Conquering the mountains to become kings《Zhanyi version》

Wang Yibo's accident with alcohol . . .

Author's POV

Wang Yibo is lost.

Wang Yibo only thoroughly realized he was lost when it was the moment he stopped walking, or perhaps it was that instant Wang Yibo finally awoke from his daze and started looking around, only to realize he didn't recognize any houses around the area.

Maybe it was then that Wang Yibo realized that he was screwed, but Wang Yibo was manly enough to not try and shed a tear about this fact he would (hopefully) be able to laugh off with Seungyoun hyung in a few months or perhaps years if luck was on Yibo's side.

Yet right now, Yibo's biggest worry was how he should find a way to get home, and it sounded simple, but . . .

In an unknown country, in a strange city, and last but not least, an unfamiliar neighbourhood!

That was also the exact moment when the rain started falling from the sky, at first only some droplets, until it wasn't only droplets anymore.

"It can't get worse, can it?" Wang Yibo mumbled the word under his breath that got carried away by the wind as he watched the rain trickle its way down from heaven slowly. As if the sky was crying, but then in slow motion.

He waited for a few minutes before the rain started intensifying as if it was challenging his words, and Wang Yibo crawled a bit back under the roof of the shop.

Sighing deeply, he buried his head onto my knees as he put his hands around my legs, hugging himself on the stairs of the city centre in total loneliness and quietness that Wang Yibo wasn't used to.

Laying his head sideways against his knees, Wang Yibo looked at the clock tower.

It was 11 pm.

Stretching his long gone numb leg in such a short fraction of time, Wang Yibo touched the rain with his shoes, almost like his shoe was dancing with the rain.

Yet watching the rain drenching them while Wang Yibo hummed a quiet song that had gotten stuck inside his mind for some days.

The sky had darkened to a beautiful shade of dark blue that went paired with some peach-orange that flowed surprisingly well Wang Yibo noted and not forgetting the clouds that formed a heart, although people often see what they wish to see.

Wang Yibo chuckled humourlessly.

It almost seemed like a drama movie, a lonely ethereal boy sitting on the stairs of a closed shop at night, waiting for his prince charming, who is, by the way, far too late.

The rain pouring from heaven while the boy waiting is tapping his feet into the small pool of water with a quiet rhythm of a sad love song.

The only thing missing is basically the most crucial part, Wang Yibo's prince charming . . .

He groaned with annoyance, "I am not a princess waiting for his prince." Yibo huffed in irritation while talking to the sky; he stood straight up, dusting the imaginary dust off his clothes as the rain hit him straight into the face.

Biting back a curse, he ruffled a hand through his jet black hair; the raindrops kept falling from heaven heavier as if they were bullying him.

Unconsciously a pout formed on Yibo's lips as he wanted to march forwards to the wishing fountain, or at least, he saw it as a wishing fountain.

After a few steps, Yibo was already drained from head to toe, but on the other hand, at least he was in front of the so-called 'wishing' fountain, so Wang Yibo fished a coin from his pocket.

Holding it tightly, he closed my eyes, making a wish.

If fairy tales exist, show me a prince between now and when I throw this coin into the fountain!