Chapter 14.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
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Chapter 14.2
They left the gallery slightly after ten. The movie theater was nearby, and there was already a crowd by the time they arrived. Worried that Gao Zhun might be spooked if strangers brushed against him by accident, Fang Chi subtly s.h.i.+fted his body from behind to s.h.i.+eld Gao Zhun from the milling crowd around them. They had a choice between two movies: one was a romance, while the other was a horror flick. ”It's been a long time since I last watched a horror film,” Zuo Linlin exclaimed with great excitement, ”let's pick the horror!”
Seeing the fear that flashed across Gao Zhun's face, Fang Chi immediately suggested, ”Let's go for the romance instead. I prefer something more light-hearted.”
”But Charles, I seem to remember that horror films are your favorite.” She lifted her gaze, her eyes narrowing just a bit as the apples of her cheeks s.h.i.+fted a little - a clear sign that she was up to no good. Fang Chi knew her too well. Sure enough, she beamed as she turned to Gao Zhun. ”What do you think?”
Gao Zhun's eyes flitted from Zuo Linlin to Fang Chi. He was so pale, and he seemed so pitiful as he deferred to her. ”Since Dr. Fang likes them…”
They bought tickets for three consecutive seats at the end of the row. Upon entering the theater, Gao Zhun was the first to make his way down the narrow aisle. After he sat down in the furthest seat, right by the wall, Fang Chi slipped into the next seat ahead of Zuo Linlin. She was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered and sat down happily in the outermost seat - she figured that it was his way of keeping her to himself by separating her from Gao Zhun.
The lights went out as the dragon seal1 appeared on the screen. Darkness descended all around them, and Gao Zhun's breathing grew erratic. Fang Chi sensed the change and felt him stiffen in his seat; his body became completely rigid, as if he were bound by an invisible rope. The opening credits soon gave way to a shot down a narrow alley with no end or opening in sight. Only the sound of measured footsteps rang out in the dark. Bit by bit, Gao Zhun shrank towards Fang Chi; they were so close that Fang Chi now felt the other man's icy breath on his ear. Suddenly, a b.l.o.o.d.y hand appeared. Thud - the accompanying sound effect echoed in the theater, and Gao Zhun curled up on himself. Fang Chi immediately reached out in the dark and grabbed his hand.
Almost at the same time, Zuo Linlin slid a soft hand onto Fang Chi's thigh. After allowing her hand to linger there for a while, she sought out his other hand and slipped her fingers through his. For reasons he did not comprehend, Fang Chi felt sickened by her touch. He tried shaking her off by reaching for a drink, but her hand found its way into his grip once again. Gao Zhun's hand, however, was quaking so hard that it began slipping out of Fang Chi's hold. Fang Chi had no choice but to secure his grip by locking their fingers together - just like the way Zuo Linlin had locked his other hand with hers. He leaned towards Gao Zhun, offering his shoulder to the other man as he pressed their cheeks together. ”Close your eyes,” he breathed against Gao Zhun's skin, ”lean on me if it gets too much for you.”
Then he caught the wet gleam in Gao Zhun's watery eyes as they glistened in the dark, and Fang Chi was no longer capable of thinking. He raised the armrest between them and wrapped his arm around Gao Zhun's waist. Instantly, like a kitten or puppy frightened out of its wits, Gao Zhun buried himself in Fang Chi's embrace. Fang Chi felt the palpable warmth of Gao Zhun's body against his own.
”What's wrong?” Zuo Linlin glanced over at their side, displeasure written all over her face.
”I have to take him outside,” Fang Chi explained as he stood up with Gao Zhun in his arms. ”You stay for the film.”
Thus, with all eyes on him, he wrapped his arms firmly around the beautiful man and stumbled his way out of the theater. Once they were outside, he was careful to avoid well-lit places that were far too bright. He finally stopped behind a rectangular pillar at the side of the corridor and loosened his hold on the other man bit by bit, as if he were tearing off a chunk of his own flesh.
Gao Zhun's lips trembled. Hidden under his lashes were eyes that had lost their focus and pools of unshed tears. Clasping Gao Zhun's hands in his own, Fang Chi called out urgently, ”Look at me, Gao Zhun. Look at me!”
Yet Gao Zhun seemed oblivious to Fang Chi's voice as murmured pleas welled up from the depths of his throat, ”No, no… let me go… please, I beg you…”
Fang Chi realized that Gao Zhun's trauma had been triggered. As direct consolation was seldom effective on patients who were consumed by traumatic memories, Fang Chi changed tactics. He switched to a less direct approach that allowed him to influence Gao Zhun's behavior through psychological suggestions. ”You want me to let go?” he asked, loosening his grip a little and pretending to back away. Gao Zhun reacted instantly. He grabbed Fang Chi's hand and peered up at him in panic as he called out his name for the first time, ”Fang Chi… Fang Chi!”
”Yes, I'm here,” Fang Chi answered with a calm smile. He returned Gao Zhun's grip with one hand and kneaded Gao Zhun's chest with the other. ”Everything's fine now. Take a deep breath. Follow my lead.”