Unsaid emotions bloomed between Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan at school, but they were driven apart by animosity rooted in their hearts because of Jiang Zhuocheng.
Ten years later, they find themselves face-to-face once again, the tension between them pal...
Feeling the fire burning in his chest, Cheng charges through the cream-colored door that leads into his hotel room, not caring about the loud crash it makes as it connects with the brick wall on the other side. He throws himself onto the bed, not bothering to dry his hair or change his wet clothes before groaning and dropping his head into his hands.
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He hates himself, really hates himself, for being humiliated in front of his bandmates and, worse, in front of Yibo, who is no match for his standards and skills. He can still feel the eyes of people on him, not in a respectful way, but in a mocking way that he can't bear. How did he allow that to happen?
He feels a hand run through his hair, forcing a hum to escape his throat. He knows whose hand that is without a doubt. He lifts his head from his hands and looks up to see Zhan standing above him. There is concern and fear in those dark brown eyes, so he tries to calm down, but when his gaze falls on the lotus in Zhan's hand, his anger ignites and rises to its peak.
He stands up abruptly, snatching the lotus from Zhan's grasp and glaring at him. "Why are you still keeping this flower?" he seethes, crushing the lotus in his fist and letting the delicate petals fall to the floor.
Zhan takes a step back, not expecting the sudden outburst. "I-I forgot..."
"Just forgot to throw this flower, or...?" Cheng tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.
Zhan can sense the tension rising in the air, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to find the right words to calm him down. He knows that one wrong move could set Cheng off even more, and the fierce fire burning within him raises the stakes even higher, so he swallows hard and murmurs, "I will never betray you, brother."
Then, with a sigh, he walks over to the window and stares out of it. The city below is a blur of lights and movement, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the room. He can hear the breaking and cracking of things behind him, but he never once moves, just holds the windowsill and closes his eyes.
"Call me arrogant or stubborn, but none know how much I hold inside... to become... the man who I am. Every day, every decision, every thought, every effort... I killed a part of me to become another part of me to escape from the unsaid memories and desires, but still..." He turns to the side and sees the reflection in the glass.
Cheng kicks things, slams mirrors, and leaves his knuckles red against the walls. "Yibo!" He still has this electric buzzing under his skin, the rage boiling hot with nowhere to go.
Zhan shifts his attention back toward the window, letting out a deep sigh. "I was resurrected, awakened by the unsaid name of Yibo, who played with my heart even when we were apart. It's as if we're forever intertwined, destined to be part of each other's lives no matter how hard we try to move on."
He closes his eyes again at another slam ringing in his ears but opens them when he feels another presence in the room.
Cheng punches the wall again, this time with a shout of frustration, and he almost doesn't hear the door open and close. He looks back, eyes flaring, ready to scare off whoever would be stupid enough to disturb him in this moment. Then he sees his cousins standing at the doorway, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion.
