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...
The wind blows normally, but the rock music blaring from the speakers inside the building makes it sound like howling that whips through the trees. No matter how much one tries to ignore it, the combination makes it difficult to hear anything else, as if the elements themselves are competing for attention, trying to assert their dominance over one another.
Irritated, Yibo walks back and forth near the entrance while holding his phone to his ear as the usual dial tone rings out. He can feel his frustration growing with each passing second; the music only serves to exacerbate his annoyance. "Fuck 'The Prides of Music!' Fuck the pre-show!"
He curses whatever comes out of his mouth, not caring who hears, until he slumps on the bench in defeat. "If the manager is upset with me, surely it will be his fault for not taking my calls. And arranging a party for those scumbags is okay, but involving me in this for what? Appreciating the damage to my eardrum with their deafening screams that they mistakenly refer to as music?"
He takes a deep breath and tries to block out the noise, but nothing works. He has chosen to remain outside to prevent this, but still, his fate is bad, making him endure those stupid screams for almost an hour now. "Why wasn't I born deaf?"
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Finally, his body is allowed to melt down a little, but his ear still doesn't count. It rings with the echoes of terrible music that brings on a headache. He pulls out a mini alcohol bottle from his pocket and uncaps it before pushing it to his lips.
"You're not supposed to drink if you want to keep your job," a voice cuts in.
"Okay, bunny," Yibo replies, taking a couple of long swallows and finishing the bottle before turning back with a wide grin. "I'm done anyway."
His grin slips off and turns into an open mouth as he takes in the form of Zhan, whose face is flushed, hair in sweaty tendrils across his forehead, goosebumps pricking down his arms, and chest heaving with exertion. Totally looking like a rabbit waiting to be devoured.
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Yibo swallows hard, feeling a lump forming in his throat. After their little encounter in his hotel room a couple of days ago, it is the first time he has seen him alone and worth staring at. He rests his chin on his hand and stares at him as if lost in a trance, unable to tear his eyes away. "You're so beautiful, bunny," he whispers, almost to himself.
