South Korea. Seoul. 00:55AM.

“What are you doing? You’re going the wrong way.”

“Shut up, I know where I’m going. The GPS isn’t working. When it points to a direction it’s the other way around that I should take, or follow or whatever.”

“You’re not making any sense. What the hell are you doing?”

“Can you please shut up? It’s my ing car, I should know better don’t you think?”

“Aren’t you Chinese or something? If you know better about your car, then I know better about my own ing country, don’t you think?”

“You should shut it and be grateful a rock star like me is wasting his precious time taking you home. Other people would kill to be in your shoes you .”

“I’m not other people.” Yixing scoffed with a scowl. “You’re not taking me home because you’re a nice guy, you’re taking me home because you’re feeling guilty about that kiss or whatever that was. You tried to molest me remember?” Yixing’s eyes widened and his head snapped towards Jongin with lightning like speed; brows unconsciously furrowing and lips pressed into a thin line.

“I told you to never bring that up ever again! Nothing happened in that restroom, do you understand? Nothing happened!” Jongin snickered, completely unimpressed by Yixing’s dark glare. “If I hear anyone talking about it, I swear Kim Jongin I’m going to end you!”

“I’d like to see you try.” Jongin rolled his eyes before shifting them away towards the car’s window, ignoring by his action the other male’s burning gaze on him.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you even realize who you’re talking back to?”

“I don’t give a if you’re a superstar, gay or a serial killer even, I really couldn’t care less about you, but if you keep pushing my buttons then you have yourself to blame for what’ll happen.”

“I am not gay!” Yixing growled before reaching both of his hands to tightly grip Jongin’s dark hair in the cruelest way possible. The tanned male got startled at first but quickly reached his own hands to take control over the vehicle's long abandoned steering wheel. Black painted nails dug painfully into his skull and Jongin swore he’d get back at the Chinese male the minute he manages to safely stop the car. Unfortunately for both of them, it was too late, 'cause the car was already out of control and before they knew it, the millions-worth car crashed into a huge wild tree standing in all its glory with no other trees at sight in the middle of absolute nowhere.

After a few minutes of just standing there near Jongdae’s father’s car in sheer aghast—gaping with widened mouths at the car that just got bumped into a freaking tree—Baekhyun and Chanyeol finally got back to their senses and run towards the car to make sure if the people in it were still alive or not. To their relief they were both perfectly alive but to Baekhyun’s horror and miserable luck, the guy—that was two seconds away from choking another guy inside the expensive looking vehicle—just happened to be the man of his dreams. The Chinese rock star that he woke up so god damn early for, only to get lost at the end, was just a couple of steps away from him. The blond Korean felt like he was about to faint or puke or do something equally embarrassing just for the sake of being the drama queen he was. His body started to unconsciously shake, goosebumps rising along his arms and heart about to break from his chest. He dreamt about this moment countless of times. Never has he ever imagined that someday, somehow his dream might come true after all, because meeting his idol in a deserted road was a scenario Baekhyun already pictured in his mind not once, not twice but plenty of times with plenty of different plot-twists. Most of them ended up with him being pinned into something (in the most pleasant way of ways of course) and then everything turns black around him and—to his misfortune—he wakes up to the voice of his mother calling him to come downstairs for breakfast. Chanyeol seemed to recognize the foreigner star, because he too had the same expression of bewilderment and fascination Baekhyun had on, not exactly the same but close enough.

Zhang Yixing got out of the car and Baekhyun couldn’t help but gasp out loud. Because this was really happening, his husband was right in front of him and he looked a thousand-times hotter than when he was usually on screen. Perhaps the blond Korean felt that way because his Chinese idol was shamelessly shirtless with toned creamy abs on display? Probably, who knows? And who gives a damn. Baekhyun was going to sue the rock stars’ label as soon as possible because the life-size poster the Korean male has in his room doesn’t do Zhang Yixing’s delicious glorious body justice at all. He was so going to sue them for this unprofessional unforgivable mistake.

Baekhyun flinched slightly when he felt a hand make contact with the small of his back; he shifted his gaze from the Chinese idol and his companion to an equally shocked Jongdae. Kyungsoo biting on his nails in anxiety not far away from them as he tried to take careful glances from behind Chanyeol’s towering figure.

“What’s going on?” The doe eyed male softly questioned, not really understanding why every one of his friends had this mortified expression on. Baekhyun didn’t trust his voice to explain for his younger friend but Chanyeol was fast to help and effectively managed to make Kyungsoo’s jaw drop in sudden realization.

“Zhang Yixing. The one with no shirt on.”

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South Korea. Seoul. 01:05AM.

After a series of unfortunate events, a thing led to another to a point where Yixing found himself light headed and painfully confused with a missing shirt and four Korean strangers staring at him as they offered their own sweaty shirts for him to wear (as if!). Not to mention the great almighty newbie dancer who got him where he was right now—glaring at him shamelessly from behind the weird looking circus crew–lost, hungry and most importantly shirtless and cold. He was hella scared as well but he wasn’t about to share that with a bunch of erts and an , thank you very very much!

“Can you guys give me a ride? I’m kind of lost…” One of the four idiots passed out while the remaining others rolled their eyes along with his (ex-)dance instructor.

“Actually…we’re kind of...lost ourselves?” Yes, this wasn’t exactly an ideal day for Zhang Yixing and yes it was probably going to get dramatically worse from that moment on.

The Chinese rock star growled in frustration into his hands when he couldn’t stand the dumb expressions those strangers had as they ate him alive with their gazes. Obviously they’ve managed to recognize him. Yixing was doomed. Not only was he lost—with a terrible headache throbbing—but he was lost along with Kim Jongin and potential stalkers or ‘Sasaeng fans’ as the Korean public liked to name them. He was so going to die tonight.

“Are you really Zhang Yixing?” One of the idiots asked and Yixing couldn’t help but run his fingers through his messed-up hair with another deep growl. He took a quick glance at them before giving them his signature idol smile. Don’t blame him for smiling at Sasaengs, because what if they weren’t creepy stalkers in the first place? They seemed decent enough. What if they were just normal fans who actually liked him for his talent? Oh, who was he kidding. At least if he got out of here alive, those idiots would spread good words about him and it’ll help with his Management’s plan of making him a name in the Kpop industry.

“Baek are you okay?” Jongdae got on his knees next to a long gone Baekhyun splayed out on the dirty ground; a worried frown decorating his usually kittenish features.

“Give him a moment Jongdae, he just met his imaginary husband. Be considerate for god’s sake.” For some reason Chanyeol’s amused tone managed to wake the passed-out blond boy up in an instant.

“Was I dreaming Jongdae-ah? Did I really meet my daddy just now?” Jongdae burst out into a loud fit of laughter at that and Chanyeol couldn’t help but laugh along when he saw the look of sheer confusion on Kyungsoo’s face.

“Why is he talking about his dad?”

“Nothing Kyung, he’s just feeling guilty about stealing Mr. Kim's car.”

“No I’m not. I’m talking about Zhang Yixing. My daddy. As in my—“ Baekhyun stopped mid-sentence when he spotted the cause of most of his wet dreams staring in utter horror at him. He let out a loud inhuman shriek before covering his burning face with his slender hands. “Jongade please kill me! Now!!”

“You’ll die by embarrassment don’t worry, it won’t take long.”

“It’ll hurt less if you killed me by an actual gun or stabbed me by a butcher knife!” Baekhyun moaned an ‘Oh my god’ into the palm of his hands before slowly getting on his feet. Using Jongdae’s arm for balance. Oddly, it was the first time Baekhyun took notice of how toned his friend’s arm was. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the right time for 'admiring m