[ ONGOING, no i have not forsaken this]
"no jokes today, just pain."
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺
when tensions escalate amongst even the closest of friends, masks a...
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Nothing about China really fazed the locals anymore.
The smoke, the loud chattering, the pushing crowd. Albeit it had been long, but the three Chinese striding through the airport weren't all that surprised.
"Wow, the pollution looks..." Soyeon glanced about, taking in the hazy sights around her. "Pretty serious."
Minghao chuckled lightly, "A grave understatement." A small smile curved his lips as he took in the familiar surroundings. "This place really hasn't changed."
Yilin let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a snort and a hum, "Still stinks of sweat."
The narrow corridor they were crossing were crammed with miserable, sleep-deprived businessmen and women, lugging their luggages and baggages with an exhaustion that came from deep in their bones.
"Still stinks of depression too," Sicheng added not too quietly, earning a few glances his way.
Glances that turned into gawks, because he was not just good-looking, but also the country's youngest billionaire. Practically skin to skin with the people around them, Soyeon's full focus was truly just to get out for a good breath of fresh air, until Yilin made a tsk sound, drawing the attention of all three of her travel mates.
Encircled by her slim fingers was a boy's wrist, which- by the angle Yilin had lifted it to- was close to being snapped.
"Why would you rob me?" the Chinese girl inquired the owner of the wrist. "I'm broke. Rob him," she jutted her chin towards Sicheng who looked like he couldn't decide whether to be amused or offended. "Youngest billionaire. Mans got the real gold."
The boy had his head down, eyeing his own wrist, but the strangest thing was that he didn't say a word, nor did he seem particularly remorseful as he dipped his head in a sort of half-assed apology.
"You just let him go?" Sicheng cocked a brow when the ordeal blew over, subtly surprised. "What a day to mark down in History, the one day Yilin is not petty."
The said girl brushed the remark off lightly, opening her arms with a gigantic smile. "I woke up from my nap on the plane and chose kindness."
Her brother didn't look too convinced, really, but he lowered his raised brow.
"By the way, I was under the impression we were going to the Dong-Huang Gongsi in Beijing," Yilin brought up with a slight frown. "Why are we in Taizhou?"
Now it was Soyeon's turn to be surprised. "You've been to the Dong-Huang Gongsi in Beijing?" She turned to the girl. "When?"
"Many times," Sicheng shook his head with a resigned, long sigh. "Uninvited and unwelcomed. Like a sewer cockroach."
