Devoted

I'm a violinist so when I was watching Ep: 13, I just could not get over how hot Bai Yu looked playing the violin! I mean seriously! And then there was Shen Wei. Who was so stunned and so ready to move to a new level of super-fandom. His expression was like "I've been in love with this guy for 10,000 yrs! I live with him! How did I not know this? Stalker-fail!

In honor of Tina Guo, 2 Cellos and Ji-Hae Park. They are breathtaking.

So, here it is: The fanfic no one even asked for.

No Beta, so any mistakes are mine. English is not my first language either. Enjoy!

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They say obsessed people are the most dangerous. Shen Wei would agree wholeheartedly. They were unstable people that stalked other people and usually meant them harm. He after all was not obsessed. He was devoted.

Which was why, instead of refining the new recipe, he was showcasing at the restaurant tomorrow, he was watching Zhao Yunlan's video channel. It was the first thing he checked every morning along with the news and the last thing he watched every night before sleep. Seeing that animated face and hearing his voice had become a lifeline. His music...well that had been his Savior for a year now.

He needed a different kind of saving now. In three days, said Savior was dining in his restaurant. From social media and his own videos, he knew roughly what Zhao liked and being a Three Michelin Star chef, when Zhao had posted that he was looking forward to returning home to Dragon City, he had done the one thing, he swore he would never do. He invited Zhao Yunlan into his life.

How was he going to cook, knowing his Savior was sitting out there, beyond the door? He had lost his mind.

It had started simply enough.

Shen had been a pastry chef, one half of a culinary duo with his twin brother Ye Zun. They worked for years, building the reputation of their award-winning Three Michelin Star restaurant Dixing, into a culinary powerhouse, where celebrities and government officials would dine. For five years they had soared, finally reaching their goal and to celebrate that anniversary, a friend had given them tickets the night before the big gathering, to a classical music concert. He hadn't wanted to go, an irony that amused him no end later, but he went for his Didi.

The concert had been predictable and tedious, right up until Zhao Yunlan had taken the stage. Shen Wei had been stunned by his beauty first, he could admit that. His was a facet of an angel, with smouldering coal eyes and the mouth of a poet, combined with a tall, athletic body, dressed in head-to-toe navy blue. Shen Wei was not the only one bedazzled as he had glided onto the stage and watched breathless as he captivated the audience, bowing respectfully, before sitting down with a smile.

Beauty was one thing, but when he began to play an exquisitely carved cello, the world stilled and changed, flowing and dancing to the notes he brought forth. The skill was stunning but the emotion and passion with which he played, was nothing short of breathtaking, daring anyone not to be moved, to the very soul.

It was extraordinary and he had experienced the strangest urge to kneel at his feet, to see that smile and watch his fingers dancing over the fingerboard up close. Ye Zun had nudged him, amusement clear. "To see you so enamored Gege...I should have forced you out more!"

He had blushed, shoving his twin and had tried not to be so captivated, but when he left the stage, he had been bereft, only to watch with joy when he returned after the intermission, this time with a violin.

"He plays both?" Ye Zun had asked, as if daring him to be less of a violinist.

Some instinct wanted him to defend this man. This beautiful stranger. He had taken the center, bowed to the conductor again and began. Within moments, the pianist began Carmen Fantasy Opus 25 and five seconds later, Zhao Yulan had already enthralled the audience. Again. One minute later, Shen Wei had forgotten how to breathe, so absorbed by his graceful movements, so entranced by the difference between his glorious first piece and this exquisite rendition. When that too was over, he swore he might have clapped the loudest, ignoring Ye Zun's laughter.

His phone buzzed, startling him from memory, but he ignored the call. It was nothing urgent, so he pressed play, focusing on Zhao Yunlan who came into view, standing in front of a hotel bed. He was in Quebec, playing at a classical concert marking a famous anniversary, but the details escaped Shen Wei as he took in the tight jeans artfully ripped at the knee and the grey t-shirt stretched over that sculpted chest.

His Savior waved as he always did, grinning. "Zhao Yunlan here. Soo...the flight has been delayed because of the weather. It's ten below freezing! So, we are all jammed into this hotel, the only one that had enough room and we have nowhere to go for another four to six hours."

Shen immediately wondered if he was dressed warm enough.

His second thought was that of a premier chef. How bad was the food? Had he eaten? His gastritis might be playing up…

Da Qing landed on the bed beside him and enthusiastically waved, wearing his usual dungarees with a red flannel shirt in respect to the weather Shen supposed. He liked Da Qing. He had been friends and one of Zhao's staunchest supporters, for decades, famous in his own right as the lead guitarist of a heavy rock band, Zhao also sometimes played for, plus a studio drummer. "We thought we would post something instead!"

"Damn Fatty you nearly killed me!" Zhao griped, shoving him.

Da Qing just shoved back and picked up his acoustic guitar. "You ready or you need time alone?"

Zhao rolled his eyes and moved his cello into view. "I wrote this about a week ago, it's called Autumn Memories and I would really love some feedback. Love it, hate it, and say it in the comments below!" He commanded imperiously, then grinned and bowed towards the camera.

It was romantic and surprisingly joyful. At the end, he thanked his sponsors for their amazing support, causing Shen to blush slightly, since he was one of them. He stared at the comments box. He could write an essay on how much he had loved it, but that was too much. So, four minutes later he typed "One of your best. Love it".

Closing his laptop, before he was tempted to watch another, Shen Wei was ready to face the world. He smiled, a shy sweet smile hardly anyone had ever witnessed. Traffic would be terrible and if he was stuck in traffic, he could listen to quite a few songs on Zhao's latest album, Rivers and Mountains before getting to the restaurant.

He needed all the inspiration he could get.

Devoted.