They walked hand in hand to the shore, enjoying the November air. They both wore puffy jackets, but their hands were left ungloved. They counted on each other to warm those up.

The town was empty from tourists this time of year, and not many townspeople were out, since most were tending to farming and other important jobs that related to that.

So the beach was left to the two men, who ran onto the grains of sand like it was their life source. Huge smiles were painted on both of their faces as they ran to the waters edge, stopping there and staring out.

Mangsang beach was beautiful. When standing at the shore, you could look out and see miles of sea, nothing else. No islands stood in the way. Though the sky was usually cloudy or slightly polluted, any land was far, far away. Even if the clouds went away, and the pollution was somehow banished, the sea would stay infinite. It almost felt like you were on a distant island, far away from any other people, from any distractions.

That's how WeiZhou felt. Here, there was no one that knew him. It was so sealed away from the rest of the world, seldom few people actually knew about it. It was a little hideaway from the bustling cities of Busan or Seoul.

WeiZhou felt arms drape over his shoulders, and he smiled at the sudden touch. He staggered slightly under Jingyu's weight, but caught his balance and looked to his side.

"A shell?" WeiZhou said, taking the tiny object from Jingyu's hand. He turned it over in his fingers, examining it.

"I found it on the beach." Jingyu said. His voice sounded giddy and relaxed. "It's really pretty."

WeiZhou nodded, agreeing with Jingyu. "Can I keep it?" Jingyu nodded, he felt it against his neck. He sighed happily, putting it in the pocket of his jeans.

"There's love bites under your jaw, Zhou." Jingyu pressed his finger onto a purple spot on WeiZhou's neck, smiling when he felt his boyfriend jolt away.

"I wonder who did that." WeiZhou said sarcastically, grabbing Jingyu's hand.

"Mmmh, I don't know. Must've been someone strong."

"And handsome, I'm guessing." WeiZhou followed Jingyu's egging on. "Maybe courageous, probably sexy."

He heard Jingyu laugh against him. "Sexy, I'm sure." He kissed WeiZhou's neck this time. "But courageous, I doubt it."

Slowly, WeiZhou turned around, putting his hands on either side of Jingyu's hips. "What do you mean?"

"If he was courageous, he wouldn't have left you alone for this long." He pressed his forehead against Zhou's. "If he was courageous he wouldn't have to show the would you were his. They would just know."

Zhou didn't know what he meant by that, but he understood what he meant from the pressure of the hands on his hips. Reaching an arm up, he stroked Jingyu's cheekbone lovingly.

"It's okay, baby." He smiled, pressing his lips to Jingyu's. "I know who I belong to. Isn't that enough?"

Jingyu stared at him. "I wish I could share my love for you with everyone."

"Maybe some day." WeiZhou sighed, trying to brighten Jingyu's mood. "But for now, you can share your love for me with my eoma."

Jingyu kissed him and smiled. "Okay. That's good enough for now."

•••

Jae Hwa was a traveller at heart. She had been to many beautiful places. Paris, Athens, Newfoundland and Brazil, to name a few. But she always told WeiZhou that she had never tasted better French baking then in the little French Cafe here in Mangsang.

So, before heading to beloved eoma's house, WeiZhou helped Jingyu pick out an assortment of sweets for her to taste. They walked there, taking their time. Jingyu asked questions about Jae Hwa, questions that WeiZhou didn't answer. He knew well enough she would answer them herself soon.

WeiZhou knocked on her door, taking Jingyu's hand for support with a small smile. The door opened a few moments later, and Jae Hwa stared in surprise at the two boys.

Jingyu was different looking in real life. Of course, he was now sleep deprived, nervous, and slightly cold, but he also looked incredibly older then the pictures WeiZhou had shown her.

"Good morning, WeiZhou." She nodded at the younger, and bowed in respect.

"Good morning, eoma."

"Who did you bring to visit me?" She smiled widely, knowing full well who it was.

"I'm Jingyu. It's good to meet you." He smiled softly, sensing some sort of tension. "I brought you baked goods."

Her smile widened even more as she took the box, turning around and walking back into her house. "Come, come in. No use standing out in the cold." WeiZhou nodded, following her inside and taking off his jacket. He helped Jingyu to hang his up and to take off his shoes. They then headed in and sat down at the table.

"Jingyu, I've heard so much about you." She poured him a cup of tea, placing it at his spot. "I thought I would never get to meet you."

WeiZhou picked up his own cup and drank from it. "I told you you would get to meet him eventually." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Well, it seemed like I would never. But, anyway, Jingyu, I'd like to hear about you. Tell me a story. Something about to get to know you with."

Jingyu told her about the first time he had kissed WeiZhou. They were fooling around in Jingyu's hotel room, the city sky all spanned out in front of them. You could see everything through two giant windows.

Jingyu finally had WeiZhou pinned down, who was squirming, but grinning. Both men were panting immensely, but when Jingyu leaned his head down and connected their lips, WeiZhou stopped squirming.

At first, they did it just to 'practice'. So that Bai Lou Yin and Gu Hai would look more real on screen than anything else in the show. At least, that's what they told themselves. Honestly, they just liked being together, and Jingyu liked WeiZhou's lips more than anyone else's. WeiZhou, on the other hand, loved Jingyu's wandering hands, touching him in all the right places that turned kissing into much, much more.

After the series finished filming, the two men moved in together, which gave them a lot more time to do much, much more. But it was also confusing. Both men had never been attracted to the opposite sex before, so it took weeks of experimentation to figure it out.

The conclusion was: I was meant for this man.