Jingyu woke up and knew it was the day.

Three hundred and sixty six days since WeiZhou had died. It hurt more than anything else ever had.

Jingyu hobbled into the kitchen, woozy from the pills he took to fall asleep without the reoccurring nightmare of WeiZhou. He opened up Jackson's medicine cabinet, hoping the younger man was still sleeping, so he could finally do this without causing anyone pain.

He screwed open the cap and poured several white pills into his hand. These would be the pills that ended his life.

He counted down until he would pop them, until he would close his eyes and adventure into the unknown.

One.

Two...

"Jingyu!" Jackson yelled from the top of the stairs. Hurriedly, Jingyu shoved the pills back into the container, trying to pretend like he wasn't about to do what he was about to do. Jackson grinned at him. "Get dressed. We're going on a road trip."

He sat in the shotgun seat of Jackson's car, shades on because the sun hurt his eyes. Jingyu wanted to be dead. It would be better than where ever Jackson was taking him.

"Where are we going?" He asked, watching trees pass by the window. The way the sky silhouetted against the shadows of the trees as it turned orange and red, somehow reminded him of Zhou's hair. He thought of it dyed various shades of the sunset, and his mind eased slightly.

"Mangsang." Jackson replied, putting his hand on Jingyu's shoulder. "BamBam's there. You'll really like it, I'm sure."

Jingyu smiled softly, liking the feeling of Jackson's hand on his shoulder. He knew Mangsang couldn't be the that great, nothing could be great anymore, not without WeiZhou.

He closed his eyes, imagining the tattoo that was on WeiZhou's shoulder. He remembered sucking on that tattoo, biting it until WeiZhou's skin blossomed with shades of blue and black and purple.

He could hear WeiZhou's gentle moans deep in his head. WeiZhou was imbedded deep in his brain, and and much as he wanted to, he couldn't ignore it. It was an itch that he couldn't scratch, a need he couldn't fathom.

They eventually reached a break in the heavily wooded area, where the dark ocean met the now dark sky. Jingyu stared at it with amazement, a weight being momentarily lifted off his chest. But, Jackson turned, driving away from the sea and closer to his heartache.

WeiZhou's mind was attacking him. He was so afraid of what Jingyu would do, what he could do. Would he be mad? Would he act on impulses? Would he hurt WeiZhou? His leg bounced up and down as he waited for Jingyu to arrive. His nails dug into his skin as his heart raced.

BamBam took his wrist, smoothing his finger over crescent-moon shaped indents in the sensitive skin. "Chill out." He said softly, messing up WeiZhou's hair. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he took it out, staring at the text from his lover.

Jackson: Be there in five.

Jingyu stood up slowly. His legs hurt and he was still slightly woozy from the sleep pills. The fresh air smelled good to him though, and there was something familiar about the huge yellow house looming in front of him. He took off his sunglasses, rubbing his red eyes and blinking.

Jackson watched as Jingyu walked forward, his pace unbelievably slow. His shoulders slumped but he tried to stand up straighter.

Jingyu raised his fist to the door, knocking on the wood slowly. Was he even supposed to knock? Was he even supposed to be here? He glanced back at Jackson, who only gave him a carful smile.

He wasn't fully sure who's house this was, or why he was here, but there was a force pulling him. Like a magnet, he was attracted to the house.

When Jingyu knocked, WeiZhou stood up from the chair, walking there with fear in his eyes. But there was a fire in his heart that masked the fear, burning it, and taking over his body.

WeiZhou opened the door, coming face to face with Jingyu. The older man's face melted in a second, and his eyebrows drew close together, but there was a look in his eyes different than anything else. Anyone else would have been confused at his eyes, but WeiZhou knew what they were saying. Of course, he knew what Jingyu was trying to tell him.

In two short steps, Jingyu pulled WeiZhou into his arms, choking back a sob when he felt those arms around him again. He almost fell to his knees, pulling away hurriedly but not taking his hands away from WeiZhou's face.

He pulled at his ear, rubbing across his forehead to smooth over his eyebrow. "ZhouZhou, is this real?" He sighed, patting WeiZhou's cheek. WeiZhou nodded, pressing his forehead against Jingyu's.

"It's me, Jingyu. I'm here." Jingyu was crying now. Of course he was, he couldn't stop. This really was the man he had missed for so long. This really was his ZhouZhou.

Jingyu moved forward, pressing his lips against WeiZhou's and kissing him softly, remembered the taste. Those lips were the same lips that taunted him on the set of Addicted. The same ones that comforted his body into a irresistible array of pleasure. Jingyu turned WeiZhou around, pressing him up against the wall and kissing him harder.

Jingyu pulled away. "It's really you." He grinned widely. "ZhouZhou, I missed you so much. Baobei. Baobei. Baobei...." he repeated the nickname, pulling WeiZhou into a hug again. "Why did you leave..."

Suddenly, Jingyu pushed Zhou away, his brows creased.

"Why... did you leave?"