The next day, Xiao Zhan woke up to the knocking on his door. He jumped from his bed, eyes bleary because he could not sleep a wink last night, and he looked at the clock on his bedside. 6 a.m. What the..? He walked downstairs to the front door, and opened it to find..

"Wang Laoshi?? What are you doing here at this ungodly hour?"

"It's 6 a.m Xiao Laoshi, I've been up since 4 a.m." he walked inside, bringing a backpack and a large carry-on with him.

"What..? What are you doing? Are you finally snapped and going to run away?" Xiao Zhan eyed Yibo suspiciously.

"Xiao Laoshi, Xiao Zhan, please, for the peace of my mind, let me stay here for the duration of the filming. Couple weeks top. I hate to stay at the hotel all the time." He put his carry-on and backpack down at the floor, and sit on the sofa.

"What happened, Yibo? Are you okay? Let me get you some coffee." He walked to the kitchen and put the coffee into the coffeemaker.

"What happened was, some of my...more determined fans found out about of my hotel room number, and they knocked on my door, whole night long. That's why I ran away the first chance I got. Don't worry, I told my manager that I'm here." He starts to lull his head, desperate for sleep.

At that time, Xiao Zhan's phone is ringing. The number is unknown. He picked it up suspiciously.

"Xiao Laoshi, is Wang Laoshi with you? Do you mind letting him stay? He's been up all night and I'm afraid it's not safe yet to book another hotel room."

"Yes, he's here, don't worry, I will take care of him. Just let me know if there's any news."

"Thank you, Xiao Laoshi!"

Xiao Zhan looked at the now sleeping Yibo on his sofa.

Without makeup and all that glitter, he looked like an innocent boy. So vulnerable. He sat beside him, and tried to wake him up, to move him into his guest room.

"Yibo, come, let's put you on the bed. You will not be comfortable here, besides, Xuan Lu will definitely have a heart attack if she sees you sprawled here." He chuckled and lifted one of Yibo's arm to carry him upstairs. Yibo only groans but he stands up, leaning heavily on Xiao Zhan.

"Thank you, Zhan ge, please take care of me."

Xiao Zhan put Yibo on the guest room beside his, and came back down to have some coffee since he definitely can not sleep now, with Yibo stayed in his close quarter. 

He thinks about Yibo's life, how could he get any privacy with fans disrespecting his private life. I mean, knocking on his hotel room? Do they know the difference between acting, public persona, and private life? He's just an ordinary human, with his limitation and his own need, and he need to rest for christsake! Well, if they hope to do more than taking a picture of him, just pray that he's in a good mood and not slamming them with his skateboard. That, I will pay to see.

Xiao Zhan chuckled, and suddenly very aware that he's getting kinda worked up because of Yibo. He really can't imagine the life of a famous person. He's quite satisfied with his own life. True, some people will recognized him on the street, and they'll asked for selfies. But that's the most of the things people do. Not quite the level of the most famous person in the whole China.

And he's sleeping in my spare bedroom.

Xiao Zhan suddenly feels hot all over.

 
"I can hear you thinking, you know."

Xiao Zhan turned around to find Yibo stood behind him. Waaay to close for comfort. And he's getting closer, and closer, forcing him back to the kitchen table. Then he puts his arms on either side of Xiao Zhan without touching him, his nose's hovering on Xiao Zhan's neck. And Xiao Zhan can feel him took a deep breath. "Hmm...smells so good..." then he pulled back suddenly, coffee in hand. "You make a great coffee, Zhan ge." He gave Xiao Zhan a wink, and his shittiest eat-shitting grin, with twinkle in his eyes, knowing full well what he just did to the handsome chef.

Xiao Zhan felt that he's just being in 10k marathon, heart's pacing fast, shortness of breath, and dizziness, and mostly the thirst. God, the smell of Wang Yibo in the morning. If he could bottled it up, he will be a rich man.

"Why you're up already? It's only.." he looked at the clock, "8.30 a.m??" He dropped his jaw. Two and a half hours since Yibo's arrival and he did nothing but daydreaming.

"Not only I'm up, but I took the liberty to take shower and brush my teeth, I even floss!" He smiled so sweetly, as if he knew what's preoccupying the other's mind. "So, Zhan ge, what will you teach me to cook today? I love rice noodles in beef broth with lots of vinegar! Can we make that today? Please?"

How can I ever refused this manchild? 

"Okay, Yibo, whatever you like." He smiled back at the manchild, who's now sipping his coffee and flipping the tv channel looking for cartoon program.
 

Yibo insisted to make his own noodle from scratch. 

Xiao Zhan tried to coax him to at least learn some basic knife skills before he destroyed the beef in process, finally gave up upon his stubborness, and get the meat slicer out.

"You got this cool gadget and yet you still let me to cut the meat manually?" His eyes shines bright at the meat slicer.

"It's a learning process, Yibo, you have to learn manually first before you can use gadgets, so you will know the process, the principle of things, and the most important thing is, when the electricity went out, you will be just fine doing everything manually, by hand."

"Ooh, what I'd give to get my hands on...things." he smirked, and that went straight to Xiao Zhan's loin.

Damn this gremlin...

Basically the taping part has no real problem, except that they had to retake the part where Yibo :
1. Burnt the meat.
2. Overcooked the noodles
3. Almost sliced his finger off
4. Spilled the whole broth onto the floor, and they had to make another batch.
5. Pour too much vinegar on his noodles, making it unedible.

Xiao Zhan went to take a break when he could not see anymore of his kitchen's being destroyed. He put some hot water to make chamomile tea, hoping the shit will calmed his fraying nerves, about the chaos, the mess, most of all about a certain idol that he would have to spend the next few weeks under the same roof.

"Xiao Laoshi, I really thank you for being so patient with Wang Laoshi, I really really apologized for any incovenience he caused." Yibo's assistant, a tired looking woman named Lingjiao, bowed her head repeatedly.

"Ms. Lingjiao, it's alright, stop bowing to me, I know that he could not cook to save his life, and I'm prepared to teach him how. Well, he is worse than any of my other students, but it's very understandable, since he had to go away since he was a kid, and being babied by a lot of geges, he doesn't even need to cook, a lot of people are willing to do anything for him. I just want him to at least able to and if he had to, he could do it by himself easily. After all he's a very famous man, just in case he had to stay at home, alone, with no access to ready to eat food."

"If that's the case, I will call you, and asked you to cook for me, Zhan ge, in fact, why don't you become my private chef? You can always take care of me, and my daily needs." He stood on the door frame, hands crossed in front of his chest, unabashed to be caught eavesdropping. 

At the sound of 'my daily needs', Xiao Zhan's ears became red, and his heartbeat's increasing fast, thinking about what other daily needs Yibo will need besides food. He mentally slapped himself then. And already Lingjiao scurried away at the sight of his boss, leaving him to his privacy with the chef.

"You know I will cook for you if you ever have the need for it, maybe for dinner with your girlfriend? Or a party?" Xiao Zhan's fidgeting with his apron, unable to look the other in the eyes, afraid that his blooming feelings for this guy will show. So, it's too late for him to escape when the other trapped him between his arms. Not quite touching, but too close for comfort.

"How nice of you to do that for me, Zhan ge," his voice is vibrating in Xiao Zhan's lower body, making him shivers. "What if I said, that I don't intend to have girfriend? Or that I don't like girls...like that?" His breath on Xiao Zhan's ear did the unspeakable thing and turning his mind upside down, making him weak on the knees, and Yibo's there to catch him, when he almost fall. "So, if me breathing down your neck, making you weak on your knees, I wonder what will happen if I touch you...here." his hand's touching the lower back if Xiao Zhan, earning him a gasp. "...and here." His hand's moving lower. And Xiao Zhan couldn't hold the moan that escaped from his throat.

"You keep making that sound, don't blame me if I lose my control and ravaged you right here and now." His voice is rough on Xiao Zhan's ear, filling him with desire that's been bubbling since the first time he laid eyes on the idol. 

Yibo couldn't helped it anymore when he claims the older's mouth into his, and it's like a whole new horizon's been opened for him. The taste of his mouth, the sweet sounds he made when he made love to his tongue, it only sparked the already burning ember of passion in his belly. But, he let go of him, regretfully.

"Not here, not now." He whispered into the other's mouth, panting, uncomfortable in his growing erection.

Xiao Zhan pulled away, surprised at his own reaction to the kiss. The incredible, out of this world kiss. And most of all, of his confession about him not liking girls. Oh, he was flattered alright. But there's so many things running through his head in a thousand miles per hour.

"Stop thinking your pretty head off," Yibo seems to be able to read his mind. "Oh for godsake, it's written clearly on your face, I don't need to read your mind." He laughed and kiss him chastely. "We're going to finish this segment first, and then later..." he left the sentence open, and winked at him.

That flirty demon! 

Xiao Zhan took a 15 minutes break to ease his hard erection before he went back to the kitchen.