3rd Person P.O.V.
"So you're telling me this guy's been in Liánhuā Hú for almost three years?" Mitzuki confirmed, jerking his head toward the pinkette sitting next to him.
"Mn. Can we deal with Izuka Yang?" The light brunette shook his head in a barely perceptible motion, paling again at the name and the memories it brought back.
"Uh-uh. Look, I know you mean well and all but... I just, I want... to forget about him, you know? I'm sorry. I know you're just looking out for me and stuff, but, I just want to forget about it. I can't... I just can't-" Mitzuki's breathing quickened and his hand became sweaty. His heart raced and he felt his body tremble with the weight of the thoughts that plagued him.
BamBam was holding Mitzuki's hand still so he noticed first when the brunette trembled, he quickly wrapped his arms around the brunette, gently bringing the others' head to lean against his shoulder.
"Mitzuki, hey... Hey, take a deep breath, 'Zuuki, hold it, let it out. Good job baby. Come on, do it for me again, you can breathe, let it go okay, don't worry about it, he can't hurt you here. You're safe here baby," Mitzuki had released the pinkette's hand and wrapped his arms tightly around his torso trying to take deeper breaths to avoid the panic attack.
Eijirou had arrived during the few minutes it took BamBam to calm Mitzuki and he placed the wine pitcher, teapot and cups on the table. The elder Lan watched analytically as BamBam talked his (almost) son down from a potential panic attack and made a mental note to tell his husband that the pinkette was helpful in calming down one of their sons. Lan Yibo's eyes flicked towards the door and stared in anticipation before a voice called out,
"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you're here! Let's have a drink my Lan Zhan. My husband."
"Mn." All heads turned to see Lan Wuxian approaching quickly, a large white envelope in hand. Lan Yibo moved gracefully to the side and lifted his arm as the slender man dressed in a suit of the darkest midnight blue with a crisp and bold red shirt under a waistcoat of the same inky midnight blue slid into the seat beside him; Lan Wuxian was practically sitting in his husband's lap and had the table been high enough he definitely would have been. Embracing his husband he kissed Yibo soundly.
"Did you miss me, my husband?"
"Mn." At this, the darkly clothed male smiled broadly. Delighting as always in the fact his husband wanted to see him and missed him when they were apart, Lan Wuxian's smile made his face glow and seemed to light up the air around him. With one final kiss on his husbands palm Wuxian began pulling paperwork out of the folder and began speaking without further ado.
"Hello Mitzuki. Sizhui got me the paperwork back we agreed on. Are you okay? You don't look okay, here have a drink, you'll feel better." Lan Wuxian hadn't stopped talking since he sat down and after he poured water for the light brunette, Lan Yibo handed him a glass from the second jar in front of him. Handing it to his husband Lan Yibo's eyes and mouth softened as he watched the other inhale the aroma of the Emperors Smile and what could only be described as a private look passed between the two men.
"Mmmm, my Lan Zhan you always know what I like. Xièxiè."
"Mn. No need for xièxiè or bàoqiàn." A small smile graced the younger Lan's lips.
"I'll drink for us both then." Lan Wuxian tipped the cup and savoured the drink as his husband watched him in appreciation.
Mitzuki swallowed a large mouthful of the clear liquid the male in midnight blue had passed him before choking on it as he realized it was not water - it was full bodied Emperors Smile from his own jar instead of the water brought over for them.
"Lan Ying!" Lan Yibo scolded him as he laughed while Kim's face was flushing red from coughing as BamBam hit his back and poured him (actual) water so the light brunette could wash the taste of the alcohol from his mouth. Mitzuki didn't usually drink liquor as it made his low alcohol tolerance become non-existent and with the rich Emperors Smile it also affected him quicker than other alcohol.
The panic and anxiety tormented young man in front of them who had lost all self-confidence during his time with Izuka Yang transformed into a different person after consuming alcohol. Kim Mitzuki once again became the confident, enigmatic and strong willed young man he used to be; though when he was drunk (a rare occurrence) Kim Mitzuki was now also blunt, forceful and more aggressive - the violence that'd ripped apart who he was had grown into part of his drunk persona.
Mitzuki enjoyed the feeling of being in control and he remembered everything he did. He didn't enjoy the turbulence or aggression the alcohol brought out in him but with his face flushed red from the Emperors Smile, Kim Mitzuki opened his mouth and stunned BamBam with the words that spewed out.
"Kill the mother-fucking self-serving pond scum." The brunette now had four pairs of eyes on him.
"Seriously Lan Ying, you can shank his ass yourself or get some dude to wipe him of the face of the planet because as far as we're concerned Izuka Yang can burn in purgatory with his whole band of murdering cunts that follow him," Mitzuki studied BamBam for a long moment, "Except this guy. He left before I did and I don't know who was pretending to be him, but kill that mother-fucker too. We all know that I wouldn't normally say this but it's how I feel, ya know? I want nothing more than to shove the blade into his lungs and sever his spine myself but we all know that won't happen because as far as my usual self is concerned, well, we all know I don't have the balls to even face the real-life version of my nightmares."
BamBam, by this time, had his mouth hanging open. Unsure what to make of the words that were flowing out of his forever crush's mouth, he just gaped. Eijirou used a finger to close the pinkette's jaw. Lan Wuxian laughed heartily.
"Yeah yeah. So does this mean we can continue as planned last time then?" He asked, having obviously known that he'd given the light brunette the wrong drink and orchestrating this conversation from the beginning, regardless that he didn't know what'd aspired previously and how it could affect their conversation.
"Sure. Let's take that mother-fucker for all he's got. You'll need to employ more bodyguards though and at least one for me because if that fucker gets wind of where I am - like, even the slightest idea I'm breathing, he's gonna come for me and he'll fuck me up so bad I'll be dead. Knowing me I'd probably let the cunt do it too. He'd sweet talk his way into getting me alone, fuck me up and make me believe it was all my fault. If that didn't kill me then I probably would after letting him touch me again."
Mitzuki felt a rush of shame course in his veins in saying this especially since he knew without a doubt that it was true. The brunette reached for the jar of Emperors Smile and poured himself a second cup. Swallowing it quickly he stared at the pinkette with appraisal in his eyes,
"Hell, maybe we can hire my long time crush to be my bodyguard? We know he'd make sure I was hidden well from prying eyes, and since his hot piece of ass used to work for my ex boyfriend long before I came on the scene he knows, or knew, how that cheap thug worked so he'd know how to protect me best." Three pairs of eyes turned to look at BamBam and he froze like a rabbit in a spotlight.