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When Xiao Zhan opens his eyes, the first thing he notices is the sun coming through the tall glass windows and out in the distance, a mountain high and topped with snow. Feeling a numbing pain in his head he squints, gets up and limps towards the window, his eyes slowly opening in marvel of the city outside, buildings so high as though reaching for the sky. Clarity, slowly comes to him.
"That's right", he mumbles.
Tokyo.
And he'd spent last night in Shinjuku.
That's when a sudden dread crawls up his skin and he shivers, his breath etching in his throat watching the reflection of the bed in the window.
As Xiao Zhan slowly turns around, his mouth opens in horror as the next thing he notices, is his shirt on the floor followed by his trousers, his socks, his underwear, his shoes... another pair of underwear all strewn across the floor making a trail back to the bed and as though knowing what next he'll see, with one eye closed and the other half-open, fearing he'll notice something else he's not supposed see, a shierk soon echoes as his eyes fall on a man in the bed with no shirt on and judging from the second pair of trousers and shoes and socks and underwear on the floor, Xiao Zhan assumes...
The man, young but defined, hair a length that falls over his face reaching down to his mouth, his ears lined with stud earrings, his shoulders square... Xiao Zhan swallows and on tiptoes, quietly picks up his clothes while frowning at the peculiar decor of the room that's coloured with pink walls, pink lights, pink beddings... it's all too extravagant yet tacky.
A love hotel.
"That's right", he muses again, he'd spent last night in Shinjuku, did this and that and met people and in the end, his curiosity got him and he ended up at a love hotel. This love hotel. Wincing and trying to shake what's left of last night from his memory, he puts on his shirt, his pants, grabs his shoes and reaches for the door—
"It's bad manners to leave without saying morning", comes the voice from the man in the bed, his chest broad, a necklace draping across his neck and as he pushes hair from his face, bracelets and rings dazzle on his hands and fingers, "And you missed a button on your shirt", says the man, looking at Xiao Zhan with a smile so wide it shapes his lips into a heart.
A smile, tight and nervous forms around Xiao Zhan's mouth, "Morning", he says, and just so continues towards the door.
Shifting on his side the man then adds, "I would say breakfast is a great way to start our new life", a smile playing on his lips, "I say something light", he then pauses, making a thinking sound, "How about doughnuts and miso soup? Unless there's something else you would rather".
Xiao Zhan would like to look away but for some reason he can't, partly too busy trying to remember how he ended up in a love hotel when he already has a room booked in Asakusa and also partly because, this man is drop dead gorgeous with lips full, cheeks a little flushed and his Adam's apple looking sumptuous, "I don't do breakfast".
"Then lunch or just coffee?"
Xiao Zhan swallows, there's too much to process. One-night flings were supposed to be one-night flings. The end. "I think this is where we say it was nice and goodbye".
The man... his name, Wang Yibo rolls out from under the sheets and sits on the edge of the bed looking up at Xiao Zhan with pupils full and mysterious, the silence in the room making Xiao Zhan's heart beat loud in his ears, making him want to leave even faster but the scrutiny he's under has made his legs heavier so he just stands there staring back, not even even daring to swallow, even his full breathing is held back.
Wang Yibo then stands and takes two steps towards him and Xiao Zhan is sure that his heart is beating so loud that this strange man standing naked in front of him like the day he was born, could hear the frightful jarring in his chest.
"Would you please put some damn clothes on?"
Wang Yibo smiles, the left side of his lips raised highter than the right as he replies, "Why don't you put them on for me? After all, you took them off".
Xiao Zhan doesn't reply but he can't stop looking at the broad shoulders and the beauty mark on Wang Yibo's petite abs and though he's cursing himself, willing himself not to look further south, his eyes drop to admire the wand that must've lured him and made magic last night. In the end, he grabs the shirt off the floor and tosses it to Wang Yibo. "I said, get fucking dressed".
Wang Yibo laughs, low but hoarsed from sleep and somewhat teasing, "Look at this", he says, putting the shirt on, "You scratched like a cat plus left me all these hickeys and still want to disappear on me", he chuckles like he'd been terribly wronged, filing a complaint for being unfairly treated as he now grabs his trousers, "Don't you think that's unfair? I think I deserve some sort of payment for the embarassment I'll have to endure from walking around like this all day looking like I made love to mosquitoes last night".
Just then, Xiao Zhan realises that in his haste to get away, he hadn't checked himself so he hurries to the mirror, checks his neck then turns left and right and sighs in relief. However, his lips feel a bit swollen with a faint stinging.
"Don't worry", Wang Yibo walks up behind him, his hands casually draping around Xiao Zhan's waist, "I planted my love bites where only I can see.. not even you", and the smirk is back again.
Xiao Zhan spins out of the embrace, his heart back to beating again, "Look, this is just a short trip I took for work. I had some time and wanted to blow off some steam and as you might can guess, Shinjuku is the perfect place for people like us so it's nothing special... it didn't have to you be, it could have been anyone for a one night adventure so don't think you're anyone special".
"But I am special", Wang Yibo turns to him and very slowly, the self indugent smile he'd all this time drains from his face and is replaced with a crinkled forehead and warning eyebrows, "Xiao Zhan, last night... exactly how much do you remember?"
"How do you know my name?" Xiao Zhan checks for his wallet, "You shouldn't go snooping around people's private belongings".
"Uh what a shame", Wang Yibo sighs, sitting down back on the bed, looking up at Xiao Zhan with pupils full again, "You'll definitely want to have that coffee with me".
"I don't have to do anything", Xiao Zhan replies, clear and strong like all his courage has come back, "Yibo, I'm leaving". It's only then that Xiao Zhan realises that something is wrong. Yes, they fucked but why does he know this man's given name and better yet, why does this man know his full name? He'd made it a point of duty, a strict rule to never give it out and what the fuck is this popcorn looking ring doing on his finger?
It's then the world slowly starts to chip away in pieces...
"I see you finally get it", Yibo stands and collects the rest of his belongings, "Let's go get that coffee, husband".
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