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VOL.2 - After One Step Back, Another Would Step Forward.

"Faraway island, Island of dreams, I need you. Let me get intoxicated with your scent, Wild, Powerful, Let me tame you, adore you, so that I never forget you."*

A scent of sweet, fruity wine floats in the air. His scent.

He must be dreaming, like each time he hears his voice, sees his face. And what a lovely sight it is...

His silky black hair, as the foliage of the trees, are waving in the blowing little breeze.

Cicadas are singing. Sand is crushing under his footsteps.

The sound of the sea reaches him clearly as if he were really there.

And there he is.

His back to him. Water up to his waist. The waves lick his skin, tanned by too long days spent among the vineyards, under the hot sun.

Sun that makes his hair shine bright.

Wen Kexing wants to call him by his name to have him turns over to face him. But he stays right where he stands, at the edge of the beach, observing, speechless.

The man of his dreams ends up turning around eventually.

Wen Kexing meets his gaze and the other's man eyes light up. A soft smile stretches his lips. The wandering traveler feels happiness warming up his chest.

A bunch of butterflies fly all around him, but he hardly pays attention, unable to look away from the man who is now coming in his direction. His heart beats harder and faster in his chest as the distance between them diminishes.

A blink of an eyelid puts an end to this pleasant view. All of a sudden, the scenery's gone.

The beach disappears, giving way to the village plaza bathing in the sunset. The tall man is led by music flowing from the inn at the end of the street.

He reaches the entrance where he finds a crowded reception room. Most of the island residents have gathered there and are chatting in a joyful hubbub. Uncle Li is sharing fishermen's tales and those who are listening to him burst out laughing before toasting together and taking a long sip of their pint of hale. The young boy Chengling, at the bar, works vigorously to fill glasses before making his way among the guests to serve them.

Wen Kexing smiles warmly while watching the people he has met during his journey having fun. He leans against the door frame, hands in his pockets and observes, eyes shining with adoration. For a second time in a row, his eagle eyes fall on a familiar pair of beautiful shoulder blades. Zhou Zishu is currently sipping discreetly wine in a corner. At least that what he'd wished... Wen Kexing glimpses a hand grabbing Zhou forearm and pull. Taken by surprise, Zhou Zishu finds himself being drag to the middle of the room by A-Xiang who smiles mischievously at him. Zhou Zishu sighs, annoyed, but allows her to make him dance under the amused gazes of the villagers. A-Xiang laughs as she takes his arm to swirl, in one direction then the other, making the traveler who watches them from the door smile even more.

Zhou Zishu suddenly turns towards Wen Kexing as if he had sensed his presence and manages to get rid of Gu Xiang to advance towards him, a slight smile on his lips.

"What are you waiting for? An Invitation? Come on, get your ass in here!" He scolds him.

Wen Kexing straightens, heart pounding. He enters the inn timidly, too slowly for the man of his dreams' taste. Zhou shakes his head and rolls his eyes before approaching in quick steps to catch his wrist and drag in with him.

Wen Kexing's cheeks redden but he gives in. He knows what awaits him. He can't or rather doesn't want to stop it. He wouldn't be able to escape from A-Xu anyway. The eyes which are staring at him with fondness are hypnotizing him. He stares at him until a sincere and affectionate smile appears on his partner's mouth. If they become the center of attention now, the warm hand that slips into his puts him at ease and he fully obliterates the world surrounding them to focus only on the handsome man in front of him. It feels so good.

The air suddenly cools down and the sounds of conversations and music vanish in the air, leaving room to the quiet of the night in the great outdoors.

Wen Kexing is sitting on the edge of the cliff and is listening to the waves crashing against the rock below. He raises his head and discovers a splendid starry sky stretching to the horizon, his eyes filled with wonder.

Myriad of tiny little spots of light shines, light years away from the Earth.

Far, far away in the dark blue sky, the Milky Way takes shape. Wen Kexing jumps when he feels a weight hitting his left shoulder. Zhou Zishu has laid his head there and pressed his body against his to warm up and make himself comfortable. The stay silent as they observe the stars together. Wen Kexing feels serene. Complete.

The wind begins to blow. The sky fills with threatening clouds, forecasting the upcoming storm. A gust of wind whips the traveler's face and he finds himself running blindly along steeply sloping paths, in the pitch-dark night. Heavy rain pours roughly, making the ground dangerously slippery and hard to cross. Wen Kexing stumbles, slips, barely catches himself. He doesn't slow down though. Because Zhou Zishu is somewhere ahead. He can hears his lover screaming his name through the raging storm and he seems so far away... He speeds up, trying to catch up. Because the traveler feels that his A-Xu is moving further and further away and he cannot reach him. Darkness is upon him, surrounding him, swallowing him all. His heart hammers against his chest. And he is scared. Scared to loose him. But it's too late, he has already lost him. His throat painfully tightens, making it hard to breath.

A torrent of freezing rain water charges the dirt path behind Wen Kexing, swallowing him as it passes and all the traveler can see his pitch-black darkness. He no longer hears, sees or feels anything, until a sweet fruity wine scent tickles his nostrils. Wen Kexing takes a deep breath before opening his eyes.

Zhou Zishu is here and his looking at him tenderly. They are leaning on the bed, side by side, their bodies half-covered by the sheets. Wen Kexing stares, breath taken away by the view.

His lover comes closer, dragging his fingers across the crook of his neck, stroking the base of his hair.

''Mmm.'' The tall man moans, satisfied.

''I've found you.'' His A-Xu whispers in his ear before drawing his lips near his mouth.

Lao Wen closes his eyes, waiting for the kiss that is coming.

But it never comes, no matter how long he waits. Wen Kexing can't sense his presence anymore either.

He opens his eyes, puzzled, only to find the place beside him empty. A-Xu has disappeared. A wave of panic seizes him. He jumps out of bed and start looking everywhere in the house in a futile attempt to find his partner. He's gone.

A-Xiang et Cao Wei Ning are waiting for him in the shuttle to leave the island. But he can't- he doesn't want to leave without saying goodbye.

He turns away from the boat and run, run, run like a mad man in the middle of the vineyard, screaming his name.

A-Xu-!

Too late. He's back in this damn boat and the island is already fainting in the horizon. Out of view, out of reach.

He wants to jump and swim to go back to him.

Too late. He's already in the plane that is taking him home, a thousand miles away from him.

Now he can't reach him anymore.

He's gone.

Wen Kexing sits abruptly in his bed after waking up, startled, sweaty and shaking.

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''You look like shit.'' A-Xiang points out to him with all her delicacies, while she pours herself a cup of green tea. "Slept poorly?"

Wen Kexing, who is sitting at one of their favorite tea shop table, a cup of lukewarm tea in his hand, his chin resting in the hollow of his palm, is starring blindly at the wall in front of him. At the sound of his little sister voice, he wakes up from his slumber and straightens, exhaling all the stale air stored in his lungs.

''Hm.'' Is all he answers her, reluctant to share the nightmares which have assaulted him earlier this morning.

It's not like it was the first time it has happened. In fact, it has been months that he's dreaming of this man with whom he had a one night stand during his trip in France, on a tiny island, six months ago... The problem is that he has stolen his heart and Wen Kexing has never forgotten him since...

''Hey, Auntie Luo and Qianqiao are coming in a few hours!'' A-Xiang reminds him, nudging him. ''Looks like The Grinch has stolen your smile! Aren't you happy to see them after all this time?!''

''Of course I am.'' Her gege retorts, offering her a smile, which would have been more genuine if he was in a good mood.

''Sooooo, to celebrate our family reunion, we're going to the disco pub tonight!'' Hums the girl cheerfully.

''A-Xiang, I can't... I have to much work, I'll finish late...''

''Come on, ge! You never stop, you crazy work freak. It's almost Christmas, you can- no, you must join us and have fun for once! Please. Please ? Please! I'm begging youuu! Gege you're so-''

A-Xiang is starting to be very loud and annoying and it will disturb the clients if he lets her.

The little fiend.

''Alright, enough. I'll come as soon as I'm done with my paperwork.''

The fiery young girl closes her fist and lift it, in a victory posture. She's so excited and enthusiastic that she can't stay put. It makes Wen Kexing chuckles lightly.

''Don't be late. No extra hours or I'll come kick your ass myself to push you out of your office.'' A-Xiang sharply warns him, one finger pointed at his face.

"Watch your manners, you brat! I wonder who's educated you!" He lectures her, trying to grab her finger.

The girl is faster though and she jumps out of her sit to escape him, while sticking out her tongue.

''It's you ge!"

His older brother sticks his tongue out in response. They smile at each other maliciously.

"Gotta go, see you there!''

Gu Xiang leaves and Wen Kexing gets lost in his daydreams again. Zhou Zishu occupies them all... He closes his eyes and shakes his head. He needs to stop thinking about the man.

Pull yourself together, move on. He scolds himself mentally. Be realistic.

They've only met once and more than two thousand miles separates them...

What were you thinking ? It was only a one night stand, nothing more. Forget him, he must has undoubtedly already done that on his side. It's been weeks he hasn't sent you a text or called you.

Yes, sure.

He heads back to his office with an heavy heart. Focusing on his ongoing business will surely help him.

Or not.

To be continued...

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Late.

He's late.

At the time he's finished completing his files, six o'clock has already struck for a while and it will yet take him about twenty minutes to reach the pub. So he hurries out of the office after he's put on a sweater over his shirt, and his coat. The air is freezing tonight, it will probably snow soon. Wen Kexing walks at a fast pace in this brisk air, using his long legs rather than the taxi in order to arrive as quickly as possible.

Soon enough, he spots the pub's sign and rushes inside to escape the cold.

The place is crowded but the atmosphere is as per usual cozy and easygoing. Wen Kexing threads his way between tables, joining Gu Xiang who is waving at him from the bar.

''At last! I was thinking you'll never come! You're lucky though, he's not here yet.'' She berates him.

"He? You've invited Cao Wei Ning too?"

''Uh- yes, yes I invited Cao ge, don't be mad! Oh but look, here they are!'' She exclaims, waving at the couple who's coming inside.

Aunt Luo and Qianqiao give them a little nod when they meet their gaze and shortly after, Wei Ning joins in and as the group is complete, they clink glasses to celebrate their reunion.

"So, how's business at home ?" Wen Kexing asks.

''You should check by yourself.'' Luo answers. It's been a while you haven't come back home A-Xing.''

"I- I don't have much time with my work..." Wen Kexing whispers, gaze elusive.

"He's gone now, remember?"

"I know."

Auntie Luo covers his hand with hers in a gesture of comfort. Wen Kexing manages a smile and chases the painful memories from his mind.

"I swear I'll come soon." He promises.

When he'll be ready.

Aunt Luo smiled warmly at him, her hand squeezing gently her protégé's.

Wen Kexing notices that A-Xiang isn't as talkative as usual. She seems elsewhere, as if something is bothering her. She stirs suddenly a few moment later, in the middle of a conversation.

"Gege, our glasses are empty. Your turn to buy us drinks!"

"Alright, I'm going." He replies before standing up without protesting.

The tall man leaves the table to head towards the bar where he leans to order five drinks. While waiting for the bartender, he casts a glance around. Everyone in the pub displays a joyful smile. Winter Holidays allow them to reunite with friends, families, or their lover. Christmas magic seems to operates for everyone... But Wen Kexing, him, feels incomplete.

When suddenly, one more person comes in and Kexing's irises fall on a familiar face. Jet black hair, thin arched eyebrows, dark eyes, a white scarf tied around his neck, a black tuxedo that fits his curves perfectly.

Wen Kexing freezes for a good whole minute contemplating the man which has just appeared before his eyes. Is he real or is he part of his imagination? No. He's not dreaming and he's far from being drunk -he's not even on his second drink yet. His vision is perfectly clear, so his eyes aren't deceiving him.

His mouth suddenly goes dry when Zhou Zishu's sharp eyes lock on him and widen slightly. The two men look at each other in disbelief, until Wen Kexing pulls himself together, clears his throat and comes to meet him, heart drumming, mind empty, disconnected from reality.

"Hey..." He whispers, in a low voice, short for air because he must have forgotten how to breathe when he has walked towards him.

Damn! Where the hell his voice and confidence have gone? He has even lost his Chinese words. And his French, in the meantime. What is the word to say hello already? Why can't he remember such a basic thing?

Zhou Zishu doesn't look to be doing any better than he does. Still in shock, the two men remain silent. They are standing right in the middle of the pub. They are not aware of it, but no one is paying attention to them anyway. The world has disappeared around them, suddenly irrelevant.

Faster to recover, a gentle amused smile slowly stretches up Zishu's lips.

"Nihao, Lao Wen."

Wen Kexing sucks on air. He is unable to find his words. He hasn't expected to see Zhou Zishu again one day, let alone here... He had given up on that thought that very morning. But the man waits for him to say something so he makes sure to collect his thoughts in order to come up with a constructive sentence.

"Sorry, I can't-... I can't believe you're here.'' He blurts, the words spilling out of his mouth, out of control. A nervous little chuckle escapes his lips.

''This situation seems unbelievable to you too, huh?''

Lao Zhou crosses his arms over his chest, seemingly equally disconcerted. He had certainly hoped for it, but he was not prepared for this chance encounter the very evening of his arrival.

''It's quite a coincidence, yes."

"Too big to be a mere coincidence, if you ask me."

Even destiny couldn't be this perfect, could it?

Wen Kexing frowns and thinks at full speed. The conclusion he draws makes him quickly turn his head towards the table occupied by his family. Gu Xiang is fast -but not fast enough- to hide her face behind the menu. Her ge manages to catch her spying on them, watching both men with wide interested eyes.

"A-Xiang..." Lao Wen sighs.

"I guess I must have a weasel among my friends too, then..." Zishu assumes.

"Ah, well, whatever they have planned in our back had worked. What a surprise! Quite pleasant, if I may add. I'm glad to see you again, A-Xu.'' 

It's the brightest and warmest smile someone has given to Zhou Zishu. A smile he cannot help but return. His own is light, barely visible, but his eyes show so much more. And of course, Wen Kexing, as a keen observer, notices it. Zhou Zishu is forced to look away for fear of getting burned under this too intense gaze.

"Yeah, me too, Lao Wen."

"A-Xu..."

For the second time in less than five minutes Lao Wen's speechless, assaulted by a flood of emotions caused by their unexpected reunion.

''...How did you get here?''

''I took a plane, you smartass.'' Retorts the man, using sarcasm to hide the effects that the other man raises in his mind, and his heart.

"Of course, sure, sorry, stupid question-"

Lao Zhou chuckles.

''I'm just teasing you. I've got two friends who live here, in New-York. They have invited us to spend Christmas holidays with them, so here we are...''

"Oh, that's great. Wait. Us?" 

Wen Kexing's heart leaps. Who's we? He takes a look around but doesn't see anyone with him currently.

"Chengling is here too. We came for a martial art championship too."

"Oh, the little fool is here too! Fantastic! Hold on- does that mean you've finally agreed to teach him?" He asks, relieved and pleasantly surprised at the same time.

"He's been... very annoyingly insistent. It seems he's taken a bad habit of someone I know...'' A-Xu throws, raising his eyebrows as he stares intently at Lao Wen.

"Hm, I wonder which gentleman it is... Someone good, surely. An accomplished philanthropist."

Zhou Zishu shakes his head and sighs but the tiny smirk at the corner of his lips betrays him.

''Speaking of the devil. Chengling, come over here!''

Lao Wen turns his head to follow Zishu's gaze and sights a young man with big expressive eyes walking towards them.

"Ah, Shifu! I thought I've lost you, why- Wen Shushu?!" He exclaims in surprise before rushing towards Wen Kexing to hug him, which makes the adult laugh and hug him back.

"Nihao, little fool, look at you, how tall you've become! And you have gained muscle too, I see that the teachings of your master are bearing fruit."

Chengling is so proud. He looks excitedly at Zhou Zishu.

"Shifu, that's incredible! What were the odds that you two meet here?!" His young disciple asks after releasing Wen Kexing.

"It's a tiny, funny little world my dear Chengling." The taller man sings and winks.

Zhou Zishu snorts.

"Yeah, It's a small world after all..." He retorts, sarcastic.

Wen Kexing can't help the amused smile that stretches his lips and he bites his lower lip to not guffaw at the biting tone used by the man he has dreamed a lot lately.

"Hey, why don't you come and join us? I'd like to introduce you to A-Xiang and the other members of my family." Lao Wen offers.

Chenling looks intently at Zhou Zishu with sparkling eyes. He hopes he won't say no.

"Yes, why not? Our hosts haven't arrived yet anyway." His shifu accepts willingly.

Delighted, Wen Kexing leads them to their table.

"Guys, let me introduce you to Zhang Chengling and Zhou Zishu. I've met them this summer during our journey in France. A-Xu, Chengling, this is my little sister, Gu Xia-"

"Hiii! Bonjour, bonjour! It's a pleasure to meet you for real!" The little fiend interrupts him with an overflowing enthusiasm, welcoming them warmly.

"... Untie Luo, Qianqiao and Cao Wei Ning." Wen Kexing completes.

"Ah-! Please, come sit with us." Wei Ning invites them, standing up to bring extra chairs.

"Only if we don't bother you." Zhou Zishu comments.

"Of course not, it's pretty cool to meet Gege's friends!" Gu Xiang throws under the suspicious look of said big brother.

"Wen Kexing, Haven't you forgotten something?" Untie Luo points out as she makes room for Chengling to sit near her.

"Drinks.'' Wen Kexing remembers shortly. ''Of course. I'll be back in a minute. Chengling, A-Xu, what do you want to drink? My treat."

Zhou Zishu feels one hand landing on his shoulder and he raises his eyes to observe Wen Kexing while he takes Chengling's order. The warmth and joy that emanates from this man is dazzling.

''A-Xu?''

He realizes Lao Wen is looking at him, waiting for his answer. He comes out of his reverie to speak.

"I'm coming with you." He decides.

Smiling brightly, Wen Kexing draws him to the bar.

"A-Xu, you have to tell me everything. Have you started competing again? How are Chengling's progresses?"

"No, I don't do competition. I'm only accompanying Chengling. He's the one who'll participate in the championship next week. The beginnings were difficult, I had to make him relearn all the basics. But it turned out he's very talented."

"What a shame, I would have loved to see you in action. Maybe we could exchange a few blows in the Dojo some time... Now that you're not longer injured, you have no excuse."

"Oh, because you think you stand a chance against me?"

"I'm sure I can brought you to the ground in less than ten moves." Wen Kexing challenges him very confidently, raising his chin to look down at him from his six foot one height.

"We'll see." The smallest man answers, not a inch impressed.

After they come back to the table, they discuss happily together, and when A-Xu's friends arrive, they make room for them. Wen Kexing bask in the moment. Even Zhou Zishu, who talks little, rejoices in listening this motley group chats. It's fun and somehow very refreshing. Usually, Zishu doesn't like when it's crowded and noisy but there's something at this very instant, which makes him strangely feels at home among them. Maybe it's this euphoric holiday atmosphere that makes people happy; Maybe it's the alcohol that lets his mind drift and numb his senses; Or maybe it's the knee that brushes against his thigh and the shoulder that bumps against his own since Lao Wen, who is sitting next to him, have moved closer to make room for Wu Xi and Jing Beiyuan on the bench...

Zhou Zishu is abruptly brought back to Earth when Qianqiao reaches out to him, intending to pull him onto the dance floor. He hasn't even realized that the music has changed. The winemaker is reluctant but hasn't the heart to refuse. Wen Kexing observes him dragging his feet behind the lady, then trying a few dance steps, feeling uncomfortable. He swirls Qianqiao who is rather amused by his clumsy steps.

A memory from his last dream resurfaces in Lao Wen's mind and his heart tightens. He quickly pushes away the feelings gripping him to prevent them from overwhelming him though. He must be realistic. A-Xu is only here for a few days. He can't afford hoping more than a one night stand. Zhou Zishu's life is on this faraway tiny French island and his life is here, in New York...

A scrape of a chair brings him out of his thoughts. A-Xiang has come very close -too close- and she's staring at him intently, elbow on the table, her fists supporting her chin.

"A-Xiang... What. Did. You. Do?" He asks her in an accusatory tone.

The young lady lifts her hands in the air in an innocent manner but her eyes sparkling with mischief betray her.

"Christmas magic-" She begins, but doesn't finish her sentence, as Wen Kexing's face darkens and he gives her a warning look. "Oh, I didn't do much, really! I happened to find out from a friend of a friend of a f-"

"A-Xiang..." He interrupts her to cut short her convoluted explanations, while rubbing his forehead with one hand, trying to avoid the emerging headache to settle.

"... Yes?" She says very quietly, feeling that her end is close.

"I love you little fiend..." He sighs, a smile appearing on his lips despite himself.

"You're welcome." She replies proudly.

Gu Xiang turns her gaze to follow the duo among the other dancers.

"I like him. He's grumpy and taciturn, but interesting."

Wen Kexing shakes his head, chuckling.

"Tough on the outside, soft-heartened inside." The man whispers.

"He seems like a nice person." Wei Ning agrees.

"Obviously."

A few minutes later, Qianqiao comes back, yet alone.

"What's wrong?" Wen Kexing inquires. "Where's A-Xu?" He asks as his eyes are scanning the crowd without being able to find him.

"A dork has shoved me, and insulted me profusely, like it was my fault if he couldn't walk straight. But It's fine, no fight has broken out, your friend Zhou Zishu has intervened and that was enough to calm the guy down. He has gone that way."

Qianqiao shows him the corridor that his dance partner took and Wen Kexing gets up to make sure he is okay. He finds him in the restroom, in front of a sink.

''A-Xu, everything's alright?'' He asks, getting closer.

''Yeah, I just... needed some space to breath. There are way too many people, it's suffocating inside. And some douchebag has spilled his drink on me." Zishu growls, turning to Lao Wen to show him the extend of the damage.

His fine white shirt is soaked with beer. Zhou Zishu's nose wrinkles, disgusted by the smell impregnating his clothe. He grabs the front of the fabric, pulling it loose where it clings to his chest.

Without a word, Wen Kexing hurries to get rid of his coat under the confused gaze of the other man.

''What are you doing?'' He questions, one eyebrow raised.

Wen Kexing pulls his sweater over his head before handing it to A-Xu.

''Here, put it on.''

Zhou Zishu opens his mouth, then closes it without emitting the slightest sound. A slight redness colors his ears. He quickly grabs the generously offered sweater and looks away, stammering a thank you. He unbuttons his shirt with fast and precise movements before taking it off and slips easily and just as quickly into the immaculate white sweater. As soon as it is put on, a pleasant feeling of warmth envelops it. The fabric feels soft against his bare skin. It's a little too big for him and he has to roll up the sleeves a little but he feels much better now that he's dry and clean.

Wen Kexing can't help but admire his body when he takes off the shirt. His hairless torso, his milky skin, his fine musculature, his scars... This pleasant sight, however, is hidden in no time under the sweater, too large for him so he can really appreciate the shape of his muscles. Although this view is not unpleasant either. He hardly tears away from it, pointing the door to Zishu.

"Shall we go back? Or do you rather go out for a few minutes?" He offers.

"I wouldn't mind a little fresh air." The smaller one agrees, relieved to be able to escape another dance and the noise.

Wen Kexing goes back to take their coats before joining him.

"Follow me."

He takes him through the emergency door which leads to the back of the building and directly in front of the East River. Here, they have a breathtaking view of the Brooklyn Bridge. They move forward while putting their hands in their pockets or crossing their arms, the cold assaulting them as soon as they set foot outside.

"So... It's your first time in New York, isn't it?" Lao Wen asks him as they lean against the railing to watch the water reflect the lights of the city.

"Indeed."

"And... So far, what's your opinion about the big city?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen anything yet, we've just arrived and I'm not yet over jet lag."

"I see. Well... I could show you Manhattan, I mean- if you're interested and if you have some free time and if- if you want me to-" He corrects himself, not wanting to impose himself "You're here to see your friends after all, I don't want to obtrude if you-"

"I'd like that." The traveler interrupts to put and end to his stuttering.

It's cute though.

"I'm free tomorrow, if you want."

"Fantastic. I'll be working until noon but we can meet up around then and have lunch together...?

"Sure."

Zhou Zishu smiles softly. They walk and talk during a short while, all while making their way around the building to reach the main entrance. Their friends are already waiting for them there, everyone ready to leave to go home. They part ways after warm goodbyes, not without regret that the evening is already over.

The kiss Zhou Zishu drops on his cheek is like a promise.

And he can't wait to see him again...

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As he exits the elevator and rushes into the lobby to quickly head towards the exit, Wen Kexing begins to write a message to his date- wait, is it a date? It feels like it. He'd loved that. But don't be to optimistic. 

He's like a child on Christmas day, though.

[To A-Xu : Where do we meet-] Oh-

His hand freezes over the screen when he notices the man. The winemaker he's waiting for him at the foot of the stairs, hands in his charcoal blue coat's pockets to keep them warm; a long gray scarf wrapped around his neck and covering his nose. He has seen him too and waits for Lao Wen to join him.

"Hey." He greets him softly.

"Bonjour A-Xu, have you been waiting for me for a long time?" He asks the traveler, pleasantly surprised.

"No. I was in the close surroundings. I was curious to see where you work. And damn, this building is huge! What floor is your office on?"

"The fifty-seventh."

"God-" He blurts out.

Wen Kexing laughs seeing his horrified expression when he looks up at the building to get an idea of how height it means.

"So, where do you want to eat?"

"I trust your judgment."

Lao Wen takes him to lunch in a small, unpretentious but quiet restaurant, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the streets of New York.

In the afternoon, they wander in Manhattan, Wen Kexing showing him the most beautiful buildings. They then cross Central Park, passing by its zoo before coming across the ice rink. Wen glances at Zhou who immediately guesses his thoughts.

''No. No way. I don't know how to skate on ice'' He categorically declines.

''I could show you how...'' His friend suggests with puppy eyes, insisting because he really wants to.

It does the trick. The oldest surrenders before his childish glowing gaze. He complains a little for form's sake but follows in Wen Kexing's footsteps. Feet in ice skates, Zhou Zishu carefully gets up, testing his support before braving the ice. He holds on to the railing to take his first step on the ice, testing its resistance. Wen Kexing, who is already skating with ease, comes to join him and offers him a helping hand.

''Lao Wen...''

His voice is tinged with doubt and uneasiness. He's considering his options. One, leaving like a coward. Two, ....

''The ice won't break A-Xu.'' He reassures him, guessing the path of his thoughts.

Zhou Zishu looks at Wen Kexing for a moment. The ice seems to support his weight, which is rather reassuring. Taking a deep breath, he grabs his hand and places the second foot on the slippery surface.

Wen Kexing gently pulls him forward, skating backwards to drag him on the middle of the lake. Zhou Zishu reflexively clutches to his other forearm for balance and clings to it as if his life depended on it, all the while looking down at their feet. Once a little more comfortable, he tries to copy his partner's movements.

''Keep going, you're doing well." He encourages him.

Zhou Zishu quickly gets the hang of it and Wen Kexing ends up detaching their hand before zigzagging away on the ice. The beginner quickly follows him, accelerating to catch up.

However, a child cuts him off the route and he trips while trying to halt. He closes his eyes, bracing himself for impact, and finishes his course against a firm yet soft and warm surface. The man opens his eyes again, feeling two arms wrapped around his waist to support him. Zishu pulls off his face pressed against Wen Kexing's stomach to look up at him.

''A-Xu, are you alright?'' His savior asks.

The winemaker tightens his grip on Lao Wen's clothes to straighten up and finds himself even closer to his face.

''...Y-yeah.'' He breathes sparsely, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

Their breath blend, their gaze lock. Wen Kexing hugs him, pressing his body against his. He tilts his head towards Zhou Zishu, who closes his eyes and approaches his lips in turn.

A surprised gasp and cackles make them turn abruptly their heads, aborting the kiss before their lips even have the chance to touch. They surprise the two children who look at them with curiosity and amusement. Wen Kexing frowns and the little ones freeze, suddenly silent, meeting his dark gaze.

''Hey, there's nothing to see, kids! Get lost!'' Wen Kexing exclaims.

They hasten to flee, skating briskly in the distance while giggling and chattering.

Zhou Zishu sighs and Wen Kexing laughs softly, amused.

''It's not funny.'' Zishu growls, jaw tight, to hide his embarrassment over what almost happened.

''If only you could have seen your face when this child passed in front of you...'' The tallest one adds, however, barely holding back a chuckle.

"I'll make you swallow back that smile, Lao Wen.'' The traveler threatens, eyebrows arched.

''Really? You'll have to catch me first." Wen Kexing challenges him.

On his words, he begins to skate away, speeding up when Zhou Zishu starts chasing him. He manages to escape him for a minute, dodging the hands that try to grab him. Zhou Zishu is bold but Wen Kexing is more comfortable than him on the ice. However, he negotiates his last movement poorly by trying to turn around to move backwards and slips, before falling, sprawling gracefully on the ice.

''Lao Wen!''

Wen Kexing's body shakes. The winemaker rushes towards him, a concerned expression on his face, only to discover that he is shaken by laughter.

''I-I'm fine pfff ahahah!'' The man on the ground declares, laughing at his own stupidity, a hand on his stomach.

''You're truly nuts...''

Zhou Zishu crosses his arms, rolls his eyes and watches the children around them make fun of the "big man who has sprawled on the ice" before offering his hand to help him up. Lao Wen pulls on him and A-Xu struggles not to lose his balance and collapse on top of Wen Kexing, who is still bursting out laughing.

''Lao Wen, make an effort, otherwise I swear I'll let you make a fool of yourself here alone.'' The oldest one warns him.

''Sorry, sorry.'' Kexing apologizes, trying to concentrate, his lip quivering.

He manages to get back on his feet and thanks his companion while wiping the tear that appeared in the corner of his eye.

''I think that's enough, I don't want to pick you up with a little spoon."

''You're right. Let's warm up over some tea." The New Yorker offers to make amends.

''Hm, now you know how to talk to me.''

''Ahahah!''

Lao Wen decides to take him to his favorite tea shop, where they sit down to enjoy some tea and warm up after this long walk in the cold winter. Their promenade ends with a note of bitterness both on their palate and in their hearts. The apprehension of having to separate grips them both and they steal glances at each other as they return to the East Side.

''Well... that's was rather...unexpected and... fascinating ?'' Zhou Zishu comments, turning to Wen Kexing once departure time arrives.

''Are you talking about my unmatched talent as a professional skater?''

Zhou Zishu can't stop a laugh from escaping him before hiding a little mocking smile behind his fist.

''You wallowed like a fool, even the kids scoffed. You've lost all credibility for me.'' He reminds him.

Lao Wen bursts out into a clear and frank laugh.

''Indeed, my back will remember it for a few days.'' He confirms, rubbing his lower back.

Yet he regrets nothing. It's been a long time since he had this much fun. Zhou Zishu shakes his head gently, trying not to let the wave of affection he has for the other man overwhelm him.

''It was a good day, thank you, Lao Wen." He thanks him warmly.

He is about to leave when Lao Wen calls him back.

''A-Xu! I- We are meeting together - with A-Xiang, Wei Ning, Aunt Luo and Qianqiao, to celebrate Christmas on the evening of the twenty-fourth. If you'd like, you and Chengling to join us."

''I'm sorry, we already are celebrating to Wu Xi and Jing Beiyuan's house that day...''

''Oh, sure, I understand... no problem. You can always call me whenever you want to meet with me, I won't work next week.''

''I will.'' Zhou Zi Shu assures him.

Wen Kexing watches him walk away and get into a taxi, already impatient for him to contact him again.

To be continued...

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Midnight as long passed when Wen Kexing's phones rings, startling him out of his sleep. He rubs his eyes with one hand while the other fumbles on the bedside table to seize the device that vibrates insistently. He blinks a few times when the light of the small screen blinds him. He then frowns because he doesn't recognize the phone number trying to call him. He ends up picking up anyway, intrigued.

''Hello?''

''Wen Kexing? Is it you?'' Asks a male voice that he has difficulty identifying, his brain still foggy with sleep.

''Yes? Who's asking?''

''It's Wu Xi, Zishu's friend. Apologies for calling you this late in the night, but I must ask, is Zishu with you?''

At his worried tone, Lao Wen sits up in his bed, suddenly more alert.

''No. no, why?''

He hears noises and the voice of his interlocutor changes, younger and more urgent.

''Wen Shushu! Shifu- He- He isn't home! He should have come back early this evening but it's been five hours and he forgot his phone and- and- we don't know where he is!'' Chengling informs him without breathing, Wen Kexing feeling panic rapidly increasing from the other end of the line.

Lao Wen pushes back the sheets and gets up to put on some pants, tucking his phone between his ear and shoulder.

''Okay, okay, calm down Chengling. Can you tell me what he has been up to or where he has planned to go?''

He hears Wu Xi speaks again to give him a proper answer.

''We don't know exactly. We parted ways near Lincoln Square this afternoon, when I had to go see some of my patients. As it was going to last several hours, he told me that he was going to take the opportunity to go for a walk and that he would meet us that evening directly at our home. But he didn't come back yet. Beiyuan has just gone looking for him.''

Lao Wen thinks quickly as he gets dressed at high speed. He then puts on his most reassuring voice to speak to Chengling.

''All right, here's what we're going to do. I'll go look for him too. You two stay put in case he comes back, okay?''

''Okay, understood... Please, find him Wen Shushu...''

''Don't cry little fool, we're going to find him, I'm sure your Shifu is fine. We keep in touch.''

Wen Kexing waits for them to hang up before taking the elevator and going down the few steps of the building entrance.

He tries to put himself in Zhou Zishu's head, a tourist who doesn't speak English fluently, most likely lost in a huge city he doesn't know, in the middle of the night, in the freezing cold. Where could he have gone? Did he find shelter somewhere? Lao Wen reviews the places where he could have taken refuge, while walking the streets they have already crossed together. His instincts lead him to the foot of Central Park, where he finally finds the man he is looking for.

The latter is sitting at the foot of the fountain and stares at the frozen lake when Wen Kexing calls out to him.

''A-Xu!''

The man lifts his head, surprised. Kexing stops in front of him, out of breath.

''Thanks Lord, you're fine!''

The relief is clear in his voice.

''Lao Wen...? How did you find me?''

''Instinct, I guess... I thought something had happened to you. What are you doing here?"

''I...I'm taking an evening walk.''

His tone is not very convincing and his companion is not fooled. Wen Kexing take a sit next to him, his shoulder bumping against his.

''Did you... get lost?'' He questions with a smile that is gentle and slightly mocking.

''Tch... yes, fine, I may have gotten a little lost. This city is a goddamn maze. And the taxi driver didn't understand anything I was saying.''

''And?''

''And I sent him off..." He admits, frustrated.

''Uh... The impolite kind of way I guess?''

The wandering traveler bites his lower lip and avoids eyes contact. He feels so stupid right now.

''I'm sorry if I have worried you and made you go out in the middle of this freezing night..." He apologies sincerely.

Lao Wen takes his hand delicately, trapping it between his palms. He then brings it to his lips, blowing on them to warm them up.

''It's fine. All that matters is that I found you.''

Zhou Zishu looks up to meet his intense gaze and is left speechless. He shivers, for a completely different reason than the cold biting every bit of his exposed skin.

''We should go before our asses freeze." The tallest man advises.

Memory suddenly coming back to him, he reaches into the bottom of his pocket to take out his phone, which he hands to A-Xu.

''Call Chengling and your friends right now to reassure them. They're so worried about your disappearance.''

''Shit- They called you, didn't they?''

''When they saw that you still haven't returned, Chenling and Wu Xi called me. Beiyuan went looking for you too.''

Zhou Zishu closes his eyes and mentally slaps himself before dialing the number and lifting the device to his ear.

''Chengling, it's me... Sorry...Yes, don't worry, I'm fine... You must be exhausted, go sleep... No, it's okay, I'll manage, I'm quite gr-''

Wen Kexing takes the phone from his hands in order to end the debate.

''Wu Xi, Chengling, no worries, I'll take care of your runaway... Yes, you too, rest well.''

He hangs up, under the stunned eyes of Zhou Zishu.

''... What do you think you're doing?"

''You, what'd you think? That I'm going to leave you wandering like a lost soul all night? I offer you hospitality for the night. It's non-negotiable. I live very close.''

This offer has an air of déjà vu. But Zhou Zishu keeps any comment to himself and accepts without question. He lets Lao Wen guide him, before stopping for a moment at the exit of the park, his nose turned towards the dark sky. Lao Wen stops to follow his gaze. Small flakes swirl gently before landing on Zishu's hair and clothes. His amazed expression made Lao Wen melt.

"It's been a while since I've seen snow."

Wen Kexing smiles warmly.

Once they arrive at Wen Kexing's apartment, their hair are soaked, the falling flakes having turned into a real snowstorm. It was fortunate that he was able to quickly find his A-Xu. A sigh of relief escapes him as he closes the front door behind them, cutting them off from the cold for good.

''Welcome in my humble residency, make yourself at home.'' He invites him while getting rid of his scarf and coat, hanging them on the coat rack attached to the wall.

''Can I borrow your bathroom?'' Lao Zhou asks him.

''Sure, go warm up in the shower, I'll get you what you need."

Wen Kexing disappears into a hallway and Zhou Zishu takes off his coat and shoes before going to meet him. The man gives him towels - he himself placed one on his head - as well as a change of clothes before letting him use the bathroom.

Zhou came out about ten minutes later, his skin red from the scalding water and his hair still damp. He finds Wen Kexing in his living room, sitting on his sofa, a book in hand. He looks around, impressed. The living room is spacious and modern, with the L-shaped sofa and coffee table positioned on a rug in its center; a large bookcase occupying an entire section of wall; and a dining table in front of a huge bay window running the entire length of the fourth wall. Lao Wen looks up and smiles at him when he notices his presence. Zhou Zishu is wearing the jogging bottoms he lent him, and they fit him quite well.

That's quite a view you have there.'' Zhou Zishu remarks after walking up to the bay window to admire the buildings and Central Park under the snow from the top of the eleventh floor.

''Strange life, isn't it?'' Breathes Wen Kexing, who has abandoned his collection of poems to approach and position himself next to him.

''I must admit that...It's quite beautiful seen from here.''

"When it's this quiet, yes."

Both of them sit at the table and fall into a comfortable silence, watching the snow covering Manhattan in a thick white blanket.

"Snow gives the city a very special charm. But if I had to make a choice, I much prefer your little rustic house, next to the ocean, on the island where the flowers bloom all year round."

"It's a simple and withdrawn way of life, one can feel... lonely, sometimes."

"Here too, one can feel pretty lonely... Ah, but you must be tired, I'll let you my room, I-''

Zishu catches his arm to stop him from standing up.

''Don't. Don't bother for me. I will not sleep anyway...'' A-Xu interrupts him.

''You won't sleep...?''

''Insomnia...'' He confesses, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Wen Kexing lightly tilts his head towards him.

''Do you want to talk about it?'' He asks in a soft voice.

''No.''

He doesn't particularly want it and doesn't feel the need, preferring by far to enjoy the present moment with the man at his side. He feels good and wants to make this feeling last as long as possible.

''Well, in that case, can I offer you something to drink?''

''A cup of tea, if you have some.'' The winemaker accepts willingly.

Wen Kexing nods and gets up to make some. Zhou Zishu rests his cheek in the palm of his hand and listens to the sounds coming from the kitchen. The snow falling silently continuously outside and the soft lighting of the living room create a calming atmosphere in which he delights. He stands up when he hears the sound of his muffled footsteps on the floor getting closer and turns to watch the man with delicate features return with two cups in his hands.

"I hope I don't prevent you from going to sleep... ?"

"I don't sleep a lot too." He admits, offering him a cup. "Besides, it's a rare occurrence to have such pleasant company as you here."

"Thanks."

Zhou Zishu takes a sip from his cup and emits a guttural sound akin to delight.

"No need to ask you if you find it good." Lao Wen chuckles.

"It's perfect. Everything is."

"No, there's still something missing to make it perfect." Wen Kexing replies.

Zhou Zishu looks at him with a raised eyebrow, questioning. Lao Wen raises a finger, motioning for him to wait a second, and gets up to walk over to the couch, grabbing the remote lying there. There's a clicking sound somewhere in the room, followed by soft music coming from the speakers hidden in the bookcase. The music is slow and relaxing, with a bittersweet tone [Flash - Cigarettes After Sex]. Wen Kexing is about to come back to him but stops, looks at the table, seems undecided then ends up bending over to push it off the carpet, away from the center of the room, under the perplexed gaze of his guest . Satisfied, the taller one rubs his hands and turns to him.

"I wanted to do this, the other night at the pub, but I didn't get the chance." He explains, returning to him.

He takes his hand and pulls him, forcing him to stand up.

"Dance with me, A-Xu."

The latter's stomach contracts and surprise mixes with a loop of pleasure and unexpected nervousness.

"I don't know how to dance properly. You must have noticed it though."

"No need, you only have to let yourself be carried away by the music and follow my movements."

Like the last time on the ice. Wen Kexing leads him with careful steps towards the area he has just cleared. His hand tightens in his, repositioning them, while his other arm wraps around Zishu's waist until they are close enough that his soon partner can feel his every moves. Lao Wen makes the first step. A-Xu places his hand on his shoulder and relaxes in his arms before letting himself being guided. His partner begins with slow, easy steps in rhythm with the melody.

The leader brings their joined hands together, holding them at chest level. The movement makes Zishu's chin lifts to meet the other's gaze. Eyes locked on his, the taller one picks up the pace and twirls him around before slowing down again, pulling Zhou Zishu a little closer to him, gently moving his hand on his waist in a sensual gesture.

Zhou Zishu's blood vibrates in his veins as he surrenders himself completely to Lao Wen's hands, flexibly following his aerial movements as if they were floating onto the music. He thought about it that evening; a slow dance with this man, even as he twirled Qianqiao. But he never believed they ever would. It's the most sensual, the most affectionate moment one have ever given him.

The song begins to slow down, threatening to put an end to this captivating interlude. Zhou's hand tightens on his shoulder without really realizing it and he ends up tilting his head and carefully standing on tiptoes to get closer to his partner's face and so that their lips brush. Wen Kexing returns his ethereal kiss. The song ends. The two dancers stand still. Zhou Zishu kisses him again, slowly, tenderly. His tongue invites itself between his lips, rediscovering the taste of the black tea he tasted earlier. The next song starts, the tempo similar, as melancholic as the previous one. However, Wen Kexing doesn't move, choosing instead to hold his partner close and kiss him. The smallest man has no desire to move from where he is anyway.

This is something new. And fragile. Something more intense too. Yet it's more comfortable. Six months ago, sheltered in and old lighthouse during a stormy night, the first kiss they exchanged was feverish and urgent. But here, under the cozy atmosphere, they take all their time, both smoothly giving in to the desire they repressed earlier.

Wen Kexing slowly tries to hug him even tighter. Zhou Zishu lets him have his way, indulging in another kiss as they begin to dance again. He has never felt better than now. The tender kisses rekindle a flame within him, not burning with desire but golden and comfortable. With his lips on Lao Wen's, eyes closed and arms around him, the world seems to disappear, unimportant.

They continue like this, gently swaying onto the music. When their lips finally part way, he hears Lao Wen whispering in his ear.

"You're doing quite well."

Zhou Zishu snorts softly, amused.

"You're being seduced."

"Seduced?" His partner asks, slightly pulling away so he can look at him.

A-Xu hums.

"I was good at this sort of thing before." The latter confesses to him.

"You're still good at this kind of thing." Wen Kexing disagrees. "You could ask me anything right now, right here and I would try everything to satisfy you."

Wen Kexing slows down their movements until they stop completely without detaching himself from him. Zhou Zishu intertwines his fingers with his before whispering his next words.

"In that event, I want you to dance with me, like there's no tomorrow."

Lao Wen indulges, captivated by his voice and the intensity of his gaze as he focuses on the feeling of having this incredible man between his arms. He absorbs the power and magnetism of his presence, so strong that a warm shiver runs through his entire body. His hand nestles under his sweater, in the small of his back. A-Xu inhales deeply, palm cold against his hot skin. His partner then begins to make him dance again, at a faster pace to match the tempo of the song.

Wen Kexing remains silent as he sees the smile of pure happiness that lights up Zishu's handsome face, dropping the impassive mask he usually puts on. He's never seen him smile like that, not even with his friends, not even in his wildest dreams, and it turns him upside down. Tightening the grip on his hand, he decides to surprise him by spinning him around before pressing their body together to tilt him backwards, one hand on his back to support him. A-Xu has his breath taken away. Time seems to stand still as they stare into each other's eyes, motionless. Lao Wen gently straightens him.

"Satisfied now?"

"...Not really." The oldest answers.

Lao Wen's smile falters and he raises his eyebrows. A-Xu, however, doesn't give him time to ask questions. He pushes him away with both hands placed on his chest. His tall partner takes two steps back and stumbles into a piece of furniture but he doesn't care, to focused on following the movement of these two hands which come up on his shoulders and apply a light but firm pressure which makes him fall on the sofa. He is soon joined by Zishu, who climbs on top of him to straddle his thighs, without taking his eyes off him once.

"There's still something missing to make it perfect..." Zhou Zishu says softly, echoing his words, while sliding his hands from his collarbones to his jaw before leaning in to give him another kiss, long and languorous.

Wen Kexing closes his eyes and rocks back until his back is pressed against the soft cushions. When his partner backs up a bit, it is to remove his own sweater and tank top, then caress his companion's chest over his shirt. Lao Wen's stomach rises gently to the rhythm of his slow, deep, controlled breathing. He is calm; patient although he ardently desires the man on top of him. Zhou Zishu ends up unbuttoning the shirt with one hand, his fingers dexterous, and spreads the sides of the fabric so that he can admire it and trace with his fingers the outline of his fine muscles. With his eyes and his hands, Zhou Xu explores and rediscovers the body of his one-night lover, memorizing its shapes, its softness, its sensitivity...

"A-Xu..."

Lao Wen sits up, eyes half-closed to play with Zhou Zishu's mouth. Their lips seek each other, brush against each other, without however connecting; lazy and seductive, while A-Xu busies himself with sliding the shirt off his partner's shoulders, removing it completely. With his arms free again, Wen Kexing passes them behind his back, caressing the bare skin while pressing him against him. The friction created between their lower abdomen makes Lao Zhou shudder and he opens his mouth to let out a shaky breath. Wen Kexing notices this and comes to bury his nose in his neck in order to provoke new reactions from his partner.

A-Xu tilts his head back when he feels the lips brush against the tender skin of his neck. A sigh escapes him, while his lover licks the skin with the tip of his tongue before starting to suck it then gently nibble it. The winemaker comes to wrap his arms around his shoulders when Lao Wen's mouth descends along his collarbone then onto his chest, kissing his scars fervently, leaving a burning trail. He continues his exploration, taking his time, venerating this incredibly solid yet sensitive body; until Zhou Zishu completely surrendered to him. The taller one feels a long shiver running up his spine when his partner lets out a moan while grazing his ear with his teeth.

''Lao Wen...''

Zhou Zi Shu's fingers tenderly caress the back of his partner's neck. He moves away from him enough to be able to stare at him, admiring the reaction he provoked in him. He likes the expression he sees on his face. His mouth slightly parted, expectantly; his large dark eyes tied to his, as if bewitched...

"A-Xu..."

A slight mischievous smile appears on Wen Kexing's full lips. He comes to capture his lips between his. Taking advantage of this distraction, he reverses their position. In no time, Zhou Zishu finds himself lying on the sofa, under his partner.

"Lao Wen..."

The music continues to pour from the speakers, but they no longer pay attention to it. Wen Kexing anchors his gaze in his while intertwining their fingers. He won't let go of his hand until their embrace ends.

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Then Lao Wen wakes up from his slumber that morning, he is not alone.

Through the bay window, the sky has tinged with an orange-yellow before dawn, flooding the apartment with a soft warm light. Lao Wen leans up on his elbow to observe this sumptuous spectacle, with a feeling of blissfulness in his body as in his mind.

His gaze is then drawn to the moving form lying next to him. A bare shoulder rises and falls to the rhythm of its owner's breathing. With slightly furrowed eyebrows, the New Yorker examines the place where they are with an amused sniff. Cushions are scattered all around them, their naked bodies wrapped in a thick blanket, placed on the floor, onto the carpet. Sleep finally took them away without them realizing it, late at night, long after their embraces.

The man leans over the sleeping beauty to observe his relaxed face. He places his chin on his fist and contemplates him fondly for a moment, captivated. Seized by the irrepressible desire to touch him, he delicately caresses his shoulder with the back of his fingers. Zhou Zishu sighs deeply in contentment. Aroused from his torpor by his companion's caresses, he slowly turns to face him before blinking a few times. With one hand, Wen Kexing tenderly pushes back the strands of hair that fall in front of his eyes to better appreciate this look still veiled by the mists of sleep.

"Hey..." He greets him softly with a smile.

"Hm." Lao Zhou growls, grabbing the wrist that tickles his forehead.

However, he doesn't let him get his arm back. After turning around again, Zhou Zishu leans his back against him and pulls the arm so that it is around his waist. Wen Kexing places his trapped palm on his partner's chest and hugs him gently while burying his nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, intoxicating himself with his scent. He finally places a kiss there, making Zhou Zishu sigh with well-being.

They thus delight in each other's warmth for several minutes, in comfortable silence.

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It's Chengling's big day.

But, despite all of Zhou Zi Shu's efforts to push him, stress paralyzes the boy. This is his very first competition and he is a thousand miles from home. In addition, he is the youngest in his category. Zhou Zishu doesn't worry, he will be able to cope very well... If only he focuses and calms his nervousness, which is not at all a given. He didn't even manage to swallow anything during breakfast.

Arriving at the start of the warm-up, Chengling's stomach is still knotted and the annoyed look his Shifu gives him doesn't help.

"Well, you're making such faces. What's going on here?"

The master and his disciple look up to see a familiar face appear in the doorway. The impromptu arrival of Wen Kexing and his boundless enthusiasm seem to lighten the heavy atmosphere emanating from the room.

"Wen Shushu, you've come?!" The boy exclaims, getting up to greet him.

"Obviously, I wasn't going to miss cheering you on for your first championship."

Chengling lowers his head, looking contrite.

"..."

"Eh? What's wrong?"

"Go on Chengling, tell him." Zhou Zishu rumbles from the other side of the room, arms crosses, visibly in a bad mood.

Wen Kexing looks at A-Xu, then at Chengling, then back at A-Xu, lost. The disciple stubbornly keeps his lips sealed, carefully avoiding the gaze of his two mentors.

"This idiot wants to give up!" A-Xu reveals, exasperated."Ah?! A-Xu, what did you say to that poor boy to make him so dejected?"

"Me? Nothing at all!" Zhou Zishu retorts, glaring at them. "He doesn't make any effort!"

"I don't want to participate in the competition anymore Shushu ... I'm not up to Shifu's teaching... Please, can we go home now?" Chengling stammers.

"Aiyah, kiddo..."

Wen Kexing leans towards the boy, squeezing his shoulder, while the master grumbles in his isolated corner.

"A-Xu may be strict and a little boorish in his way of teaching, but he believes in you. If he took you all the way to New York on purpose for this championship, it's because he knows you can do it. If he pushes you this much it's so you can surpass yourself." Wen Kexing reassures him.

"Shushu..." Breathes the youngest, with a renewed confidence in himself.

"Do you want me to show you what a champion is worth?"

Chengling nods, suddenly very interested. He watches Wen Kexing wink at him before heading towards his master.

"Come on A-Xu, you're not going to sulk all day long, are you? After all, I came expressly to be at your side..."

Wen Kexing whispers something in Zhou Zishu's ear that Chengling can't hear. This immediately makes the master react and the latter sharply pushes the nuisance away. Lao Wen blocks his attack with precision, smiling with all his teeth.''Shameless...!''

"A-Xu, is that all you can do? I'm disappointed." He pouts.

"Shut up for once and fight!" Zhou Zi Shu rumbles before attacking.

Wen Kexing parries before repositioning himself in the center of the mat. He was impatiently awaiting this exchange. To his greatest happiness, his opponent does not hold back his blows. He pissed him off enough for him to take out his frustration on him.

Chengling goes to sit in a corner to watch with excitement the fight between his two mentors. If Wen Kexing doesn't manage to bring down the other man in less than ten moves as he bet a few days earlier, he doesn't let himself be dominated either. Which pleasantly surprised Zhou Zishu, who had not fought an opponent of this caliber for far too long. His muscles remember and move with flexibility and skill. His mind is clear and focused. It feels good to practice again.

In the end, it's a draw. Wen Kexing smiled at him. Zhou Zishu feels calm.

That day, Chengling obtains second place.

to be continued...

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There is a very special effervescence in the air at Wu Xi and Jing Beiyuan's on this twenty-fourth of December.

An effervescence caused by one and only one person: Chengling. Excited, the boy is more inexhaustible than ever. Zhou Zishu sees him darting from one room to another, in one direction then in the other; once with his hands loaded with quilts, another time with a box full of light garlands, always in a hurry.

The boy wants everything to be perfect for tonight's festivities and so bends over backwards to get everything ready. The Christmas tree has taken its place next to the fire place in the living room but is not finished yet - everyone has to add their personal touch to it. Each room is being decorated by Chengling, and the beds must be made so that the guests can stay to sleep tonight. Zhou Zishu lends him a hand, but at his own pace, while Da Wu and Beiyuan are out for some last-minute errands.

Zhou Zishu is smiling from ear to ear and it's not because Chengling is getting tangled in the electric garlands, too eager to set them. No, what puts him in such a good mood is the content of the message he received that morning...

[from Lao Wen : Wu Xi and Jing Beiyuan have invited us, so see you later A-Xu...! ;) ].

Nothing would have pleased him more.

The front doorbell rang, waking him from his dreams.

"Already?!" Chengling exclaims, running to open the door. "Oh, Wen Shishu, Gu da jie, Cao da ge! You've come early!"

"I finished work sooner, and we thought we could give you a hand." Wen Kexing replies.

"Oh, that's great, there's still so much to do, come in!"

Zhou Zishu delicately places the box of tableware on the sideboard and walks towards them, his heart beating. At the sight of his lover, he feels warmth spreads inside him and his face lightens up. Wen Kexing turns when he sees him appear on his right.

"Lao Wen, A-Xiang, Wei Ning. Glad you were able to join us." He greets the trio.

"A-Xu, you're stunning."

The man has styled his hair in a high bun and is wearing a fitted shirt, slightly tightened at the waist, as well as black suit pants, which give him a chic look. The man opens his mouth but is interrupted before he can say anything.

"Shishu ! Can you hang this on the Christmas tree please?!"

Chengling puts the decoration in his hands before taking A-Xiang and Wei Ning with him upstairs so that they can put down their belongings in their assigned room.

"Did you plugged him on mains supply?" Wen Kexing asks, taken aback by the energy the boys delivers.

Zhou Zishu shakes his head, already tired just from seeing him bouncing and running in the stairs.

"He's been like that since this morning, when I told him that you were coming. I should have told him to calm down but... I've never seen him so happy." His Shifu smiles before leading his guest to the living room.

Kexing's smile fades as he enters the room.

The decoration is resplendent. And the Christmas tee magnificent. But how is he supposed to put this stupid star on top? This conifer is way too tall, even for him. He turns to his A-Xu who is taking out glasses and plates from a box.

"Is there a problem?" Asks the latter as he sees him lost in his thoughts.

"None." Lao Wen responds too quickly to be honest. ''Just... come this way...'' he asks him.

''Hm? Why?'' A-Xu asks, puzzled.

''A-Xu.''

Zishu doesn't insist and moves forward until he to stand in front of him. Wen Kexing feels something capsize inside him when he sees A-Xu staring at him like that, expectantly, with soft gaze and warm-hearted smile. He then lifts his arms to clips the star into his bun.

''Congratulation, A-Xu, here you are, the new king of the forests.''

Zhou Zishu blinks, not expecting that. Wen Kexing bursts out laughing, amused by the expression painted on his face.

''You...! Who are you kidding of?!''

He wants to punch him on the chest but Kexing dodges and brushes his hand away, eyes laughing.

"Ahahah!"

"Wen Kexing!" Zishu scolds him, all smile, while trying to punch him again.

His guests steps back and grabs his wrists to stop him from assaulting him.

''You're gorgeous... I mean it.'' Lao Wen leans closer to whisper in his ear.

Zishu feels his heart leap in his chest at the compliment. He's going to retorts something when his eyes catch sight of something hanging above their heads. He looks up only to see a mistletoe branch. He gulps and Kexing notices, his grins deepening.

He's definitely going to kiss him. Yes, he will grab the collar of this attractive man and draw him closer to reach his mouth. Right. Now.

Chengling, however, bursts into the living room, preventing him from carrying out his plan at the very last second.

''Shifu, Shishu ! I need you to start baking the desser-.'' Chengling falls silent and his eyes widens like two saucers. He bites his lip, restraining himself from laughing when he sees the decoration wiggling atop his Shifu's head.

''No comments.'' Zhou Zishu warns him, irritated at being interrupted.

He gives Wen Kexing a glare, promising vengeance, and the nuisance winks at him as they head towards the kitchen, joining Gu Xiang and Wei Ning.

Wen Kexing wrinkles his nose and looks scandalized when he sees the deplorable state of the said kitchen.

"What the hell is this?" He swears, shocked.

Neither of them say a word. Guilt fills the air. Lao Wen turns to face them, hands on his hips. Then, Zishu's arm raises to point at his disciple.

For his defense, he tried and his Shifu hasn't done better. Everyone needs to do its part during the festivities preparations. But apparently, cooking wasn't their specialty. At all.

"Fine. Get out. I don't want to see anyone near the kitchen." The guest orders while rolling up his sleeves.

"But- Shish-" Chengling tries.

"Especially not you, now shoo!" Wen Kexing interrupts before pushing him unceremoniously towards the hallway.

"Me too...?" Zishu asks innocently.

Wen Kexing seems hesitant, but finally conceeds, needing someone to show him where the cleaning products and utensils are stowed. Wu Xi and Jing Beiyuan come home an hour later, to find their kitchen is as shining as new. Kexing has prepared the starters and main course, while A-Xiang, Wei Ning and Chengling have dressed the dining table and were in the end authorized to take care of the dessert and biscuits. Only Zhou Zishu is forbidden to touch anything but to observes them while drinking a cup of wine. But he prefers it this way.

Aunti Luo and Qianqiao eventually join them, arms loaded with gifts and bottles of alcohol. Soon, the house is filled with laughter and a good smell coming from the oven. The dinner they share one hour later is delicious. They're finishing their drinks while talking about music when Chenling has an idea.

"Oh Shifu, can you sing us something?!"

Zhou Zishu shakes his head, embarrassed.

"No, stop, it's been forever, I don't know anymore-"

"Oh come on, on stage Master Zhou! Don't make yourself desired. We want to hear your sublime voice." Jing Beiyuan encourages his friend.

Da Wu seems to agree too. Jing Beiyuan gets up and squeezes Zishu's shoulders.

"For the memories of good old days?"

Everyone begins to beg Zishu, except Aunt Luo, who just looks at him silently with a hint of curiosity.

"Alright, alright, you won!" The winemaker surrenders, faced with so much insistence.

Delighted, Jing Beiyuan disappears for a second, before returning with a guqin. Zhou Zishu clears his throat before going for it. He begins to hum a tune, and soon he is clearly singing a free cover of the song Camellia Flower* while his friend Beiyuan plucks the strings beside him.

"He said her home,
Open camellias,
Every spring March...''

A-Xiang and Cao Wei Ning let out a surprised gasp. Jing Beiyuan smiles at Da Wu. Chengling actually has stars in his eyes. Aunt Luo and Qianqiao listen attentively, appreciative.

"...He always dreams about you in his dreams.
He says you're beautiful,
Like a flower.
A Camellia.
He hopes that one day,
He'll take you home..."

And Wen Kexing- Wen Kexing has stopped breathing. If A-Xu has an incredible voice when he speaks, his voice when he sings is no less sublime, deep and emotional. It seeps into him, into every corner of his being and Lao Wen finds himself desperately lost, helpless in front of him when Zishu's gaze rests on him for a moment.

"...Seventeen years old, eighteen.
Sneaking in whispers,
Shy answer, shy answer,
He always dreams about you in his dreams.
You're like a flower,
A camellia."

Zhou Zishu's gaze is lost in the distance during the final note. Wen Kexing's smile fades and his eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees the pain that veils his gaze.

The applause thunder though, forcing A-Xu to come back to the present. The melancholy is swept from his face as he compels a smile when his friends congratulate him. In his corner of the room, still very silent and observing, Lao Wen stares as the man he likes suppresses his emotions under a mask of composure. A-Xu eventually manages to find an excuse to escape the room for a bit.

Wen Kexing discreetly sneaks out of the room in turn and finds the singer leaning against the wall in the darkness of the corridor, arms crossed on his chest and a sorrow expression on his face.

''A-Xu... Are you alright?''

''Yes... No?'' He amends to tell the truth.

Wen Kexing comes closer to lay a hand on his arm for support, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He has guessed what it's about and waits patiently for him to open up and spill out the weight on his mind and heart.

''This song... We played it together, with Jiuxiao." Lao Zhou whispers with a sad smile. "He fell deeply in love with a girl and kept humming it every chance he got, dragging me along with him. I haven't sung it since... since he died."

''It's soul piercing... Thanks for sharing it with us this evening. I'm sure he would have been happy if you kept singing. You pay him a beautiful tribute.''

A-Xu lifts his chin to meet those gentle eyes, affected in more ways than one.

"Don't hold back. You have every right to be upset. I know how it feels.You miss only one person and the world becomes empty*."

A snort escapes Zishu's mouth and his lips slightly curve upwards.

"Spilling poetry again, uh?"

"Am I not right, though?"

Zhou Zishu sighs and nods weakly before closing his eyes. They stay like this for a few minutes without either of them speaking, the time needed for Zhou to let the pain embrace him fully until it subsides enough after having accepted it; until he can regain control over his emotions, Lao Wen by his side, being his anchor.

Feeling light-weighted anew, Zishu takes a deep breath.

"Thank you." He lets out before resting his forehead against Lao Wen's shoulder.

And for a minute he closes his eyes. Kexing closes his arm around his waist. Zishu lets himself lean in his embrace.

It feels right.

"Come on, it's time to open the presents now!" They hear Gu Xiang declares when they join their friends together.

"A-Xiang... The dessert-" Cao Wei Ning tries.

"Noooooooo, gifts opening first!"

Chuckles rises.

The whole assembly therefore goes in the living room to unwrap the presents. Zhou Zishu offers everyone a bottle from his vineyard in Porquerolles island, and he receives a magnificent tea set from his friends. No one escapes the ugly sweater customized by A-Xiang, not even A-Xu, who is forced to wear it like everyone else for the entire next hour.

The evening continues with laughter, until they all collapse from exhaustion. Zhou Zishu makes sure Chengling reaches his bed before heading back downstairs, the house now plunged into silence. With light steps, the man enters the living room lit by the soft dancing flame of candles and wood fire. Wen Kexing arrives a minute later and sees him sitting the closest he can to the fireplace, his legs drawn against his chest, head bowed, resting on his shoulder.

"Are they all finally in bed?"

Zhou Zishu turns his head towards him when he hears him approach.

"Yes, Chengling is already sleeping like a log."

"A-Xiang collapsed too, Wei Ning had to carry her up. We'll finally have peace until tomorrow."

Wen Kexing sits next to him in a relief sigh. He looks at Zishu, watching him as he tightens his arms around his legs.

"You would be warmer if you had kept your sweater on..."

"There's no way I'm putting this itchy thing back on. And what's more, it's ugly."

"That the point." Wen Kexing laughs softly.

Zhou Zishu shakes his head but smiles too. Wen Kexing grabs the blanket lying on the sofa behind them and places it on Zishu's back. The latter wraps himself in it and opens a flap, inviting Lao Wen to come closer before closing the fluffy blanket over them.

"Your little sister is..."

"...Noisy? Annoying?" His companion tries to figure out.

"Endeaboring."

Lao Wen guffaws, unable to contradict his choice of words. The two men fall into a comfortable silence, broken only by the crackling of logs burning in the hearth.

"...I'm glad you're here." Zhou Zishu murmurs. "This evening would have been a little less..."

"chaotic fun?"

"Yeah, exactly."

The confession makes the tall man smile. He reaches for his pocket, pulling out a package to reveal it to A-Xu's sight. The winemaker looks at him questioningly when the he hands it to him.

"Merry Christmas, A-Xu."

Surprised, the latter delicately grabs the package, before pulling on the ribbon to lift the lid.

An hairpin lies in a burgundy case, immaculate white.

''May I?''

He takes the item out of its box and A-Xu tilts his head forward so he can tuck it into his bun. Kexing smiles, satisfied.

"Lao Wen." He breathes after looking up to stare at him, moved.

''Ah, it's nothing. It's just... I don't know why, but when I saw it in the shop I thought... I thought it would suits you?" He waves his arms, suddenly shy.

A flustered Wen Kexing is cute and Zhou Zishu, affected, plants a kiss on his cheek, at the corner of his lips.

When they go upstairs, they discover that the only spare room has only one bed.

''Oh... Should I- go sleep on the couch downstairs-''

''Lao Wen.'' Zishu stops him, holding him by the elbow, pragmatic. ''There's plenty of room for two in this bed.''

''Yes-sure.'' He responds hurriedly.

Zhou closes the door behind them, and, lit only by the rays of the moon, begins to undress. Wen discreetly bites his lip before imitating him. A-Xu quickly slips under the covers, emitting a grunt of satisfaction, soon joined by the taller one.

Although exhausted, the New Yorker is unable to close his eyes, all too aware of the presence of the handsome man at his side. In addition, he can't get warm, the sheets are cold and soon a long shiver runs along his spine... His body tenses, beyond his control and he hears Zhou Zishu move and the rustling of the sheets being lifted.

''Lao Wen...'' He calls out.

''Hm?''

He rolls to the side to face him.

''Come over there.'' He invites him.

His stomach twists pleasantly and he moves closer until Zishu can wrap his arm around his shoulder, pressing him close to his body to share his warmth.

Wen Kexing's head rests in the hollow of his collarbone, his nose rubbing against his neck, tickling him.

Zhou closes his eyes and inhales, nose buried in Wen's long hair. He feels his companion's fingers wander over his skin, slowly sliding down his chest to stop on top of his heart.

The oldest knows that he is succumbing to his devastating charm.

After the night they experienced three days earlier, the winemaker is sure that nothing will be the same again. Typically, he would never let someone hold him like that after a one night stand - or two with him now, actually. But Wen Kexing is... He's more than just an inconsequential love affair. Lao Zhou feels he is more than just a crush at this point and he can't change anything about it... So, he lets the man rests there, in the crook of his arms, his relaxed body curled against his own, to appreciate this short moment suspended in time.And he manages to fall asleep without difficulty, unlike every night he spends alone.

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Wen Kexing is seated at the tea shop and brooding. He whines out loud."What should I do? He's probably leaving, his plane takes off in a few hours..." He mumbles.A disenchanted sigh escapes the mouth of the person sitting across from him."He's your boyfriend, aren't you going to stop him from leaving?"

"He's not- He's not my boyfriend..." Pouts the grown man.

"Lord have mercy on my poor soul... I saw how you stared at him the last time you were here. How both of you looked at each other - you literally devoured each other with your eyes! It's disgusting. There's something between you, it can be guessed only by your happy fool smile when you've been reading his text messages on your phone for months..."

It was just a one-night stand, nothing more!'' Lao Wen tries to convince the man or rather to convince himself, but his heart is not fooled, because he is far too smitten.

He is inexorably attracted to A-Xu and he knows all too well from the start that it is a frighteningly wonderful idea yet a terrible mistake.

''Stop whining like a kid. You are pathetic. You're taking away my appetite.''

"You are a heartless monster Ye Bai Yi! No wonder you're still single at your old age!"

"You-! ..."

Wen Kexing glares at him but his eyes are tinged with sadness and regret. He feels helpless. So he looks down at his files to escape the painful reality.

"...You're drowning yourself in work to avoid thinking about it, but when you'll get your head up from your papers it'll be too late, kid. Wake up."

"But he's not-"

He's not my boyfriend... No... He's so much more, endlessly more... He's my Zhiji*, my Soulmate."

It's at this very moment he realizes it. And makes the decision of his lifetime, as stupid as it could be. He stands up abruptly, almost knocking over the tea cups before rushing out of the tea shop to hail a taxi. All the way to the airport, his heart is pounding and throat is knotted by apprehension as he's hoping he's not too late.

''Took him long enough...'' Ye Bai Yi mutters shoving yet another cupcake into his mouth, once the annoying kid is out of sight.

This insolent young man had come to lament his fate at his table and had been harping on for a good thirty minutes even though he hadn't asked for anything, preventing him from enjoying his break.And what's more, he left without paying.

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48 hours later...

Zhou Zishu takes his neatly folded clothes out of his suitcase and puts them meticulously in his closet. There's only one sweater left and unpacking will be done. However, he pauses his gesture above the suitcase, staring at this sweater - Wen Kexing's sweater - with the feeling that his stomach is twisting painfully. He forgot to give it back... Slowly squeezing the garment between his fingers, he brings it to his face and buries his nose in the pleasantly soft texture. His scent is still there and he breath deeply.

He remembers his dark eyes, sparkling with mischief and adoration; his voice, full of joy and tenderness; and his arms which tightens around him with gentleness and firmness for a desperate embrace while he whispers these few little words in his ear, in the middle of New York airport...

"A-Xu...-"

Someone's knocking at his door, interrupting his thoughts. A-Xu reluctantly places the sweater on his bed and goes open to the visitor.

"Zishu ! Welcome back home!"

"Han Ying'' He greets his friend with a smile before letting him in to offer him some tea.

The two men sit down at the kitchen table. Zhou Zishu stirs his spoon silently while his friend stares at him curiously.

"So, tell me everything, your little holiday trip in New York, how was it? How did Chengling do at the championships?"

"Cheng Ling has excelled. As for this city... A living hell, people and cars everywhere. It's noisy and dirty as it can be." The winemaker replies with a disgusted wince.

"But then... Why do you look so sad...?"

And Zhou Zishu is unable to answer him, easily unmasked by Han Ying who reads him like an open book because he is overwhelmed by irrepressible feelings that are too powerful to remain buried any longer.

To be continued... ?

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! EXTRA n°1 !

His mood is very gloomy and his face closed as he prepares his suitcase the following evening. He is happy to return to his home, his peace. But he feels an emptiness in his heart that cannot be filled. The doorbell rings and Wu Xi goes to open. He hears the postman's voice but only turns around when his friend calls him.

"Zishu... ?"

He then discovers his stunned look while he holds an enormous bouquet of white and red flowers in his hands.

"It's quite a bouquet." Zhou Zishu remarks in amazement. "Beiyuan doesn't do things by halves."

"Zishu... It's not for me. There's your name written on the card."

"Pardon...?"

"Those are Camellias*."

Zhou Zishu freezes before walking over to open the card and read it.

[for A-Xu. Sincerely yours, WKX]

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! EXTRA n°2 !

BORN TO BE SOULMATE

"I've found you."

"A-Xu! Will you wait for me ?"

These words echo in his mind, tirelessly, until they occupy all his thoughts, so much so that he feels nauseous.Motionless in his living room plunged into darkness, Zhou Zishu remembers the scene with a heavy heart.

"A-Xu !!!"

Lao Wen's voice rose in the middle of the airport, aiming to be heard above the crowds and the announcements. The traveler stopped and turned to look in amazement at the tall, dark-haired man who was running through the crowd, making his way through the middle of the boarding queue in order to get to him. As soon as he reached him, out of breath, he threw himself on him to trap him between his arms in a sudden and desperate embrace, as if his life depended on it. Zhou Zishu shivered, feeling his erratic breathing against his ear as he buried his nose in his hair. When Wen Kexing finally pulled away, it was to anchor his dark eyes full of emotion in his. A-Xu could read anxiety, fear, affection and hope mixed together...

"A-Xu.. ."

"Lao Wen? What's wrong?"

"I want to live a simple life, without regret, A-Xu!"

Zhou Xu frowned, having difficulty following his abrupt and incoherent statement."Lao Wen, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing matters but my Soulmate. This part of me that I've always missed, this person who completes me... But I found him... I found you. I'm ready to leave everything behind to follow you."

Zhou's eyes widened in shock, as Wen Kexing placed his palm on his cheek. The winemaker froze, his fingers clenching on the other man's shirt. His throat went dry and he had to lick his lips to hope for an audible response.

''Lao Wen...''

The rest of his sentence hung in the air as he weighed the words that might pass his lips.

He only supposed to be a one-nightstand. Six months ago, when Wen Kexing, an American tourist visiting France, found himself stranded on the island where he lives, they spent a passionate night and the next day, the stranger left as he came . However, their paths had crossed again in New York, during these Christmas holidays and they had once again abandoned themselves in each other's arms. Lao Wen had even seduced him, offering him a dance as sensual as it was captivating.

The last call for his boarding sounded behind his back and he finally closed his mouth, without having given a response, letting his hand slide from his partner's hip to fall along his body.

"I must go, Lao  Wen..."

The traveler turned away from his lover.

"A-Xu!"

At his plea, he stopped again and turned one last time to listen to what he had to say.

' "Call me .''

''I will...''

Zhou swallows hard and opens his eyes. Sitting on his window sill, a cup of steaming tea in his hands, his gaze fixed on the storm looming on the horizon, Zhou Zishu wonders if love is as fleeting as life. If it arrives as suddenly as the storm, beats as powerfully as the waves that break on the shore, only to head back as quickly, leaving only destruction and rubble as the only trace of its passage, behind it.

The wind whistles against the windowpanes, carrying messages.

Lao Wen, it seems to whisper cruelly in the ears of the man who listens to it, hissing his name like a curse.

In the distance, the sky is getting darker and darker. The waves roar, breaking violently against the rocks at the foot of the cliff.

Lao Wen.

He has met him on a stormy day like this. A single night had been enough for his heart to be capsized. The passion, intense, burning, devouring. Then the calm, the silence, the absence that followed his departure, leaving him both satiated and empty.

And life resumed its course, as if nothing at all had happened. As if this wandering traveler had only been a story with no future, a moment of passing madness in his boring routine. He, who appreciated solitude, finds it very stifling now...

But then, three months later, he discovered that this gorgeous and malicious stranger's number was in his contact list on his phone.

Wen Kexing, in a purely impulsive act, had recorded his number while he was still asleep. It was a risky bet. Wen Kexing was hoping for a return, a reciprocal feeling. Yet, time passed without his crush making contact and Wen Kexing tried to forget him.

And now, three months later, Zhou Zishu called him.

Lao Wen.

Struggle is a losing battle. The winemaker longs for him. Of his gaze so intense that it is capable of flustering him, of making him blush. With his long fingers, cold but delicate. Of his body covering his, warm, protective, and quite possessive. Of his voice, sometimes smooth, sometimes playful, sending shivers down his spine every time he says his name.

Zhou Zi Shu once again imagines Lao Wen's hands running along his bare chest, his warm breath on his neck, his arms surrounding him to draw him closer. The winemaker closes his eyes and shrugs one shoulder to chase away his thoughts as well as the shiver that threatens to travel up his spine before raising the cup to his nose, inhaling the voluptuous fragrant steams. Bergamot. When he opens his eyes, he feels soothed. A sensation which will unfortunately only be temporary. He places the cup on the small table next to him and looks at his hands. He barely sees the tips of his fingers protruding from the overly large sweater he is wearing. A borrowed sweater, never returned to his true owner.

The sweater that his Wen Kexing lent him the evening they met for the second time, in New York, during his trip last winter. A trip that has changed everything...

The first drop of rain hits the window before rolling down the flat surface, leaving a wet trail behind it. Seen from the outside, one might think of a tear running down the man's cheek.

Soon, a second drop crashes, followed by thousands more. Even the light from the lighthouse has a hard time piercing the thick curtain of rain which falls on the small French island which then disappears out of sight of the mainland.

Footsteps echo in the room, muffled by the deafening noise of the flood.The reflection of a human silhouette appears in the window. A-Xu turns his head and his expression softens, although a glint of sadness remains in his eyes.It seems that every tragedy in his life begins and ends with a storm.

"Shifu..." The boy whispers.

"It's nothing Chengling, just the storm, you can go back to sleep."

"I can't. I can"t stop to think about him..."

Zhou Zi Shu gets up to join Chengling who puts his arms around his waist, hiding his tears in Zishu's sweater. The oldest rubs his back to comfort him. The recent death of Uncle Li was a big blow for the young boy and Zhou Zishu had taken him under his wing, having no one else to rely on.

"When do you think Wen Shushu will come join us?"

His master regains his footing in reality, ceasing to stare into space.

"I don't know Chengling..."

He had made him a promise... But will he keep it?

Zhou looks down at the red bracelet adorning his wrist, and a slight smile forms on his lips, while hope blooms again in his heart, as he thinks back to their last exchange, in the airport.

"Zhiji.''

Zhou Zi Shu stopped abruptly in the departure hall, his throat tight."I can't imagine my life without you. You are my family - I want you to become my family. This is my only desire now. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. destiny made us meet. It is at your side that I find meaning in my life, my place in this world. I was born for this. Born to be with you."Zhou Zishu slowly turned back to Wen Kexing."I will come to you, my Zhiji... Will you wait for me?"He still hears himself saying to Lao Wen, who has revealed his feelings for him:"I will wait for you."Wen Kexing slid the palm of his hand across his neck, stroking his jaw line with infinite affection with his thumb. With a sinking heart, A-Xu raised his head and watched him lean down to steal one last kiss. Their lips barely brushed. The gesture was tender. Lao Wen slid his fingers along his palm before letting him walk away so that he could board the plane, while clutching the red thread of destiny* between his fingers, offered as a promise.I will come to you, as I did in my previous life.I will wait for you. In this life, as in the next.He was only supposed to be a one-night stand, a passionate love affair without commitment. But feelings got involved. This bond that unites them, this intangible thread that brings them back to each other again and again; They can't get rid of it. It is impossible to break. They are made for each other, it is undeniable and inevitable. But although destiny persists on bringing them together, life continues to keep them apart. Life plays hide and seek with them. Never together, but never apart. There is no question of waiting or hoping in vain. They only have to know how to let things come and go at their own pace.So who knows what might still happen in the future...?

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GLOSSARY :

*The red thread of destiny: Two people linked by the red thread are lovers destined to be together, regardless of place, time or circumstances. This magic cord can stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or twin flame.

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! EXTRA n°3 !

BOUND TO BE FAMILY

Today he no longer lives for himself but for her. Because she needs him.Wen Kexing was not ready to become a big brother, or a father. not today, not tomorrow, not ever. But he had no choice. He couldn't get away. That would have condemned her. Gu Xiang was now his one and only family. And he had the duty to help her. The cry of his heart was similar to his own. He, too, had lost his parents at a very young age.That day, in front of his parents' grave, Wen Kexing put one foot on the ground, to stand at his height.''A-Xiang, do you want to live with me?''The child raised his lost eyes towards him and nodded imperceptibly, sealing their fate for both of them.Maybe by helping his heart heal, he will heal his own at the same time.

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One summer evening, during their trip in France, sitting behind her, Wen Kexing watches the sun set, leaving the sky adorned with a flamboyant orange and a pink as soft as a rose petal. He looks down for a moment at Wei Ning's fingers as they brush against those of his protégée, seeking physical contact but also an even more intimate connection, that of the soul. Gu Xiang's eyes move back up the arm, towards his companion's face. the young man smiles at her with a tenderness that touches her heart and everything seems more beautiful, sweeter, easier. Cao covers A-Xiang's hand and gently closes his fingers over hers, intertwining them together.

What if that was the definition of happiness?Wen Kexing wondered if he too would one day find his other half.When he first meets Zhou Zishu the following day, he is overcome with doubt about his identity. When he was younger, he closely followed martial arts champions. His idol looks like the man he currently has in front of him... Could it be...? He needs to check if his doubts are founded.It turns out that fate does things well.

to be continued...?