TL/N: There is a slight/mild NSFW section in the beginning of this chapter. Please proceed with that in mind! (To skip that section, jump to the first set of six ellipses)
“Ah… holy sh*t. What are you doing? You scared me to death.”
The instant Zhang Jing closed the door, even before he had time to turn on the lights, someone pulled him by his neck and leaned forward to suck on his earlobes.
Zhang Jing’s bitten ear perked up by the sudden intrusion of senses as he reached for the person behind him. “Can’t you at least wait until I turn on the lights? When did you even arrive?”
A voice several intervals deep shivered through the sultry air, slightly gasping on hastened breaths, “This afternoon. Why are you home so late?”
“Why didn’t you call me?” Zhang Jing turned around to tightly squeeze the person behind, his eyes urgently chasing Ji Dongxun’s lips in the darkness.
Ji Dongxun coyly slipped his hands into Zhang Jing’s t-shirt sleeves, and traveled even further to pinch his waist. When he ascertained Zhang Jing’s lips, he proceeded to bite down on the lower lip. “Jing Baby, I miss you so much…”
This sentence nearly melted Zhang Jing’s heart into a puddle of goo, so he grasped the back of Ji Dongxun’s head to push their lips closer to each other.
In the dark, the two of them wished to crush each other and meld into one body to constantly reciprocate love.
“Babe.” Ji Dongxun placed his hands against the wall, with Zhang Jing trapped in his enclosure. His shoulder and crotch lightly hovered over Zhang Jing. He asked with a hoarse voice, “Do you miss me? Tell me…”
Zhang Jing’s hands drifted along Ji Dongxun’s back, showing no signs of parting from his body. He greedily drank in the undulating figure of Ji Dongxun’s body, eyes glowing viciously in the dark. “You were gone for five days. I looked at your pictures for five whole days! Do you think I missed you or not?”
Ji Dongxun frantically unfastened Zhang Jing’s belt, forcefully pulling it once his patience ran out. The metal buckle crisply echoed against the floor—and this signal, this cue, preluded another intense night.
Amorously kissing and panting, shadows overlapping and interchanging…
“How are you… Uugh… How are you so handsome?” Zhang Jing bit on Ji Dongxun’s neck, briefly imagining he was biting open his artery and sucking on his blood.
Ji Dongxun embraced him tightly in his arms, despite both of them being imbued by a thin sheen of sweat. The atmosphere was almost scalding.
In each other’s arms, they held the person they adored the most—everything about each other exalting into the new standard of perfection. After a long feverish hour, both of them exhausted all their energy. Droplets of sweat stained the bed, leaving tiny puddles on the cluttered bed sheets.
Zhang Jing, still cosying up in Ji Dongxun’s arms, placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Why do I… love you so much.”
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Ji Dongxun’s eyes overflowed with such warm affection, even his chiseled facial features seemed to soften as he caressed Zhang Jing’s back. He got off the bed and whispered into Zhang Jing’s ears, “Come here, honey. Let’s go shower.”
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Carrying him in his arms, Ji Dongxun slowly walked to the bathroom. “You are a kid. From now on, I’ll carry you to the bathroom whenever you want. I’ll scrub off all the dust on your body, then we happily go to sleep in each other’s arms.”
Zhang Jing buried his head further into Ji Dongxun’s collarbone, and his eyes watered.
Why is he this nice?
Why do I love him so much?
……
Zhang Jing raised his head, kept his eyes shut, and waited for the water to slam against his face. Closing his eyes called forth that specific memory, witnessing the especially clear portrayal of his face and Ji Dongxun’s face.
He collapsed, leaning on the wall, and greeted the familiar darkness once again, reminiscing the night that was far beyond his grasp.
Suddenly, he heard Ji Dongxun’s voice and his eyes shot open despite himself. The same eyes that overflowed with sheer resplendent affection.
Since he just pulled himself out of the recollection of that night, he forgot to suppress the overbearing urge to look at Ji Dongxun. He lifted his hand and faintly traced Ji Dongxun’s face: from his limpid eyes, down to his nose, and lastly to his thin lips. His eyes watered even more—he couldn’t tell whether the tears stemmed from the shower or from his own sorrow. “Baby, I might be crazy…”
After a pause, “… One day when I’m completely delusional… I’d be sent to a psychiatric hospital. I don’t want to go there, so baby, please don’t come again. Okay?”
……
When Zhang Jing walked out of the bathroom, Doggo materialized right beside him with something sly in his grin. “Jingjing, let’s not live in our daydreams~”
“Huh?”
Doggo pointed at his phone. “Why else would you shower for a whole forty-five minutes?”
Zhang Jing whispered, “No wonder I feel lightheaded. I showered for that long? I might’ve passed out if I continued showering.”
“Next time, go daydream somewhere else. Such a waste of water, such a waste of heat.”
Doggo tailed him around and harped on about rising utility prices—he added that living on a higher floor contributed to the soaring price too. Zhang Jing opened the fridge and decided to gulp down a can of beer. When he turned around, he met with Doggo’s earnest eyes. Doggo advised with a serious tone, “Jingjing, you should c- cut alcohol from your diet.”
“Why?’
“Just- just stop drinking. Oh, let’s stop smoking too. I’m also aware that you haven’t been sleeping well recently, considering those eyebags. Let’s maybe try to stay heal- healthy for a while? At least?” Doggo carefully selected his words, since he didn’t want Zhang Jing to think too much at such a late hour.
Zhang Jing blinked a few times; then when he registered his words, he shamelessly stuffed the can into Doggo’s hands. “Then you drink it. The entire day, you’ve been rambling on like an insufferable old lady.”
Doggo peeked at him and exhaled consolingly when he noticed Zhang Jing’s mood hadn’t fluctuated. Due to this he dared to continue, “Here I am trying to help you, yet you’re calling me old.”
Zhang Jing tousled Doggo’s hair and laughed, “You truly worry so much; I hope your heart’s okay.”
Doggo wacked Zhang Jing’s hand off his head and withdrew to the bathroom to shower.
After Doggo closed the door, silence once again filled the room. He closed his eyes to recall the details during his encounter with Ji Dongxun.
Ji Dongxun felt different from before. During their first few interactions, he acted serious and composed—maybe because their conversations pertained to business-related topics. But this time, they weren’t at a company setting, nor were they discussing a contract, so the familiar atmosphere returned.
Ji Dongxun was always the dominant type: if he says one, no one dares to say two.
Usually, Zhang Jing keeps up a tough act in front of others; but in front of Ji Dongxun, he immediately breaks. This occurred in the past out of love and respect; but now, it flares out of habit—the habit of obligingly following every one of his words and instructions without any thought.
Moreover, just the mere act of feeling the heat radiating from Ji Dongxun’s body aroused the butterflies on his way home.
Zhang Jing felt utter contempt towards himself—how desperate, how helpless.
The day after, Ji Dongxun called him again. Although Zhang Jing picked up the call, all he wanted to say promptly died on his tongue, so the call was cut short.
However, Zhang Jing dreamed of him every single night. A similar situation occurred three years ago, and his current misery was just a repeat of it.
On Friday night, Zhang Jing dined with Josh at a fairly formal restaurant, as scheduled.
Before Josh arrived, Zhang Jing was already loitering by the entrance. Instead of riding here, however, he called a taxi.
When Josh arrived at the parking lot, he handed his car keys to the valet on standby. He walked towards Zhang Jing and said, “Haven’t seen you in a while. You’ve become much more handsome.”
Zhang Jing let out an insincere laugh, “You too.”
Josh teased him, “Really? But compared to you, everyone else seems average.”
Zhang Jing didn’t know how to respond, so he led him into the restaurant.
Like in every other meal composed of the two, Josh prattled on, jumping from one topic to another, while Zhang Jing listened and reacted whenever he deemed it necessary. Throughout dinner, Zhang Jing didn’t eat much—these days, eating made him feel disgusted.
Doggo said Zhang Jing might be pregnant.
“You have something to tell me right?” Josh wiped Zhang Jing’s cup and filled it to the brim with iced water.
Zhang Jing looked at him, carefully nodding as if he didn’t want to pierce the tension in the room. “Uhm… I do have something to tell you.”
Josh understandingly nodded, “I stopped you from saying something last time. Even though I still don’t want to hear it, go for it. Say what’s on your mind.”
Zhang Jing murmured on, uneasiness piling up more and more in his actions and words, “Sorry, I know there’s a lot of problems with me… My personality isn’t that bearable either…”
“I think your personality is great,” Josh interrupted, something determined in his tone.
“… I’m not the type to get along well with others. Interacting with me is probably draining, and my lack of consideration turns other people off too. Sorry for wasting your time, brother…”
“That last sentence was so sweet of you,” Josh forced out a sad smile and sighed. “Okay, okay. Let’s focus on eating. If you really don’t want to, I won’t force a relationship. It’s such a pity, though—I actually quite like you. I even feel younger interacting with you.”
Zhang Jing comforted, “None of the blame falls on you, and it’s really not because of your age. You are still young, just like me. Sorry, it’s all because of me.”
Josh waved his hand, as if dispelling a supposed heaviness in the air. “Alright. You said ‘sorry’ three times already. We’re both mature adults; there’s no need to apologize for not liking someone back. There’s no need.”
After that meal, Josh drove him home—this was why he initially called a taxi to the restaurant. He feared that Josh would ask him if he could board his motorcycle again. Being a germaphobe really wasn’t something he could control. Moreover, Ji Dongxun recently rode on his motorcycle, so he didn’t want anyone else to sully the seat Ji Dongxun sat on… From then on, whenever he hopped on his motorcycle, memories of Ji Dongxun sitting behind him in such intimate proximity, snugly wrapping his muscular arms around his waist, and whispering into his ear flashed in his mind.
When Zhang Jing walked out of the elevator, he shook his head in hopes to whisk away his thoughts. He must stop thinking.
Because he could feel reality slipping out of his fingers again.
Thank you for the update!!
Aww you finally did it! I’m so proud of you. It’s not easy to reject someone especially when they’re really nice to you. I just hope our couple will get their happily ever after soon for more steamy moments like the ones in his memories 🤣
Awesome translation as always. 👌🏼
Thanks for your hard work!
Reading this story makes me question what is real, and what is not QAQ why must our babies torture themselves like this aghh