WeiZhou woke up, warm and cuddled in the loose grip of Jingyu, who was still snoring loudly. It was rare that he was the first to wake up, as he preferred having a huge bed to himself and to snuggle into Jingyu's scent while Jingyu made breakfast. But this was nice, he thought, running his hand up Jingyu's jawline slowly, smiling softly when Jingyu snorted slightly, his face, moving to brush his nose against Zhou's.

Jingyu opened his eyes a few moments later, staring right into WeiZhou's. This was one of the moments where he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have captured the heart of this childish-rocker, lucky enough to be able to turn around in this car parked by the sea and come face to face with the person of his dreams.

Of course, he had never seen himself as gay. When he heard Addicted was casting, he saw it as more of a rebellion then a chance to act, but he really was perfect for the role. He took on a few of Gu Hai's commanding traits with WeiZhou, jealousy and possessiveness, to name a few.

He liked it when WeiZhou knew that he belonged to the dominant Jingyu, that he meant everything to him. He wasn't a hobby, or a chore, or anything of that matter. WeiZhou was Jingyu's world, the sun he arose among, the water he lived upon, and the fame that he had been bestowed upon.

WeiZhou was his last breath, and his first too. WeiZhou was his escape from the stupid world they lived in.

Jingyu wrapped his arms around WeiZhou, yearning to hold the only thing he wished to consider his closer to his chest. WeiZhou snuggled in, feeling the same things and Jingyu, and loving feeling this close to him.

They laid there for probably ten minutes, silenced by the overwhelming love they felt for each other. Huang Jingyu knew that no matter what, in any scenario, in any way, he could never love someone as much as he loved WeiZhou. It was impossible. He knew that if WeiZhou died, he would follow not long after. Jingyu wasn't joking when he said he couldn't live without Zhou.

He loved him.

WeiZhou was the first to pull away, kissing Jingyu's cheek before standing up and beginning to get dressed. "We should leave soon. If you want to have any chance of making it there before dark." He said, smiling teasingly at Jingyu, who laughed wholeheartedly at his remark.

"Alright." He said, sitting up on the makeshift bed. "Did you drive out alone when you were 18?"

Zhou pulled on Jingyu's hoodie, straightening it out and smiling slightly. "Yeah, I did. Just me and my music and the GPS." He said, leaning down to peck Jingyu's lips. "I'm hungry. There's a breakfast spot in the next town."

"Okay." Jingyu nodded, watching Zhou's bottom as he climbed into the passenger seat. "I'll be ready to go soon."

After he was dressed, their phones looked and and then tossed backwards again, they began to drive to the next small town, which WeiZhou insisted had an American breakfast.

"Seriously. There's a lot of tourists there. I swear I went there last time." Jingyu knew that WeiZhou loved American food, and he didn't mind it, especially breakfast.

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, both left in their own thoughts, Jingyu especially.

If all went well tonight, he would be waking up early and requesting from WeiZhou's parents to marry him. Zhou had no idea it was happening.

Which made it all the better. When Jingyu would stop at a beach on the way home and get down on one knee, presenting his mother's ring, there was no way he could refuse.

Jingyu wouldn't force him, but he knew in his heart that Zhou would say yes. And they would make out on the sand on that beach and together, they would promise forever.

"STOP HERE!" WeiZhou yelled, making Jingyu turn, panicky, into a parking lot and hit the breaks right before they went crashing into the diner.

"WeiZhou! What the fuck!" Jingyu yelled, putting his head against the steering wheel in mock defeat. "God. What is wrong with you?"

"Sorry. I forgot where it was and then suddenly remembered." Said WeiZhou with a victorious smirk. "Shall we go eat?"

Jingyu lifted his head up, smiling slightly at Zhou. "Okay. Let's go."

God, Jingyu was head over heels. He could hardly stay mad at WeiZhou even through he could have just killed them.

For once in his life, Jingyu wasn't afraid. Out here in this small town, it was impossible that anybody knew them. So, he held WeiZhou's hand, straightening out his hoodie that Zhou was wearing happily, and kissed his cheek.

They sat down across from each other, looking at the menu. Both of their phones were out on the table. They planned to make fun of the desperate texts that were going to be found on them.

Jingyu picked his up, scrolling through what seemed like thousands of texts from his manager. Most made him snicker. A few were begging him to come back. He was missing a couple shoots, but he knew none of it was too important.

But when he read that name, his face immediately darkened.

Jun Wei: Where have you been? I haven't seen you in forever.

Management had no idea he was with WeiZhou, and they said that he looked lonely. Their idea was to set him up with a popular model named Jun Wei. Of course, Jingyu hated it, and he didn't have the heart to tell her he was a one man kind of guy.

He told WeiZhou right after the date, which earned him a slapping and a really, really great night where WeiZhou insisted to top. Yeah, that night would stay in his mind for a while.

Sensing Jingyu's dozed expression, WeiZhou reached over and shoved him gently. "Hey, is everything okay?"

Jingyu snapped out of it immediately, hearing WeiZhou's worried voice. "Yeah, it's all good." He smiled truly, leaning in and pecking WeiZhou on the forehead right before the waitress came to take their order.