge says.

"You did?' Wang Cheng repeats.

Zhan Ge nods.

"This morning I received another present from Typo guy..." now he talks it out.

"What did he send you?" Wang Zhuo Cheng asks.

"A big flower arrangement, boxes of gifts, big and small..."

"What is inside?"

Zhan Ge swallows his saliva. He stares at Wang Zhuo Cheng. From his eyes, I can read that he is in great fear.

"Do you remember the watch I saw in the shop last month?" he asks Wang Zhuo Cheng.

"The Vacheron Constantin?" Wang Zhuo Cheng guessing.

Zhan Ge nods.

"He sends you that as your birthday gift? That's is fucking expensive watch, Zhan. US$25K. Are you sure?" Wang Zhuo Cheng shouts.