I returned to Beijing alone. As soon as I got off the plane, the agent, who came to pick me up, immediately told me with a flustered expression: “Your fight with Leo in Sanya was filmed by someone. There are photos and videos. Now it’s about to get troublesome.”
The rumors about the band dissolving started to spread rampantly again. However, different from the groundless accusations of the past, this time there was finally solid evidence of our disharmony.
In the eyes of the fans, he and I already had a deep, long grudge between us. Not long ago, there was a beverage commercial that was originally supposed to be filmed by him. Well-informed fans already heard of this. However, when the commercial broadcasted, the representative switched to me instead. The truth was that he didn’t want to film it and recommended me to the company. However in the eyes of the fans, this was me stealing his endorsement. The two of us had similar looks and about the same height. He also loved to dress himself like we were twins, dying his hair the same color and wearing the same style of casual clothes as me. People unfamiliar with the two of us couldn’t even tell us apart. Because of this, fans universally believed that the company wanted us to head down the same development path, which definitely would result in a lot of competition over various resources. How could our relationship be good?
The current agent was extremely different from the previous one. This one was a silly nagger, who knew about my relationship with Leo. He also knew that our fights were a daily occurrence so he didn’t even ask about what happened before saying: “I already told you guys. Can’t you guys just solve your problems with a good fuck? Why do you guys have to get physical? Look look look. You guys got filmed, happy now? Right now he’s not answering my phone. Hurry up and coax him happy, then send a Weibo together to act cute and express that your relationship is quite good. Otherwise, if this continues, the fans will end up exploding the company’s phones with their calls.”
I didn’t say anything. If Leo wasn’t answering the agent’s calls, he’s even less likely to answer mine.
The agent browsed his phone and suddenly said in shock: “No way. The fans say that Leo unfollowed you.”
Me: “…….”
He looked at me with bewilderment and uncertainty and asked: “You guys aren’t playing around this time?”
That’s right. We’re not playing around. We really broke up.
Compared to Sanya, which was warm like the summer, Beijing was so cold, it was practically unreal. On the way home, I was so frozen it felt like icicles were forming within my bones.
I was no longer living together with Zhao ZhengYi at this time. A few months ago, the band became extremely popular. The company arranged for new apartment suites. They were well furnished double suites. Therefore, Abel and I lived together in one of the suites. Leo stayed overnight a few times and disliked it for being inconvenient. Later on, I went to his place instead and basically didn’t live here much.
Abel most likely has seen the news and rumors posted online already. Seeing me return, he didn’t say anything.
No one was able to contact Leo. The fans argued up a bloody storm online. The company’s PR team could only do their best to deny it, saying that it wasn’t a fight, that it was only a rowdy game between boys. They also bought a water army to forcibly disseminate discussions about Leo and my CP. Unfortunately, the two of us had very few interactions in commercial performances and tv programs. Boyband fans were most enthusiastic in creating CPs between members of the group. The two of us both have CP fans with every other group member, but our own CP was completely neglected. Neither of our fan groups like the other. His fans keep calling me “White lotus Xie”. My fans insult him all day, calling him “King stallion”. When the discussions of our CP started spreading, not only was it unsuccessful, it encountered mockery and ridicule from the audience instead.
The fans argued for two days and two nights. On the third day, just as my group mates and I were in the company, listening to the agent saying that there’s a commercial performance tomorrow, Leo pushed the door open and walked in.
After a moment of surprise from everyone, pretty much everyone turned to look at me.
He only gave me a glance before turning his head to the side and saying: “Having a meeting? About what?”
Unable to really scold him, the agent explained courteously: “Coincidentally, there’s a performance tomorrow. I was just fretting over what to do if you didn’t return. It’s good that you’re back. What have you been busy with the last few days? Not even answering a call?”
Without any expression on his face, he said coldly: “My phone broke. I just bought a new one and came to ask for time off. Don’t call me for activities around this time. I’m not participating.”
The agent said: “This is not really……”
He had a face of impatience: “Can’t ask for time off? Then I’m quitting the band. Notify me once you finish calculating the penalty fee. I’m leaving.”
After saying this, he left irresponsibly.
The agent stood there dumbfounded for quite awhile before finally giving chase hastily. From afar, I could still hear him say: “Leo, if you really need to ask for days off, it’s not non-negotiable. Let me give a call to the higher ups and ask.”
My group mates looked at each other in dismay. Abel said quietly: “Is the team leader really going to quit the band?”
No one answered. Everyone all looked at me.
Gloomy from the stares, I also stood up and left.
After exiting, I saw in the distance, the agent was still chasing after him, talking nonstop. He had both hands stuffed inside his coat pockets and was only focused on walking forward, pretty much not even listening to what the agent was saying.
I also have a similar one to the army green down jacket that he was wearing. However, the style of the pockets weren’t quite the same. It was picked out by him. He said it was a matching couple’s outfit. After buying it, he tried it out in front of the mirror at home. He said I wore it better than him. Actually, I thought he looked much better wearing it. He was paler than me, more suitable for this color.
He looked best wearing army green and purple.
Half a year ago, on the day that he confessed to me, he was wearing a purple sports jacket. Because he did something wrong, he had just gotten beaten up by his older brother. His face was bruised and swollen, but when he looked at me with those bright eyes, he was exceptionally beautiful.
I had always ridiculed his fans for being unable to discern him properly and see through his true nature. However, I wasn’t really any better. Didn’t I also get entranced by his outer appearance just the same and returned his love confession like I had been possessed?
After we got together, he continued the same as before, touching girls’ hands in front of me, or even their chests. In the beginning, when I got mad and beat him up, he’d still feel scared and swear to the heavens that he’d never do it again in the future. Later on, his skin thickened slowly from the beatings, even his promises became more and more perfunctory; not to mention, he had this screwed up logic of ‘As long as I control my lower body, that means I’m completely loyal and devoted to you.”
My style has always been to be more rational than emotional. Since that time, I already knew that we wouldn’t have any good results. After thinking about it for a few months, I figured that once my fans reached 10 million or I signed as the male lead in a film, I’d break up with him calmly and peacefully. Then he could continue to be his Sanlitun ladykiller in the future, and I’d also return to being a cunning straight guy, who’s only focused on gaining fame. No one would beat him up again for touching girls. I’d also stop getting angry because there’s someone who keeps seducing me everyday without wanting to take responsibility.
In this original plan, no one would feel heartbroken. In fact, we could have had a parting fuck and then patted each other on the shoulders before telling each other goodbye and returning to our own paths in life.
Even though the process deviated from the original plan, at least the ending was the same. I wanted to break up anyway.
Sure enough, he no longer participated in any of the various band activities. The company couldn’t do anything about this. They had no choice but to announce to the outside that he was under a lot of pressure at work, which caused issues to his health; he needed to rest for a while.
Since he never showed up, the agent suggested that I take over the role of group leader when the band got together to perform. I declined and didn’t accept. In the end, Carl was the one who became this substitute group leader.
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Two months ago, I went to audition for this pretty good IP series. Right now, they have decided on using me as their male lead. My everyday life, besides participating in commercial performances, was to stay at home and read the script.
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I was somewhat confused and said: “His friends are all rich and love to squander, but they don’t do anything excessive.”
“I wish that were true.” The agent listed a person’s name and said: “Do you know him? He was publicly reported by the people of Chao Yang and went to prison once. You should know that it’s very hard to wean off that kind of thing after experiencing it once. Leo is hanging around him everyday right now. Leo is a guy who loves to play. Who can guarantee he won’t get instigated to give it a try?”
I instantly fell silent.
The agent said: “I went to his home in search of him just now. He was sleeping in the bedroom by himself. He drank a lot. I called for quite a while and couldn’t wake him up. Who knows if he touched that stuff or not. His home was fuming with smoke. There were men and women. No one was wearing clothes and that wasn’t even the worst thing, I’m afraid it has truly become a drug addict’s den. I didn’t dare to talk to any of those people and left in a hurry. You guys have been fighting for over a month. Hurry up and reconcile already. He doesn’t listen to anyone except you. You need to try to persuade him. He can’t continue like this or else he will really become wasted.”
Hanging up the phone, I read two more pages of my script before feeling unable to read anymore.
Does that dumbass know what he’s doing? Surprisingly, his big brother wasn’t even watching him?
I didn’t buy a car. Before going out of town, Abel left his car key for me. I drove his car over.
Pressing the doorbell, a half-naked man inside opened the door for me. Taking a few glances at me, he recognized me and said: “Aiyo, isn’t this Wang Chao’s band mate?”
He turned sideways to make space. I stepped inside. Like what the agent had said, the entire place was a den of obscenity. Several people were lying haphazardly all over the floor. Who knew if they were intoxicated or unconscious. On the sofa, there was a woman riding on top of a man, moving herself up and down energetically with a very strange expression on her face. Inside the place, there was also a strange rotten smell. Some aluminum foil was scattered on the coffee table.
The man that opened the door yawned while saying: “He’s sleeping inside this room. You can go in by yourself.”
After saying this, he laid down on the ground and hugged the waist of a man to the side. The person being hugged was covered heavily in makeup, wearing fake lashes, and only wearing a thong, possibly a male prostitute.
I pushed open the bedroom door and entered. There was no smell in here like there was outside. I looked around. There was also nothing strange on the head of the bed, table, or carpet.
He nested sideways in the bed, sleeping very soundly. After I walked closer, I could smell some liquor.
I called out to him. He didn’t respond.
I sat down next to the bed and stared at his face for a while.
After not seeing him for a month, he seemed to be somewhat skinnier. There were also black circles under his eyes and his lips looked pale.
I grabbed a corner of the blanket, lifted it, and looked down. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. It wasn’t as unsightly as I thought.
Perhaps feeling the cold, he moved his body and rolled the blankets back in annoyance. With his eyes still closed, he swore in disgust: “Get lost. No more games.”
I said: “It’s me.”
His entire person flinched briefly. Slowly he opened his eyes. However, he didn’t look at me. After a moment, he said: “What did you come here for?”
I didn’t answer him.
He climbed up and sat, leaning against the head of the bed. Finally he looked towards me. However, his face was completely cold and indifferent.
I asked him: “Who are those people outside?”
His tone was very sharp: “What’s it to you.”
I didn’t want to argue with him: “The agent asked me to persuade you to not touch anything you shouldn’t touch. I said what I needed to say.” I stood up and then said: “You’re on your own. Goodbye.”
I felt like I couldn’t manage him anymore. Even when we were together, I couldn’t manage him. Now that we’re apart, I had even less rights. Might as well tell his big brother and have his big brother come over to discipline him.
After I took a few steps away, he suddenly said: “Stop right there.”
I turned my head and said: “What?”
He stared at me, eyes somewhat vicious, and said: “Didn’t you miss me, even a little?”
Me: “……”
He said in a malicious and resentful tone: “I also didn’t miss you. Now get lost.”
What the fuck.
He lifted the blankets and laid back down again. During this movement, he revealed the cellphone under the blankets. The screen was cracked like a spiderweb.
With a twitch in my heart, I said: “Didn’t you buy a new cellphone? Why are you still using that useless broken thing?”
He snapped up in a sitting position, grabbed that cellphone, and instantly threw it at me. I reached out and caught it. He glared and cursed, saying: “Who cares about this useless broken thing. Take it with you and get lost.”
I held the cellphone, not knowing if I should laugh or cry: “Don’t care yet you were still hugging it in your sleep?”
He was about to explode in anger: “Who the fuck would hug a broken cellphone to sleep? Are you getting lost or not? Don’t blame me for being rude if you keep hanging around here.”
I placed the cellphone into my pocket, turned around, and made it seem like I was leaving. I heard a clamor coming from behind me. He charged over from behind, went past me, and locked the door of the room from the inside.
I said: “How am I supposed to get lost with the door locked?”
He didn’t seem to think himself contradictory at all and said righteously: “I changed my mind, alright? Letting you leave like this is letting you off way too easily.”
I said: “I fucked you for half a year. That was indeed pretty advantageous for me.”
He gave me a vicious kick. I gave him a slap across the face.
He slapped back.
We both had one reddened cheek respectively as we glared at each other.
He insulted me: “Ass kisser.”
I returned it back to him: “Big dumbass.”
He said in towering fury: “Fuck you. Are you heartless or something? Did I mistreat you? You lied to me! And acted so fucking real too!” He cursed himself hoarse, chest rising and falling violently.
I raised my hand, wanting to touch his face. He smacked away my hand. I inhaled and said: “You weren’t pretending? Saying verbally that you liked me, saying you wanted to be with me for an entire lifetime, yet you still kept on flirting with girls. Since you like girls, then stop pretending to like me.”
He pointed at himself and said furiously: “Me, pretending? Quit acting innocent while reaping all the benefits. Do you have any sense of shame?! Why didn’t you fucking take a moment to think, if I didn’t like you, why would I let you top me? Behind doors, I already let you top me whenever you wanted. When I head out, can’t I even get a little handsy? If you allowed me to touch you as I pleased, why would I fucking need to touch other people!”
Just look here. See how justified he felt.
Like two roosters in a cock fight, we glared at each other for quite a while, neither able to convince the other with our logic.
I was a bit tired and didn’t want to discuss it anymore. I said: “Did you take drugs like those people outside?”
Stunned briefly, he said: “No.”
He had a lot of issues, but he never lies. He said he didn’t. I believed him. I said: “No is good. Stop playing with them so much. Remember to wear a condom when you have casual fucks.”
He got pissed off again and said: “Who do you think I am? Like hell I’d randomly fuck them!”
I was a bit irritated and said: “Remember to wear a condom no matter who you casually fuck.”
He said with a strange expression on his face: “It’s not like you’re willing to wear a condom.”
Me: “……”
He said: “I promised I wouldn’t randomly mess with other people. That meant I definitely wouldn’t mess around.”
He paused. Then he said awkwardly: “Xie ZhuXing, let’s get back together.”
I was somewhat speechless: “You don’t care that I lied to you anymore?”
He said quietly: “I thought it through. Originally, it was me who liked you anyway. It’s fine even if you don’t like me. Actually, you acted extremely well. If I didn’t have itchy hands and saw your WeChat, I wouldn’t have noticed at all. I really believed that you liked me very much.”
Me: “……”
He actually looked somewhat pitifully at me and said: “If you want resources, I’ll give you resources. If I can’t give it to you, I can beg my big brother. He has plenty of ways. I can give you whatever you want. In the future, I won’t look at your cellphone anymore. We can pretend none of that happened. You can still treat me the same way as before, alright?”
I actually felt a slight pain to the left side of my chest.
He had locked himself inside his home for a month and this was the resolution he came up with? Wasn’t he very capable? He could have just told his big brother to blacklist me; dragged his gang of scoundrels over to beat me up; secretly created trouble and problems for me. He could have done anything. Why did he need to lower himself to beg me to continue deceiving him?
This dumbass.
I pushed him to the side of the bed and pressed down to kiss him viciously. Hands reaching into his clothes, I rubbed and squeezed his body forcefully. He had always liked this kind of rough foreplay and very quickly got hard. I reached down to touch it. It was alarmingly wet.
I asked him: “You didn’t do it at all this month?”
Pleasured by my touches, he said in a very aroused tone: “No. When I missed you unbearably, I fapped twice.”
I helped him stroke it a few times and kissed him, saying: “Want to top me?”
Originally, he was panting with half-lidded eyes. Abruptly, he opened his eyes wide and looked at me with a completely incredulous expression.
I wasn’t teasing him at all and asked in an extremely certain voice: “Yes or no?”
He swallowed his saliva and said: “Yes.”
I turned myself over and laid next to him: “Come then.”
He hesitated for a moment before finally leaning over me. I pressed my hand against the back of his head and kissed him deeply. I could feel that both his body and mouth were somewhat taut.
I said deliberately: “I’m letting you top. Now you’re afraid to do it?”
Sure enough, he was provoked to reply: “Who said I was afraid?”
He touched my butt a few times and slowly groped over to that place.
His movements were very light. He only used his hand to touch around gently on the outside, without inserting it in the end.
At the start, I still felt it to be somewhat strange. For a moment, I suspected that I might not be able to accept it. However, when I remembered that the other person was him, it didn’t seem that impossible after all.
He looked at me tentatively. I gave him a smile and waited for him to insert his fingers inside and spread me apart.
He, however, stopped at this time and lowered down to embrace me tightly. He buried his face into my shoulders and said: “You really like me?”
I embraced him back and said: “Really.”
He said: “I don’t believe you, you ass-kisser.”
I said: “Then don’t believe me. Why are you crying?”
He cursed saying, “Fuck you, like hell I’m crying. You big dumbass, ass-kisser, scheming bitch. I’m going to fuck you to death.”
While he swore at me, he also bit me. Despite saying verbally that he was going to fuck me to death, the intestinal fluids in his butt flowed down his legs.
I felt it, and also became hard. However, I didn’t move, thinking to myself, I have already promised to let him top me.
However, he began to bite me even harder and even got pissed off, saying: “Are you still not fucking coming inside? I’m about to die of need.”
After not doing it for more than a month, not only was he desperately tight, the way he screamed in bed was also 30% more unrestrained and lewd.
After doing it, I asked him: “If I let you touch me whenever you want, you won’t touch others outside anymore?”
He grumbled and groaned: “No. With you available, why would I want to touch them?”
I grabbed his hand and let him touch me. He was extremely delighted and touched me from my face to my toes.
I think my head must have turned muddled from love and lust, because I suddenly wanted to say, even if he’s a dumbass, a teddy poodle, so what? Ultimately, he was mine. Every part of him was mine.
December 31, our group participated in a New Year’s Eve concert on satellite TV. Leo, who had not appeared for a long time, returned officially to the band; all the members were reunited.
When the performance ended and we were getting offstage, he ran over to me specifically to drag me off while holding my hand.
I said: “What are you doing?”
He answered arrogantly: “The fans are always saying we don’t have CP feel everyday. I want them to take a good look at what’s called ‘a well-matching couple’.”
Showing off PDA in front of the fans like this, how fucking childish. I thought as I held his hand.
A female performer greeted us as she passed by. She wore a low-cut attire, white and big.
He didn’t withdraw his gaze until the person walked far off into the distance. I gave him a sideways glance.
He said with a face of innocence: “Am I not even allowed to look?”
I was too lazy to bother with him. Turning around, I walked away.
He caught up to me and asked with a grin: “There’s a reality show in February. Do you want a permanent spot on the team?”
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