Third Person's POV
The Untamed Promotional Event @Nanjing
"Are you sure he'll be here? We only have 45 minutes left."
The stage director panicked as Wang Yibo didn't arrive at the event yet.
"He said there were some unforeseen delays but his manager called and assured us that he'll be here just in time."
The assistant director answered. The cast was now preparing for their special numbers. Xiao Zhan was looking at the flow of the program, trying to familiarize it.
"Sean, is your voice okay now?"
Haikuan asked. Last night when they spoke, he observed that his voice is kind of hoarse. Xiao Zhan also said that he had tonsillitis, and he's taking meds to ease the pain.
"Yes. Though it's not 100 percent, it's better than yesterday."
"Yibo asked me to give this to you." He handed him a strepsil.
"Thank you!" He thanked him and took one pill. Haikuan went next door to get himself ready.
"Mr. Wang is here! Thank goodness!"
Xiao Zhan's heart jumped off his chest upon hearing his name.
The door was slightly opened, so he can hear the noise outside.
"Have you seen Xiao Zhan?"
Wang Yibo asked.
"I think he's inside the dressing room."
"Okay."
Upon hearing it, Xiao Zhan ran quickly towards the wardrobe. Since the locker is facing the mirror of the dresser, he can see Wang Yibo searching around.
"Let's tidy up, Mr. Wang."
The stylist entered the room, motioning to Yibo. Yibo then obediently took a seat and let the stylist fix his hair and make-up.
The wardrobe team also entered, bringing two sets of clothing.
Is she new? I've never seen him before. Xiao Zhan thought.
"Hi, Zia! Meet Mr. Wang Yibo. Mr. Wang, here's Zia, our prettiest and sexiest newbie. By the way, she's single." The stylist introduced her.
How dare she sell my boyfriend to others?!
"Hello, Mr. Wang." The cute girl bowed to him. Wang Yibo bowed in respect, but he only showed off his cold demeanor.
That's my man!
"Mr. Wang, which one do you like?" She asked Yibo, showing him the two sets.
Choose the black leather, baobei.
"This one." He chose the black leather to be topped off with a white undershirt.
Good boy!
"Great choice! I'll put the other one to the wardrobe first."
Xiao Zhan panicked when he heard that she will come over.
''No need, just put it here." The stylist said. Xiao Zhan exhaled deeply, thank heavens.
After tidying him up, the stylist went outside to check the other artists.
"Zhan-ge, you can come out now," Yibo called.
How did he know?
He heard footsteps coming, so he went out immediately.
"Hi, dd. Welcome back."
Xiao Zhan greeted him with an awkward smile.
"No matter where you hide, I'll always find you." He said, pulling him in.
"How did you know?"
"I saw your shoes over here. When the staff went over, I noticed it."
"Hahaha you've got nice eyesight."
"Of course, that's why you're my type."
Xiao Zhan cracked a laugh. Wang Yibo wrapped his arms around Zhan's waist.
"Lan Zhan! There are people here!"
He spanks his arms lightly, so he removed his arms around him.
"Can I get a kiss instead?"
Wang Yibo asked, pouting.
"No."
Xiao Zhan ran away, leaving Yibo behind.
"Zhan-ge, wait for me!"
They went outside and the people are so busy outside. They entered the hall where the other artists are waiting.
"Wang Yibo, Xiao Zhan!"
Haikuan waved at them. The two of them went over and took a seat.
"Look how happy Xiao Zhan is today. He's really blooming!"
Haoxuan commented.
"Why not? His ray of sunshine is here."
Cheng retorted.
The two of them just smiled. They really became the center of bullying in this team.
***
Xiao Zhan was the first to appear on the stage. He wore a black long leather jacket with marks of white on his shoulders and chest. It was complemented with glittered black pants. The crowd shouted his name, and he hushed them to keep it low.
He adjusted his earpiece, trying to balance the sound outside and on this device. One of the audience shouted, "Wang Yibo loves you!"
His lips formed into a thin smile, until it went bigger, showing his beautiful teeth.
After a while, the stage opened, and Wang Yibo appeared from below. He also wore a black leather jacket, but it was topped with a white shirt, showing his broad chest under the thin clothing. That made the crowd even wilder, shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Good evening, Nanjing." Xiao Zhan shouted as Wang Yibo approached him. They brushed each other's arms, but no one noticed it.
"Thank you for coming tonight. Are you feeling good?" Wang Yibo asked the crowd, and the crowd shouted random screams.
"Today, we will perform "The Untamed" theme song, WUJI. If you know the song, come sing with us." He kept his cool face, but then turned to Zhan and smiled.
The music started playing. Zhan started singing his lines, appealing to the crowd. When it is Yibo's turn, lots of girls in the crowd shouted, and even guys can be heard screaming.
"What is right or wrong are all in the past, when I wake how can I pretend it was all a dream?"
Then they duet, "In this world, how does one measure the gain and loss of fame and disgrace? Hot blood against sharp blades."
They continued singing, even glancing at each other for a while. Whenever Yibo glances at Zhan, he always shows his smile, but if he turns to the crowd, his face will be ice cold again. Unlike Xiao Zhan, who keeps on showing his beautiful smile to others.
When they entered the chorus part, it is really obvious that Zhan is trying hard to hit the notes. It seems that his voice is not well. So, Wang Yibo removed his earpiece one by one and kept it in his pocket.
When the instrumental part played, they looked at each other, with smiles plastered on their face. Yibo bowed slightly, and Zhan slightly lifted his brows in agreement.
Wang Yibo, "Crossing endless mountains and rivers, the path ends amidst a sea of people."
Xiao Zhan, "What is right or what is wrong, it's all in the past. When awake, I will just let it be a dream."
When the song entered the chorus part, Xiao Zhan's voice keep breaking, so Wang Yibo came to his rescue.
He also tried to reach the higher notes, though he originally, was a rapper. We all know that when a rapper tries to sing a tenor, it means that he cares deeply for the other person, not wanting him to suffer by pushing himself more.
They finished the song while looking at each other, smiling, like saying, "We did it, bro."
The crowd throw a round of applause, and the two of them bowed at their audience. Xiao Zhan, as always, grab his mic and spoke to the audience, "This night was extra fun! Thanks for coming! There are still lots of things to witness for tonight, so stay with us."
The two of them waved goodbye at the crowd and exited their way. Backstage, the staff is preparing for the next segment of the night.
"That was great from the both of you." The stage director praised them. Zhan smiled brightly while Yibo just nodded.
"I'll head to the restroom first," Zhan said. He looked seductively at Wang Yibo, biting his lower lip then winked. Just when Zhan exited, Yibo also motioned to his assistant,
"I'll go and freshen up a bit. If they'll ask me where I went, please tell them I have a bathroom break."
"Wait, how about-" She didn't even finish what she's saying when Yibo suddenly fled away.
Yibo entered the restroom. Luckily, some of the staff are busy with the stage props, so it means he's free to do whatever the hell he wants.
He counted the cubicles, 1,2,3, and 4. At his fourth count, he quickly opened and stumbled upon a sitting Xiao Zhan in a toilet bowl.
"Baobei, I've been waiting for you." Zhan wrapped his arms around Yibo's neck, then continued, "What took you so long?" Zhan pouted. Yibo smiled, not taking his eyes off of Zhan.
"I miss you too." Yibo crossed the distance of their lips, savoring every light touch.
He stopped and said, "I miss you every hour of the day." He kissed Zhan's nose, "I miss you every minute," He kissed his cheeks, "And even when I'm with you and I'm doing this," He kissed his lips, "I still miss you like crazy."
Zhan chuckled under the kiss. "Wang Yibo, Wang Yibo. You can't even imagine how much this poor man misses you. I've been looking sad in all the fucking nicest places. Even when I am eating my spicy noodles, I still fucking think about you. Whenever I see a motorcycle, I can see your face on it. I'm not in my right state of mind. God, I fucking miss you."
Zhan pulled Yibo to him, and their lips touched again. This time, it is rougher and longer, drinking in the other.
Wang Yibo digs deeper, biting Zhan's lower lip, demanding an entrance. His tongue slid in, sucking every inch of Zhan's mouth. Yibo laced his arms around Zhan's waist, touching his innermost intimates. Zhan gasped for air as Yibo exhibited dominance. He trailed down his kisses from his lips, down to his neck, which made Zhan cry in pleasure. Truly indeed, his neck is one of his weakest points. It sends shivers through his spine. Not only did it send shivers through his spine, but it sent that something down there rising. Yibo didn't stop there. His hand traveled downward to that rising glory and caressed it gently.
"Oh, fucking god." Zhan cursed under his breath. He can feel tiny white droplets coming out from the summit as Yibo continued playing with his fingers around that area.
Zhan volunteered to undo his pants but stopped midway when they heard a noise from the outside.
''Mr. Wang? Are you in there?"
A familiar voice rang their ears.
"The fuck? Is that your assistant?"
Zhan asked, annoyed.
"Yeah," Yibo replied with disappointment across his face.
"Mr. Wang, sorry to disturb you. But they need you on the stage in 3 minutes."
Yibo faced palm. Zhan comforted him and he lifted his chin.
"Go ahead. I'll go out after a while, okay?" Zhan smiled a little.
"But-" He was cut off in his sentence when Zhan kissed his lips.
"Go ahead now, didi."
Yibo was hesitant, but then he gave in. He kissed Zhan deeper one more time and shouted, "I'll be out now. Just wait for me."
"Okay." The other responded and walked away. Yibo turned to open the cubicle, but then grabbed Zhan's head and kissed him longer.
"I love you."
Yibo whispered and walked towards the exit. After a while, Zhan also exited and went to the hall.
"There he is. We're waiting for you, Mr. Xiao."
The staff called him.
"I'm sorry, I had a bad stomach."
He reasoned.
"Did you eat something bad?"
Ji Li asked, eyes searching.
"I think so."
"And the effect of it will make your lips plump?"
"Hmm, I guess so?" Zhan smiled awkwardly.
"Oh, I'm afraid Yibo ate something you ate too,''
Ji Li said, looking from Yibo to Zhan again.
Yibo bit his lower lip, coughed and looked away.
Xiao Zhan laughed, slapping Ji Li's shoulder very lightly.
They went back to the stage and continued the segment. Zhan and Yibo secretly, gazing at each other, sending signals to each other only the both of them can understand.
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A/N:
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