A/N: Hi, loves. After taking the weekend off to relax, I'm back and it continues.

If Yibo had known how the evening would go, would he have gone to the party anyway? This question he asked himself again and again and his answer remained, yes definitely.

At first, everything had started normally. He and his friends entered the gym, 10 minutes later the director opened the party and with the music starting, Yibo and his friends had been on the dance floor almost the whole time. Only when they needed a break, they went to one of the tables, had a drink and rested for a moment.

And although Yibo had a lot of fun at his first party, he was still missing one thing. Namely Zhan, who still hadn't appeared at the party after two hours. And that although he had also been looking forward to the party and had bought extra white clothes together with Yibo in the afternoon.

No matter how often Yibo looked at the entrance door when it was opened, it had always been someone else, just not Zhan. But Yibo could already guess where Zhan had gone. Since Alessia was also missing at the party. It didn't take a genius to put one and one together. And it annoyed Yibo that Zhan apparently preferred to spend the evening with Alessia than with him.

Yibo knows that Zhan and Alessia are not a couple, because Zhan told him so himself. But what is not, can still become. And as long as Yibo doesn't know if Zhan is into women or men or maybe both, he is unsure and then, in moments like these where he knows that Zhan and Alessia are together and probably alone, he can't suppress his jealousy and doubts.

Nevertheless, Yibo tried not to let his jealousy and doubts spoil his evening and to continue having fun. This was amazingly easy for him, which surprised him himself. And the more the evening progressed, the better Yibo's mood became. Only something was wrong with his vision and his physical posture.

Again and again he staggered and sometimes things blurred in front of him. Around 10:30 pm he even felt as if he was on a swaying ship fighting high waves. He felt so sick that he had to run to the bathroom and throw up. Strangely for him, he was immediately hungry again afterwards and even when he fell on the floor and banged his knee violently, he didn't mind and continued partying.

But around 11 pm the director suddenly ended the party and that although everyone was having so much fun. Staggering as if he was still on the ship in the waves, Yibo made his way back to the dorm. He didn't know where his friends were, and he didn't care at that moment. He just wanted to get to his bed.

As he staggered across campus, he saw two people sitting on a bench. He had to really strain to see who was sitting there and then got wide-eyed when he recognized them. Staggering and barely able to stay on his feet, he walked up to the two, pointed his finger at the male person and slurred, "Hey asshole! Why weren't you at the party?"

The asshole, Zhan, stood up from the bench and grabbed Yibo by both shoulders. "What's the matter with you? Are you drunk?" He asked, confused. He held Yibo, who couldn't even properly standing.

"Ey, let go of me!" But Zhan didn't let go of Yibo and gripped even tighter.

"What? Did you get drunk because Zhan didn't come to the party? Did you forget that he's my boyfriend?" Alessia asked.

"Alessia shut up!" Scolded Zhan.

"Oh yeah you bitch need to speak up right now! You think I don't know what you said to me in the hospital room? What you threatened me with? Don't think I'm afraid of you!"

"What are you talking about Yibo?" Zhan wanted to know.

"He's drunk! He's full of shit!" Groused Alessia.

"I'm just talking shit? You're the worst person I've ever met! How can a person be like that?"

"What did I do? You're constantly calling me names and insinuating things I'm supposed to have done. You're just jealous!"

"Alessia it's enough now! And Yibo? I'm taking you to the dorm now. You're drunk and should sleep it off." Said Zhan.

"I'm not drunk. There was only water and non-alcoholic punch at the party. But you would know that if you had been there."

"I'm not arguing with you now. You're definitely drunk and I'm taking you to your room now."

"I can go by myself. You stay with the witch!" Yibo countered, pushing Zhan's arms away from him. He spun around, looked in the direction of the dorm, and staggered on until he tripped over something invisible and fell. Zhan was immediately on hand to help him get up.

"Come my cutie, I'll take you back. I'll help you."

"Let it be. You don't need to act out your helper syndrome with me. Go to Alessia. The..."

"Stop it and come now."

"But I don't want to! I'm mad at you."

"And why?"

"Because you didn't come to the party!"

"I wanted to come, but I..."

"Yeah. I can already guess. Alessia!"

"Yes. She can't dance because of her sprained ankle, and that's why she didn't want to come to the party."

"And the hero Zhan sacrificed himself and stayed with the beautiful Alessia so she wouldn't be alone."

"That's what friends do."

"Oh yeah, friends? Didn't she say something else just now?" Yibo asked angrily as he and Zhan stood at the front door to the dorm. Yibo pushed Zhan's arms away from him again, opened the front door, and slowly staggered up the stairs. Zhan nevertheless stayed by his side.

When the two reached the top floor, Zhan walked him to his room and suddenly the hallway light went out. Yibo was frozen. Once again, he could barely move. The darkness was just terrifying to him. "Calm down, I'm with you." Whispered Zhan, reaching for Yibo's hands.

"Don't." Murmured Yibo, trying to free his hands.

"Yibo, I just want to help you."

"I don't want your help Zhan. I really don't. What I want is..." Yibo broke off in mid-sentence because he couldn't continue speaking. Because suddenly he was kissed once again.

"You're making it really hard for me to resist you Yibo. I told you I couldn't be with you just yet. But then you're always so cute that I just can't help but kiss you!" Whispered Zhan in his ear.

"What?"

"Yibo, you really are incredibly cute."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How cute?"

"So cute." Replied Zhan and kissed Yibo again. Yibo had completely forgotten about the darkness. All that mattered now was him and Zhan.

With his back pressed against the wall, Zhan stood right in front of him and kissed him. Zhan caressed his cheeks, kissed Yibo's jawline and neck. Yibo moaned softly, looking for something to cling to, clawing at Zhan's jacket. And as they ended the kiss, which was now so much more than just a kiss, Yibo entered the door code and they both went into his room. Youn was still not there.

As soon as the two were in Yibo's room and the door closed again, they kissed again. They kissed until they reached Yibo's bed. Zhan took off Yibo's white shirt and Yibo took off his jacket before they both fell on Yibo's bed.

As Zhan moved slowly kissing from Yibo's mouth, to his jawline, ear and neck, Yibo asked, "Is this a dream? If so, I don't want to wake up."

"This is not a dream." Whispered Zhan, sucking on the back of Yibo's neck where he left a small red mark.

Zhan lay on top of Yibo. They kissed each other tenderly, and whispered as they did so. "That feels good." Whispered Yibo.

"Mn. But unfortunately you're drunk and I don't want to take advantage of the situation."

"Oh please take advantage of the situation. I'll allow you."

"No. When the time comes, I want us both to be sober."

"Mhhh... but I want it now."

"Not now. And I already told you. I'd love to be with you. But I can't right now."

"Why not? Because of your family?"

"No. I can't tell you now. But soon. Please be patient."

"So it's because of Alessia?"

"Like I said. She and I are not a couple."

"Good."

"Yes?"

"Yes Zhan. Because I can't stand the thought of you and her..."

"Shhh... that's not going to happen."

"Okay."

"Soon enough, I'll explain everything to you. And then hopefully we can be together."

"So you like me too."

"Oh, yes. From the first moment."

"Good, because I like you too Zhan."

"I know my cutie. Be good and don't do stupid things with others okay?"

"I won't."

"Not with Emily either!"

"No."

"Give me an advance on your trust and you'll see it'll be worth it."

"Ng... yeah... I want to trust you." Moaned Yibo as Zhan at the same moment slid his hand down Yibo's pants and took Yibo's stiff cock in his hand. Zhan gave Yibo a hand job who didn't take long to cum.

Zhan wiped his hand on a handkerchief without removing his lips from Yibo's mouth. They kissed each other for almost twenty more minutes before they broke the kiss and Zhan had to say goodbye. Because Youn came back to the room and Zhan had to go back to the community center where he has his room.

However, before Zhan left the room, he kissed Yibo again and even in front of Youn. Then he turned to Youn and said, "Take care of my cutie! I don't want him to do anything stupid. And please keep what you saw to yourself."

"Sure thing. Are you a couple now?" Youn replied in amazement.

"Not yet. But I hope it will be soon. But before that, I have something to do."

"And what is that?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you." Replied Zhan. He looked again at Yibo, who had already fallen asleep, and then patted Youn's shoulder. "Take good care of him. He really means a lot to me."

"I will." Said Youn and then dropped into bed as well. For he was as drunk as Yibo and couldn't remember anything in the morning. Unlike Yibo, who at least still had a vague memory of what he and Zhan did. And what Zhan told him.

When they woke up, both Yibo and Youn had severe headaches. Yibo didn't mind much, though, because he partially remembered the previous evening with Zhan and was just happy. He went to take a shower, took a pain pill, and then went with Youn to the cafeteria for breakfast. There, many other students were also complaining of raging headaches.

After breakfast, all the students had to gather in the auditorium. The director had ordered it. Furious, he stood on the stage and almost shouted into the microphone: "Who put alcohol in the punch? Who made all the students who were at the party drunk?" Of course, no one came forward and freely admitted it.

However, Yibo now had confirmation that he really was drunk. His first party, first time drunk, and his first hand job. And all in one evening. Although Yibo felt really sick now that he had eaten something and his headache was still strong, he did not regret the evening. Because now he knew Zhan likes him and they had done something he had never even dreamed of before.

As Yibo looked at the students in turn, most of them looking like he felt, he saw Alessia sitting upright in her chair with a grin. She seemed somehow satisfied to him and as if she was proud of something she had done. Yibo wondered if his impression was correct? He didn't even listen anymore when the director scolded and threatened to punish severely the person who mixed the punch with alcohol. His attention was now entirely on Alessia and what she was hiding.