Ying & Yu

Ying & Yu never got enough time in the Chinese drama Whirlwind girl 2. Although, I love both of these actors and would love to see them in their own drama!

Yu finally adjusted to his new surroundings in New York City. Yes, he was far from that little village in China where everyone learned martial arts. Not that he was bad at the sport, it was just he got overlooked because he was so tall and he had another purpose. In search of his first LOVE.

Oh yeah, he'd found her and she was a firecracker of a friend, but just not his friend. He watched it all from afar. He'd been attentive while he was at the hall, but there was so much more to life than Yuan Wu Dao, especially when one wasn't a champion. As it was, he knew Ying would move on one day, maybe find her own dream. But she was distant and he decided to let her go, after all...even if..in his heart he was certain she was the only one.

Since then, he'd grown taller, got a haircut and was doing pretty good as an apprentice at a sushi shop. He also did some modeling on the side. Still, it was lonely, but he was used to being alone in this big old cold city.

He'd gotten another gig again at the fashion hub. At least, they kept asking him back. Maybe he would learn some skills there too. But it was slow and he didn't look exactly like the boy next door type. But one of the designers found him refreshing and always wanted him to sport her latest suits and casual wear.

While he was on his way out he caught eye of someone, but he didn't make much of it. Or at least, he told himself this while he was prepping shrimp and other stuffings where he worked. Naturally, he got mad at himself that he didn't get a closer look at the girl. She didn't look to be in her twenties, but maybe she was.

Yu found himself at a low point, even with money in the bank and roof over his head at the boarding house. He had to speak English now. He felt he was leaving a part of himself behind. Yes, there were a few at work who spoke his native tongue, but even then it didn't feel like home.

So there he was in the park on a beautiful fall day walking around, thinking he should be happy and then he saw her. It was Ying.

"YOU!" He pointed. "IT'S YOU!" He yelled in Chinese. Naturally, she got up in her down to earth jeans and came toward him.

Immediately, she gave him the eye.

"What are you doing here?" She'd been here in the city for only three weeks. "Did you follow me? Have you been my shadow? All this time!"

Yu's eyes only bulged a bit. He shook his head no. "I've been here over a year."

She rolled her eyes at that.

"I'm a fashion designer." She hugged herself hard as if she had no time to chit-chat with him.

"Oh really?" He tilted his head, knowing she was full of white lies. Always had been. Always would.

"I'm going to be one." She was straight lipped as she looked up at him as if she never lied to him.

"That's great." He smiled, but he could tell she wanted him to say something more. Something just about her. She always said she didn't like how he was around her. She couldn't stand it. Usually, this ended up with a kick in the knee or someplace even more personal.

Now she was grabbing him by the arm.

"Buy me something good to eat," Ying said.

"Why?" He didn't want to swoon just yet, but he was a happy boy.

"I dunno. I need a drink."

"A drink? Like what?" Yu was shocked.

 She pulled him along. She knew where to go and he let her lead the way.

Ten minutes later they were back at the park with a stash of fruity pop wine. He should have expected it. In no time, she was telling him her life story, how her folks thought she needed to study abroad since she'd wasted so much of her life at the local martial arts hall. Her parents expected her to work just as hard as they did, someday.

"Why would I want to take over my mom's restaurant or her store?" Her voice slurred as she took another sip of the fluid cheap wine. Perhaps, she looked a bit sad about it, being on her own. "Who knows, I might never go back."

Yu just nodded thinking he didn't remember this side of Ying.

"I had high hopes I'd find my idol, but he never came." She shook her head. She looked at him then. "What was I thinking?" She talked of her old friend Hu, but it had been a love-hate relationship. "He was never my boyfriend."

It was true, Yu was the only one who truly ever noticed her. "And I couldn't stand it." She was bitter now as she drank more.

"Let's eat something." Yu did his best to be bright and not mention the past. He supposed he'd been an arse of some kind. He knew he was a dreamer and he knew he'd always wanted to be with her. After all, she was still the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Now he felt sad for her. Yet, he found it hard to breathe. Maybe he was a little nervous around her.

But she didn't want to eat. In fact, she wanted to go back to his place.

"My place?" He wasn't going to say no to that.

So they went up the fire escape so the old lady downstairs wouldn't know.

"Be very quiet." He pressed his forefinger on her lips and she laughed. He knew even then it was a bad idea. But he'd take his chances. After all, she was clinging to him like lovers do in those epic Chinese dramas.

Actually, it was a bit of a dance to get down the back hallway and to his room. He thought for sure he would lose his key, but she took it and opened the door with such precision. Yu was beginning to think she might be a professional of some kind. He wasn't sure what profession.

As soon as they got to his room and the lamp barely on, they never made it to the bed. Instead, the floor became much more relaxing. He did his best to be quiet since she kept telling him to be quiet. Although, she giggled a bit when her lips met his, and it was as if she vibrated through his being. Certainly, the best sensation that had ever happened to him.