A little over a year later...

Zhan stood in front of the concert hall, pacing impatiently from one foot to the other. It was cold and had started to rain again. He knew that the rain would soon turn to snow. It was cold enough by now. And there had been the first, albeit only very slight, snowfall a week ago. Zhan had only noticed it because he was waiting in vain for Yibo outside the movie theater. They had planned a date night. But as so often since Yibo went undercover as an idol again, Yibo hadn't made it in time. The movie was almost over when Yibo finally showed up. In the end, they simply drove to Yibo's apartment, where he fell asleep on the sofa half an hour later, completely exhausted.

Sia, who accompanied Zhan that evening, was now so cold that she was chattering her teeth. She complained: "How much longer are we supposed to stand here and wait? The concert starts in 20 minutes and it looks like the fans are all in the hall by now."

"I don't know Sia. I was told to show up at the side entrance at 8pm and they would let us in then." Zhan replied and sneezed hard. He hoped that this was not a harbinger of a cold to come. His last cold was only two months ago. And that was a bad cold. He caught it because he didn't listen to Yibo after they were both in a swimming pool and he refused to dry his hair there. Two days later, he was lying flat in bed with a cold and had to endure Yibo's mockery for not listening to him.

"Can't you call Yibo to let someone know we're here?" Sia rattled the door handle again. For the fifth or sixth time that evening. The result was that the door was locked. "Or is there another side entrance here?"

"This is the only side entrance. At least as far as I know. I'll try calling him again." Zhan replied, annoyed. He had already tried a few times but hadn't reached Yibo because he had probably put it on silent. Yibo had once told him that he puts his cell phone on silent before concerts so as not to be distracted.

Just as Zhan took off his right glove for the 7th time to call Yibo, the door finally opened. One of Yibo's bodyguards had come to the door. "Sorry to keep you waiting. There was an incident and so it took longer." The bodyguard explained as he let the two of them in.

"An incident?" Zhan asked in alarm.

"Yes. A stagehand fell when he was replacing a light fixture. During a final light test, he noticed that the spotlight wasn't working. And somehow he fell from above. That caused chaos and that's why we forgot to let you in." The bodyguard explained.

"Oh my God. How is the stagehand?" Zhan asked anxiously.

"He's broken his leg. We already know that much. They'll see everything else at the hospital. Oh, here comes the ambulance already." The bodyguard replied, stepped out of the door and waved to the ambulance, which arrived with flashing blue lights and sirens. Zhan and Sia were then picked up in the corridor by Yibo's assistant. Sia was taken into the hall to a VIP seat and Zhan to Yibo backstage.

When Yibo saw Zhan, he rushed up to him, wrapped his arms around him, stole a quick kiss and asked, "Are you ready baby?"

Zhan shook his head vigorously. "No. I feel like I have to go to the bathroom every five minutes. And my stomach is spinning."

"That's just because you're nervous."

"I'm aware of that Bo. But there's nothing I can do about it."

"But you're still ready to take that step, aren't you?"

"Yeah, sure. If you still want to."

"ZhanZhan. I stand by it. I already came out live to all the media 6 months ago and told them about my boyfriend. It's time for them to meet you. My fans finally want to know who you are." Yibo held Zhan's hands and looked him firmly in the eyes. "They've accepted that I'm gay. And that I have a boyfriend. But now they want to finally get to know my boyfriend. And I want everyone to know that you are my boyfriend. I love you Zhan and I want to show the whole world. And you yourself have said that you are finally ready to show yourself."

Zhan's cheeks reddened. "I love you too. And yes, I'm ready to show myself. But you better not let go of my hand!"

"I'll never let go of your hand."

"Good, then I'll wait here for my turn?"

"No. Before that, you'll get a stage make-up and a stage outfit. Oh, and did you remember to take a picture of our marriage certificate from Italy? They need that."

"I have. I've already sent it to your assistant. But do you really want to announce here that we got married in Italy six months ago, just after coming out?"

"Yes, I would like to do that. We had agreed that we wouldn't wait longer than six months to announce it. And I think now is the right time. Christmas is in a week and this is a gift to me and all my fans who stood by me anyway after I came out."

"Alright then. Yeah we'll do it tonight." Said Zhan. He looked undecided, but that wasn't really the case. In truth, he was so happy about it that he couldn't put it into words. He's just afraid that Yibo's fans won't take this news as well as Yibo thinks, or at least hopes. Because six months ago, when Yibo came out as gay in a live press conference and declared that he was in a relationship, he almost ended up on the blacklist. Sponsors backed out, orders for commercials were withdrawn and even a few concert promoters and TV shows canceled his appearance. It was only thanks to his fans, the majority of his fans, who stood united and loudly behind him, that Yibo was quickly back on top.

"I'm happy." Yibo said. And before Zhan could say anything back, he was taken to a dressing room by Yibo's assistant, where he had to put on a stage outfit and then he was given a suitable stage make-up. Zhan was able to watch the beginning of the concert on a monitor the whole time.

When Zhan was finally brought backstage, he could hear and see Yibo explaining to his fans that he was married to Zhan. His fans cheered and shouted congratulations before breaking into the chorus and shouting that they finally wanted to see Zhan.

Yibo stood right in the center of the stage and beamed happily. "You really want to meet my ZhanZhan?" He asked. The fans uniformly screeched "Yes, yes, yes." over and over again. Yibo grinned. "Well then, let's try to bring my husband here. I'll count to ten. And maybe, if you help me, we can lure him out."

Yibo put his index finger to his mouth, and the whole hall fell so silent you could have heard a pin drop. Zhan's heart was pounding so hard that he felt like it might jump out of his throat. Then Yibo started counting backwards from 10. Zhan walked to the stairs of the stage and then when Yibo reached 5, he slowly walked up the 8 steps to the stage. The fans got quieter and quieter as they noticed Zhan one by one. When Zhan set his first foot on the stage, the fans began to scream and clap loudly and frenetically.

Zhan grabbed Yibo's outstretched hand and the fans went wild. Some seemed to have simply fainted, while others cried with joy. And still others who were close to the stage, Zhan could hear them saying how handsome he was. Zhan was completely overwhelmed by it all. For minutes, the fans celebrated the two of them. Then it quieted down when they saw that Zhan had been handed a microphone.

As Zhan slowly raised the microphone, the hall fell silent again. All eyes were on him expectantly. Zhan smiled, then said, "Hi. I'm Wang Xiao Zhan." And the fans freaked out again.

"Oh my God, you're so cute." Or "I love you." Shouts had been heard. Yibo looked at Zhan as happily as he had that evening when Yibo had proposed to him and Zhan had said yes. Yibo had proposed to him in the concert hall where they had been first introduced. He had lured Zhan to the concert hall under a pretext. Zhan had to follow a path of tea lights until he reached the stage, where Yibo, after singing a song he had written for him, got down on one knee in front of Zhan and proposed. Zhan was so overwhelmed that he started crying and said yes at least 10 times, sobbing. Which also made Yibo cry. Just two weeks later, they said yes to each other in a small and spontaneous ceremony in Italy. This spontaneous ceremony was only possible because the wedding officiant was a fan of Yibo and had offered to do it on his own initiative. In less than 3 hours, he had found a romantic location, arranged it a little, found a few witnesses and then officially married the two of them. Back home, their families held a big wedding party for them. Yibo's older half-brother was there, as were Zhan's grandparents, whom he had finally met shortly after the end of the mission. And even Wen Rouhan and Isko were there

Only when the fans had calmed down again did Yibo and Zhan continue speaking and explained that they had a surprise for the fans. "We're going to sing a song for you together tonight that I wrote. A song that I wrote for Zhan." Yibo explained and the fans shrieked again. But much shorter this time. Because they all really wanted to hear the song.

While the two were saying the song, the fans waved their cell phones above their heads and looked at the couple pictures of Yibo and Zhan that were shown on the big screen in the background. After the song, Zhan wanted to say goodbye again, but the fans were firmly against it and pleaded with him to stay. And Zhan stayed on stage until the end of the concert, where Yibo didn't let go of Zhan's hand for a single moment. Which meant that every time Yibo danced, Zhan had to dance along somehow and was glad to have been at most of Yibo's dance rehearsals.

After the concert, the two of them were outside the door with Sia, waiting for Sia's husband to come and pick her up. Sia raved incessantly about how great she thought the evening was and how happy she was to have been there. "I'll probably have tinnitus in my ears for the next few weeks because it was so loud, but that was the best concert ever. You should really think about going on tour together." She said when her husband had arrived and as she got into the car with him.

Zhan and Yibo said goodbye to her and waved after her until the car was no longer visible. Then the two of them fell into each other's arms and Zhan asked, "And Special Agent Wang? What do we do now?"

"Well, I'd say we grab our things, drive home, turn off our cell phones, take a long bath together and then cuddle in bed." Yibo suggested.

"Sounds great. My apartment or yours?" Zhan asked with a grin.

"Didn't we say that both apartments are our apartments?"

"Yes, we did. But..."

"It's enough if you ask which apartment we want to go to. The city apartment or the suburban apartment."

"Okay. So which apartment?"

"Since it's closer and the bathtub has a whirlpool, I'd say the city apartment."

"Great. That's how we'll do it."

"Fine. And tomorrow morning I'll show you a file on a mission. I need your help with that."

"Oh, what again?"

"I just want your opinion on it, don't worry."

"Okay, good. Then I agree. Because I need to concentrate on my own work."

"I still can't believe you have two jobs now. Graphic designer and private investigator. You could have become an agent." Four months ago, Zhan had decided to try his hand at being a private detective. His grandfather had helped him get his license and gave him all the equipment a private detective needs.

"Um, no. As a private detective, I can choose my cases and handle them the way I want. And now let's go. Get your stuff and go home." Zhan said with a laugh as he simply pulled Yibo with him into the building where they picked up their jackets and Yibo's bag and then headed to the city apartment where they spent the evening exactly as Yibo had suggested.

After some hot lovemaking, Yibo fell asleep immediately and Zhan lay awake in bed for a moment, smiling as he looked at Yibo's naked torso. He snuggled up to him, Yibo automatically wrapped his arms around him and Zhan whispered, "I love you Wang Yibo."

Sleeping, Yibo hugged his Zhan tighter and murmured, "And I love you my ZhanZhan." Zhan smiled, closed his eyes and fell asleep smiling. Once he was just a big fan of Yibo. And now? Now he's in his arms as his husband. And he will spend the rest of his life with him. With his idol, his star, his Wang Yibo, and he knows that nothing and no one can ever separate them again.

The end

A/N: We have reached the end of the story and I hope you enjoyed it. Yes, the ending was short. But I think that's enough. I already have ideas and thoughts for a similar story. Who knows, maybe I'll turn it into a book too. Thank you for reading, liking and commenting. Your Eileen