“I♥U”, it’s not a lie! [boyxboy]✔️ - 07 A memorable night

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“Great, I will have those noodles, until the pork chops will be done!”, the late night customer shouted, grabbing the bowl from the counter, not caring that it was, actually, someone else’s order.

Uncle Li Jie, the street shop owner, was watching the hungry customer, in awe, but in worry, too.
He was afraid that the young man who was eating, now, the pork chops in the light speed, could choke and die eventually, in his shop.

“Slow down, dear, nobody is chasing you!
Don’t worry, I can cook more for you, there are plenty, the only problem would be just for you to have enough money to pay, ha, ha, ha!”, the elder laughed.

But his laughter died soon, when the customer started to cough and to hit himself in the chest, from the lack of air.
His fears were coming true after all, the customer was choking for real!

After he hit his back hard and gave him water to drink, the customer finally calmed down.

“Woah, young man, you really scared the hell out of me!
What happened to you, for getting so hungry, especially at such a late hour?”, the elder spoke, keep rubbing the customer’s back.

“Uncle Li Jie, I wonder if you do remember me.
I am your frequent customer, your pork chops are my favorite and I have never left without paying.
Say, do you remember me?”, the man asked, wiping his eyes reddened from coughing and blowing his nose in the paper napkin.

“Yes, I know you, I remember you coming here often, with your girlfriend.
I heard her calling you Bo Bo, if I’m not wrong.
Yes you have always paid, but why are you asking?
Did someone accuse you about something?”

“Oh, that was Seunggie, she is my friend, not my girlfriend.
Anyway, what I am trying to say is that I live nearby, in that block over there, and…and I forgot my wallet at home.
If I hadn’t forgotten my phone, too, I would have called Seung, my friend, to come and bring the money, anyway I have to ask her to take me to her place, overnight…ermm, nevermind…
In short, please let me go back home for the wallet, and don’t worry that my intention could be to not pay for the chops.
It will take only a few moments, my block it’s very near.”

“Hmm, should I trust you?
You seem like an honest man, I don’t think you would have the heart to get fooled an old man like me.
Okay, go, I hope you don’t lie, because I really dislike liars!”

“Who likes them?
Nobody likes liars!
Thank you, thank you uncle, even though I am forced to lie sometimes, it will not happen this time!
I promise you, I would never plan on cheating and not bring you the money!”

“Fu*k!
Fu*k!
Thousand fu*ks!
What a fu*k Wang Yibo?!
Are you stupid?!
How could you forget the wallet with the money, ID, passport, card and everything?!
I need especially the money, Zhan probably suspects that I’m not rich, but even so, I can’t date him without one single dime in my pocket!
And the phone, oh sh!t, sh!t!
I’m not even sure if it’s set on silent, I hope nobody will call until I get back on there!
God dammit!”,Yibo kept swearing, punching whatever wall coming into his vision, while running back…back to his apartment!…
He has no choice, but to go back and to hope that the two were still drunk enough to not ascertain his presence!

Yibo was relieved to find the two friends, sleeping in the same position he left them.

He tiptoed carefully toward his hiding room, but halted in his track…his boyfriend should feel more comfy to sleep on the soft bed from Yibo’s bedroom, not talking anymore about the pitiful composer, who was sleeping on the hard floor.
Assuming that they were drunk enough to not realize what would happen to them, Yibo turned back and watched silently the two asleep men.

Elsa growled in protest when her owner lifted her from atop Zhan’s aSs.

“Shhh, Elsa, be silent!
Yes, I know, you are not the only one who loves that fluffy, yet firm, pillow.”, Yibo whispered, releasing the cat from his arms.
He couldn’t resist not trying the softness of the said pillow, by cupping gently into his palm one of those two alluring globes, Elsa has been enjoying snuggling onto.

Yibo removed his hand and rounded hastily the sofa, to hide, when Zhan sighed at his squeezing.
Thank God he didn’t wake up, just turned around onto his back, almost falling down from the couch in the process.

When the sleeping man’s breath steadied back, Yibo sneaked to the bedroom, where he hurried to prepare the bed, squealing internally at the thought that Xiao Zhan will sleep in his bed and will impregnate the sheets with his alluring personal scent.

Before carrying the asleep man to the bedroom, he did one more thing: he took from the kitchen a big glass of water and placed it on the nightstand.
He knows from his own experience, how much relieving is to not be forced on leaving the bed when you wake up from your slumber with your throat arid like the Sahara desert.

Also, he grabbed a spare coverlet and a pillow from the closet, remembering the moments he spent, packed only in Elsa’s hairy small blanket.
What if Seungyoun is not home or will not answer his phone call?
If so, he will be forced to spend this night, too, in his hiding room.
He will go to pay the chops and come back to sleep in the workshop, if Seunggie will not be the saving solution.
Yet, thinking better, uncle Li Jie could get his money in the morning, it’s not like he will go bankrupt because of a few pork chops that Yibo has eaten…well, not exactly few…but, anyways…

The boozy men were still sleeping, competing on who was snoring louder, by the time Yibo has dropped the pillow and the coverlet in the workshop, along with a bottle of water.

Yibo took from the closet another pillow and a blanket for the composer, too, but when he was just about to lift Zhan up from the couch, his focus was distracted by the man from the floor’s sudden halt from snoring.
He jumped over the couch, like a veritable athlete, and huddled behind, at the right moment for not being noticed by Xia, who started wobbling towards the living room door, while mumbling in a hoarse voice:
“Where the fu*k is the bathroom in this damn hotel room?”

Yibo was relying on the fact that Xia Zhiguang was still pretty drunk and disoriented, so he might not notice Zhan’s missing, when getting back from the bathroom.
He might not even remember that Xiao Zhan was supposed to be there, in the first place.
Therefore, Yibo hurried to carry Zhan to the bedroom, even though the load was a lot heavier than he would have expected to be.

After dropping onto the bed his still passed out boyfriend, he hurried to ensure closed the bedroom door, at least until he will make sure that the composer will get back to the swooning state.

But before closing the door he noted in relief that Xia was already sleeping on the couch wrapped in the blanket that Yibo left on there for him.

Seemed like it was now safe enough for him to go to his hiding room and get some sleep, for himself, too.
But before that, he will cover his sleeping boyfriend with the coverlet and fix the pillow under his head.

After admiring one last time the perfect features of the sleeping beauty, Yibo planted a soft kiss onto his forehead and turned on his heels, intending to leave…
But…
.
.
.

His heart stopped from beating and his breath stuck into his throat when his wrist was grabbed and a voice spoke in fainted whisper:
“I like you, you’re cute, let’s fu*k…”

Yibo lost his sh!t…he simply didn’t know what to do!

He turned slowly, and placed a trembling palm over Zhan’s slightly opened eyes, whispering in soft voice:
“Shhh, you are dreaming, go back to sleep, it’s only a dream.”

“Yes, dream…”, Zhan mumbled, fading the words into a light snoring.

Yibo started to tiptoe towards the door, exhaling in relief that he escaped easier than he hoped for…
But he managed to tiptoe only few steps, that Zhan startled the sh!t out of him, by rising unexpectedly onto his butt and yelling:
“Wait!
It’s not a dream!
I am Zhan!
Xiao Zhan!
You are Yibo!
Wang Yibo!
Why are you here?
And where am I?”

“Shhh, you will wake up Guang Guang!”
It was all that Yibo could say for the moment, while trying to build something reasonable in his brain, to deliver an explanation for his presence there.
It was obvious by now that Xiao Zhan was awoke and sober enough for not getting tricked byYibo’s bulls.

“Guang Guang?
I’ve told you that we have separated hotel rooms.
But, what…why…you…What did we do?…I don’t remember…And why are you leaving?…I’m thirsty…And my head is aching…so bad…”, Zhan spoke in short inhales and exhales, sprinkled by cute hiccups and sighs.

“Drink this, here is a glass of water.
Your head is aching because I believe you drank lots of alcohol with Xia, who is sleeping on the couch.
You’ll not be able to believe how I got here in your rented apartment…I was in the neighborhood, and…
But we’ll have plenty of time to tell you everything in the morning when we will meet at the “bjyxszd” cafe, now you should get some sleep, or else your head will not gonna stop from aching.
I will wait here until you fall back asleep.
Good night and have a good rest, I love you, meet you in the morning.”, Yibo whispered and kissed his forehead again, wondering about how obedient was Zhan, letting himself lie back on the bed and tucked under the coverlet, without further questions or protests.

“Alright, but wait, I want you to hold me.”, the lying man uttered, kicking the coverlet aside and pulling Yibo by his arm.

Yibo hesitated a bit, but decided that it would be better to comply and maybe there would be real chances for Zhan to go back into the drunken state.
So, he climbed up the bed and tugged the other into his embrace, rubbing comfortingly his arm and hand.

“I love you, too.”, were Zhan’s last words mumbled before falling in a funny, yet cute, string of whistled snores.

“Wang Yibo, you moron, I want to see you, tomorrow, what are you going to do?
What the heck will you tell him, how did you get inside his bedroom in the middle of the night?”, were the questions with which Yibo had finally fallen asleep, later on, crumpled on the small sofa from his workshop.

Yibo remembered where he was, only when reaching a hand and couldn’t find the phone, nor the nightstand, nor the…

The phone kept buzzing!

Oh my God!

His mind finally cleared and he fell down onto his knees in the haste of climbing down from the sofa. And he answered the phone call:
“Yes, Seung, no, sorry, I can’t talk right now.
I will call you later… Bye!”

He startled when watching the time flashing on the phone screen, it was already eight o’clock!
Zhan!
Xia!
“bjyxszd”Cafe!
He was not late yet, it was still time to get to the dating place!

He plastered his ear against the workshop door but he was not hearing any kind of sound.
Should he open the door and take a peek?
But what if they were still in the house?

Yibo opened, instead, the small balcony door of the workshop room: he needed some fresh air to clear his thoughts!
He was just inhaling a deep mouth of fresh, cold air, when he almost died from a heart attack!
That kid, his friend, AYuan, the weird son of his neighbors, owns a pet, not less weird than him: a black baby crow.
The bird must have escaped from the cage and had nothing better to do than to land on Yibo’s bare stomach.

But that was not the worst that could have happened!

While Yibo was trying to chase away the bird, winding his hands towards the neighbors’ balcony, he felt like being watched.

When he lowered his eyes, he was positive that this time his heart had stopped for real!

Yes, this is his fate, to die from a heart attack!

Xiao Zhan was standing in front of the block, staring dumbfounded, at Yibo, who was wearing only a pair of shorts and an unbuttoned shirt… and was fighting a crow!

The phone’s buzz sounded in Yibo’s ears amplified at the volume of a bomb explosion!

He bumped his forehead onto the balcony door, but in the end managed to go back inside the room and picked up the phone…

Of course that it was Xiao Zhan!

That’s it!

It was over!

He didn’t even call him, it was a message!

Afterwards, Yibo inhaled sharply and, finally, got the courage to open the message:
“Sorry, BoBo, I was just ready to head up to the Cafe, but today I’m not going to be able to meet you there.
Maybe later, I’ll call you anyway, when I’ll feel better.
Please don’t be upset, I’ll make up to you, I promise.
The thing is that I had a drink with Xia Zhiguang, last night, and I am a very bad drinker.
I don’t drink often because I have a very low alcohol tolerance.
But yesterday I wanted to celebrate with my friend that I’ve finally fell in love, and falling in love was my deepest wish, ever since.
Anyways, the thing is that I have a very ugly hangover, I don’t feel well at all.
I never used drugs, but I know that using drugs could generate these kinds of effects.
I never would have thought but apparently booze can give you the strangest hallucinations and the weirdest dreams, too.
I think I need to go back to sleep and take some more rest.
Anyways, please don’t get mad at me, I love you and miss you.
PS: I only messaged you, didn’t call you, because maybe you are still asleep.
Call you later, bye, love you!”

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“Great, I will have those noodles, until the pork chops will be done!”, the late night customer shouted, grabbing the bowl from the counter, not caring that it was, actually, someone else’s order.

Uncle Li Jie, the street shop owner, was watching the hungry customer, in awe, but in worry, too.
He was afraid that the young man who was eating, now, the pork chops in the light speed, could choke and die eventually, in his shop.

“Slow down, dear, nobody is chasing you!
Don’t worry, I can cook more for you, there are plenty, the only problem would be just for you to have enough money to pay, ha, ha, ha!”, the elder laughed.

But his laughter died soon, when the customer started to cough and to hit himself in the chest, from the lack of air.
His fears were coming true after all, the customer was choking for real!

After he hit his back hard and gave him water to drink, the customer finally calmed down.

“Woah, young man, you really scared the hell out of me!
What happened to you, for getting so hungry, especially at such a late hour?”, the elder spoke, keep rubbing the customer’s back.

“Uncle Li Jie, I wonder if you do remember me.
I am your frequent customer, your pork chops are my favorite and I have never left without paying.
Say, do you remember me?”, the man asked, wiping his eyes reddened from coughing and blowing his nose in the paper napkin.

“Yes, I know you, I remember you coming here often, with your girlfriend.
I heard her calling you Bo Bo, if I’m not wrong.
Yes you have always paid, but why are you asking?
Did someone accuse you about something?”

“Oh, that was Seunggie, she is my friend, not my girlfriend.
Anyway, what I am trying to say is that I live nearby, in that block over there, and…and I forgot my wallet at home.
If I hadn’t forgotten my phone, too, I would have called Seung, my friend, to come and bring the money, anyway I have to ask her to take me to her place, overnight…ermm, nevermind…
In short, please let me go back home for the wallet, and don’t worry that my intention could be to not pay for the chops.
It will take only a few moments, my block it’s very near.”

“Hmm, should I trust you?
You seem like an honest man, I don’t think you would have the heart to get fooled an old man like me.
Okay, go, I hope you don’t lie, because I really dislike liars!”

“Who likes them?
Nobody likes liars!
Thank you, thank you uncle, even though I am forced to lie sometimes, it will not happen this time!
I promise you, I would never plan on cheating and not bring you the money!”

“Fu*k!
Fu*k!
Thousand fu*ks!
What a fu*k Wang Yibo?!
Are you stupid?!
How could you forget the wallet with the money, ID, passport, card and everything?!
I need especially the money, Zhan probably suspects that I’m not rich, but even so, I can’t date him without one single dime in my pocket!
And the phone, oh sh!t, sh!t!
I’m not even sure if it’s set on silent, I hope nobody will call until I get back on there!
God dammit!”,Yibo kept swearing, punching whatever wall coming into his vision, while running back…back to his apartment!…
He has no choice, but to go back and to hope that the two were still drunk enough to not ascertain his presence!

                                                                                     -000-

Yibo was relieved to find the two friends, sleeping in the same position he left them.

He tiptoed carefully toward his hiding room, but halted in his track…his boyfriend should feel more comfy to sleep on the soft bed from Yibo’s bedroom, not talking anymore about the pitiful composer, who was sleeping on the hard floor.
Assuming that they were drunk enough to not realize what would happen to them, Yibo turned back and watched silently the two asleep men.

Elsa growled in protest when her owner lifted her from atop Zhan’s aSs.

“Shhh, Elsa, be silent!
Yes, I know, you are not the only one who loves that fluffy, yet firm, pillow.”, Yibo whispered, releasing the cat from his arms.
He couldn’t resist not trying the softness of the said pillow, by cupping gently into his palm one of those two alluring globes, Elsa has been enjoying snuggling onto.

Yibo removed his hand and rounded hastily the sofa, to hide, when Zhan sighed at his squeezing.
Thank God he didn’t wake up, just turned around onto his back, almost falling down from the couch in the process.

When the sleeping man’s breath steadied back, Yibo sneaked to the bedroom, where he hurried to prepare the bed, squealing internally at the thought that Xiao Zhan will sleep in his bed and will impregnate the sheets with his alluring personal scent.

Before carrying the asleep man to the bedroom, he did one more thing: he took from the kitchen a big glass of water and placed it on the nightstand.
He knows from his own experience, how much relieving is to not be forced on leaving the bed when you wake up from your slumber with your throat arid like the Sahara desert.

Also, he grabbed a spare coverlet and a pillow from the closet, remembering the moments he spent, packed only in Elsa’s hairy small blanket.
What if Seungyoun is not home or will not answer his phone call?
If so, he will be forced to spend this night, too, in his hiding room.
He will go to pay the chops and come back to sleep in the workshop, if Seunggie will not be the saving solution.
Yet, thinking better, uncle Li Jie could get his money in the morning, it’s not like he will go bankrupt because of a few pork chops that Yibo has eaten…well, not exactly few…but, anyways…

The boozy men were still sleeping, competing on who was snoring louder, by the time Yibo has dropped the pillow and the coverlet in the workshop, along with a bottle of water.

Yibo took from the closet another pillow and a blanket for the composer, too, but when he was just about to lift Zhan up from the couch, his focus was distracted by the man from the floor’s sudden halt from snoring.
He jumped over the couch, like a veritable athlete, and huddled behind, at the right moment for not being noticed by Xia, who started wobbling towards the living room door, while mumbling in a hoarse voice:
“Where the fu*k is the bathroom in this damn hotel room?”

Yibo was relying on the fact that Xia Zhiguang was still pretty drunk and disoriented, so he might not notice Zhan’s missing, when getting back from the bathroom.
He might not even remember that Xiao Zhan was supposed to be there, in the first place.
Therefore, Yibo hurried to carry Zhan to the bedroom, even though the load was a lot heavier than he would have expected to be.

After dropping onto the bed his still passed out boyfriend, he hurried to ensure closed the bedroom door, at least until he will make sure that the composer will get back to the swooning state.

But before closing the door he noted in relief that Xia was already sleeping on the couch wrapped in the blanket that Yibo left on there for him.

Seemed like it was now safe enough for him to go to his hiding room and get some sleep, for himself, too.
But before that, he will cover his sleeping boyfriend with the coverlet and fix the pillow under his head.

After admiring one last time the perfect features of the sleeping beauty, Yibo planted a soft kiss onto his forehead and turned on his heels, intending to leave…
But…
.
.
.

His heart stopped from beating and his breath stuck into his throat when his wrist was grabbed and a voice spoke in fainted whisper:
“I like you, you’re cute, let’s fu*k…”

Yibo lost his sh!t…he simply didn’t know what to do!

He turned slowly, and placed a trembling palm over Zhan’s slightly opened eyes, whispering in soft voice:
“Shhh, you are dreaming, go back to sleep, it’s only a dream.”

“Yes, dream…”, Zhan mumbled, fading the words into a light snoring.

Yibo started to tiptoe towards the door, exhaling in relief that he escaped easier than he hoped for…
But he managed to tiptoe only few steps, that Zhan startled the sh!t out of him, by rising unexpectedly onto his butt and yelling:
“Wait!
It’s not a dream!
I am Zhan!
Xiao Zhan!
You are Yibo!
Wang Yibo!
Why are you here?
And where am I?”

“Shhh, you will wake up Guang Guang!”
It was all that Yibo could say for the moment, while trying to build something reasonable in his brain, to deliver an explanation for his presence there.
It was obvious by now that Xiao Zhan was awoke and sober enough for not getting tricked byYibo’s bulls.

“Guang Guang?
I’ve told you that we have separated hotel rooms.
But, what…why…you…What did we do?…I don’t remember…And why are you leaving?…I’m thirsty…And my head is aching…so bad…”, Zhan spoke in short inhales and exhales, sprinkled by cute hiccups and sighs.

“Drink this, here is a glass of water.
Your head is aching because I believe you drank lots of alcohol with Xia, who is sleeping on the couch.
You’ll not be able to believe how I got here in your rented apartment…I was in the neighborhood, and…
But we’ll have plenty of time to tell you everything in the morning when we will meet at the “bjyxszd” cafe, now you should get some sleep, or else your head will not gonna stop from aching.
I will wait here until you fall back asleep.
Good night and have a good rest, I love you, meet you in the morning.”, Yibo whispered and kissed his forehead again, wondering about how obedient was Zhan, letting himself lie back on the bed and tucked under the coverlet, without further questions or protests.

“Alright, but wait, I want you to hold me.”, the lying man uttered, kicking the coverlet aside and pulling Yibo by his arm.

Yibo hesitated a bit, but decided that it would be better to comply and maybe there would be real chances for Zhan to go back into the drunken state.
So, he climbed up the bed and tugged the other into his embrace, rubbing comfortingly his arm and hand.

“I love you, too.”, were Zhan’s last words mumbled before falling in a funny, yet cute, string of whistled snores.

                                                                           -000-

“Wang Yibo, you moron, I want to see you, tomorrow, what are you going to do?
What the heck will you tell him, how did you get inside his bedroom in the middle of the night?”, were the questions with which Yibo had finally fallen asleep, later on, crumpled on the small sofa from his workshop.

Yibo remembered where he was, only when reaching a hand and couldn’t find the phone, nor the nightstand, nor the…

The phone kept buzzing!

Oh my God!

His mind finally cleared and he fell down onto his knees in the haste of climbing down from the sofa. And he answered the phone call:
“Yes, Seung, no, sorry, I can’t talk right now.
I will call you later… Bye!”

He startled when watching the time flashing on the phone screen, it was already eight o’clock!
Zhan!
Xia!
“bjyxszd”Cafe!
He was not late yet, it was still time to get to the dating place!

He plastered his ear against the workshop door but he was not hearing any kind of sound.
Should he open the door and take a peek?
But what if they were still in the house?

Yibo opened, instead, the small balcony door of the workshop room: he needed some fresh air to clear his thoughts!
He was just inhaling a deep mouth of fresh, cold air, when he almost died from a heart attack!
That kid, his friend, AYuan, the weird son of his neighbors, owns a pet, not less weird than him: a black baby crow.
The bird must have escaped from the cage and had nothing better to do than to land on Yibo’s bare stomach.

But that was not the worst that could have happened!

While Yibo was trying to chase away the bird, winding his hands towards the neighbors’ balcony, he felt like being watched.

When he lowered his eyes, he was positive that this time his heart had stopped for real!

Yes, this is his fate, to die from a heart attack!

Xiao Zhan was standing in front of the block, staring dumbfounded, at Yibo, who was wearing only a pair of shorts and an unbuttoned shirt… and was fighting a crow!

The phone’s buzz sounded in Yibo’s ears amplified at the volume of a bomb explosion!

He bumped his forehead onto the balcony door, but in the end managed to go back inside the room and picked up the phone…

Of course that it was Xiao Zhan!

That’s it!

It was over!

He didn’t even call him, it was a message!

Afterwards, Yibo inhaled sharply and, finally, got the courage to open the message:
“Sorry, BoBo, I was just ready to head up to the Cafe, but today I’m not going to be able to meet you there.
Maybe later, I’ll call you anyway, when I’ll feel better.
Please don’t be upset, I’ll make up to you, I promise.
The thing is that I had a drink with Xia Zhiguang, last night, and I am a very bad drinker.
I don’t drink often because I have a very low alcohol tolerance.
But yesterday I wanted to celebrate with my friend that I’ve finally fell in love, and falling in love was my deepest wish, ever since.
Anyways, the thing is that I have a very ugly hangover, I don’t feel well at all.
I never used drugs, but I know that using drugs could generate these kinds of effects.
I never would have thought but apparently booze can give you the strangest hallucinations and the weirdest dreams, too.
I think I need to go back to sleep and take some more rest.
Anyways, please don’t get mad at me, I love you and miss you.
PS: I only messaged you, didn’t call you, because maybe you are still asleep.
Call you later, bye, love you!”

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