Only You

Chapter One: Found

Weizhou and Jingyu had been together for almost two years. After the Addicted webseries was finished filming, Jingyu asked Weizhou on a date. Three months later, they moved in together, to a small apartment in Beijing.

It wasn't all peace and quiet, though. They were two different personalities clashing in that house. WeiZhou was a traveller at heart, and he frequently left to fly to places like France, New York, or London. Every time he left he offered to take Jingyu with him, but he always declined. That's because Jingyu was busy filming and modelling constantly, and when he wasn't he was trying his hardest to spend time with Weizhou.

This week both of them were in bad moods, for whatever reason, getting in fights they didn't need to have. The fights were usually stupid, or about stupid things, but they attacked each other relentlessly.

Weizhou wasn't going anywhere for concerts for about 4 weeks, but Jingyu was gone most of the day to film. He got home late, noisily, usually waking a moody Weizhou.

Tonight was different though. Weizhou was sitting at his desk with a notebook open, trying to find a tune in his crowded head. Or lyrics. Or even a rhythm. He was beginning to get frustrated.

All of the sudden, his phone started buzzing. He stood up, walking to the night stand and picking it up. It was Jingyu.

"Hey, baby." He started, sounding out of breath and slightly panicked. "Do you mind calling Jackson for me? And tell him to pick up, uhh, baby stuff. And tell him to hurry." Weizhou was confused.

"What? Johnny, what's happening?"

"Timmy." Jingyu breathes his name so sensually, the way he does late at night, rubbing up against Weizhou. "Please just call Jackson." Then he hung up.

Weizhou dialled Jackson's number with shaking hands. He told him everything that Jingyu had said, and then Jackson was panicked too.

"I'll be there in like, half an hour. Hang tight."

Weizhou waited with shaking hands for Jingyu to get home, almost jumping when he received a call.

"Hey Timmy?" It was Jingyu.

"Yeah?"

"Run a hot bath for me, okay?"

WeiZhou laughed slightly. "Okay."

He started the water, feeling it as it filled up the tub, making sure it was warm but not hot.

Finally, WeiZhou heard the door to the apartment opening, his chest heaving a sigh of relief. He ran to the door to see him, but when he laid eyes on his lover his heart immediately dropped.

He was so dirty, his hoodie soaked in rain and mud, but in his arms was a crying child, clinging to his clothes. Jingyu met WeiZhou's confused eyes, finding home in them for a second before WeiZhou took initiative.

"Here, pass him to me." He took the child, shaking him off of Jingyu. He was muddy and dirty, but WeiZhou managed to take most of his clothes off and get him into the tub. He was muttering quietly to the kid as he searched to find a cloth.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're gonna help you, alright? You'll get better."

He grabbed the washcloth, doing his best to smile at the little boy as he gently rubbed some of the dirt off. The little boy was searching his face. He couldn't be older than 2.

"Hey." Jingyu said from the doorway, leaning in and staring at WeiZhou. "I found him on the streets walking back from work. He was all alone, and he told me he had no parents. I said I would take care of him." WeiZhou stood up, wrapping Jingyu in his arms and squeezing. Hard.

"Johnny, you had me so worried." He pulled away, framing his lover's face with his hands. "I'm so sorry about how I've been the past few weeks. I was just crabby. I love you so much, Jingyu. I was so afraid tonight."

A tear drifted down Jingyu's cheek. "I know. I'm sorry WeiZhou, I've been such an ass this week. I love you too."

They kissed, carefully, until WeiZhou pulled away, turning back to the child in the tub.

•••

Jackson comes to the door, two bags of everything you need to take care of kids in his hands. Johnny greets him with a hug, taking the bags from him and heading to the bathroom.

Jackson was one of the only people who knew about WeiZhou and Jingyu's secret relationship. He supported both of them like brothers, and was always there for them if they needed help.

Timmy came out of the bathroom, his eyes tired but greeting Jackson with a hug anyway. He made tea, sitting down at the table and pouring Jackson a cup, explaining everything as he did it. Rain poured down the windows when finally, Johnny returned, a child on his hip. He bent down to kiss WeiZhou gently on the cheek, then sat between him and Jackson, the kid on his lap.

WeiZhou swallowed. "What's his name?"

Jingyu looked up from the kid, staring at WeiZhou. "He says his name is Caihong. But I'm just calling him Cai." Jingyu smiled at the little boy, who was pouting up at him with chubby cheeks. Jingyu pinches one with a smile on his face. The boy continues to stare at him, frowning.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Jingyu grinned widely, ruffling the boys hair, which made him close one eye and giggle. Cai leaned forward and latched onto Jingyu's clean shirt, hugging him. The older man looked up and met WeiZhou's eyes. He looked worried, and tired.

"We should probably sleep now." Jingyu said, in an attempt to make him happier. WeiZhou shook his head.

"Has he eaten yet?" Timmy pointed at Cai, standing up from his chair. "He should eat before sleep. No use sleeping on an empty stomach."

He stood up and began to cook instant rice and stir fry left overs. Jingyu watched him, wanting desperately to go over and hug him, to apologize for whatever he did wrong.

He turned to Jackson. "Can you hold Cai for a minute?" Jackson nodded. He was quieter tonight, sensing the tension between his two friends. Jingyu had told him about a few of their fights the least week while they were filming. He knew they were in a bad spot with each other, and it wouldn't help to have a child on top of that.

He held Cai, who was standing on his lap, watching as Johnny approached Timmy slowly. You could only see their backs as Johnny snaked his arms around his lover's waist, leaning his whole body into him.

Cai turned to Jackson, his adorable pout back on his face. "Are they my parents now?"

Jackson swallowed. "I guess so."