Wang Yibo has an obsession with Xiao Zhan, the lead singer of the band 'Twin Prides of Music'. His goal is to exact revenge on Jiang Zhuocheng, the brother of that omega, not love. Perhaps Zhan did nothing, but Yibo was punished by his brother on hi...
Yibo feels restless; buzzing energy fills his bones and threatens to seep from his pores. He scratches his neck and bounces on his toes, looking from left to right as he searches for Zhan. It's not out of love for him; it's out of hate for him. He needs to know how Zhan is doing after their little game last night. He got hurt a little by his attempt, but it didn't matter if Zhan's emotions blew up.
Glancing at his watch, Yibo curses silently as he waits for the omega to show up for rehearsal, not just keeping him waiting but also his bandmates. He wonders what Zhan could be doing. Perhaps he is locked away somewhere, reflecting on the events of yesterday and experiencing emotions that he has never been taught how to handle.
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Yibo's lips curl into a smirk as he imagines it. He sways and tosses his arms around until Zhan comes into his view and makes a half-hearted attempt to talk to Ji Li. Frustration dances on Yibo's face as he sees him chatting as if nothing has happened. How is it possible?
He is standing to the side for a while, just listening and watching Zhan, who looks calm in a black cap and a faded band t-shirt of 'The Prides of Music'. The clothes somehow make him look tinier than he is. Even though Zhan is six feet tall, he is barely 62 kg, making him scrawny and thin. Does it matter? Of course, everything that belongs to Zhan is significant to Yibo.
Ji Li, who absorbs the daily motions of life, is curious about Yibo's continuous glances at Zhan, so he tries his luck to know what is going on. He lifts his gaze, giving the most convincing look. "Hey, Zhan. Can I ask you something?"
Zhan releases a steady sigh. "What is it?"
Ji Li nods. "Why does Yibo keep glancing at you? Have you known each other before? I mean, before he joined our band."
Zhan is lost for words. He feels his temper rising but manages to suppress his annoyance. "You're imagining things!"
"Maybe. Some imaginations have past." Ji Li insists on that way of his, never letting anything drop.
Zhan narrows his eyes, and before he can even ask what Ji Li is up to, Yibo stands right in front of him. The surprise might have shown in his face because Yibo's grin grows bigger. Some imaginations have pasts, but they are unsaid. If they need to be said, two hearts must pick them apart from each other.
Yibo, who senses annoyance in Zhan, agrees that he has another opportunity to get under the omega's skin because he's not blind. Since the day he entered Zhan's life again, he's noticed the way Zhan looks at him. The longing is still there, along with fear. The beats of Zhan's heart are a frantic melody whenever they are near.
Both can sense the electricity between them, and it affects them as intensely as they feel. Wanting to probe it higher, Yibo approaches Zhan, but Zhan lets out a tired breath and grabs Ji Li's hand for support as he walks forward. It infuriates Yibo, who keeps clenching and unclenching his fists.
With a swift move, he grabs Zhan's arm and pulls him to his side to make eye contact. "You're pretending you are not my bunny, and you will never be." He laughs and tightens his grip. "You have a lot of fucking nerve, showing up and thinking you're better than I have thought. You're not only an excellent singer but try to be an actor. Bravo!"
"Let me go," Zhan says, looking around in fear. Fear of getting caught and explaining unnecessary questions.
"Not until you stop pretending," Yibo says, staring at Zhan deeply, leaning into his space like he means to count each of his dark lashes or share the same breath as him. The proximity makes a flutter under Zhan's skin, so he is in a daze, swallowing hard.
Feeling satisfied with the reaction, Yibo lets go of Zhan's arm and raises his eyebrow, silently challenging him to say something or do something. But Zhan doesn't, so Yibo purses his lips in a sort of smirk and backs off, watching Zhan all the while. It's a game they've played since childhood!
Zhan stares at Yibo, his lips pressed together in a thin line. "You're wrong. It's nothing. I have nothing to do with you, not after what happened between us." He shares a message through his eyes before slowly turning his attention back to Ji Li.
"It's your thought, not mine! You're mine, bunny!" Yibo yells as he walks backward in the hallway with complete amusement. He turns the corner without looking back, only to run into something that's definitely not the wall. Nope, it's Jiang Zhuocheng. He knocks him on the ass, causing him to fall.
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"Watch where you're going," Cheng snaps, a bit of an edge in his tone.
It surprises Yibo, making him wonder if Cheng uses his mouth instead of his hands because of his bandmates. He likes to provoke Cheng when something seems to be holding him back. "I loved to, but my eyes were glued to my bunny, so I lost it. Sorry, Cheng," he says mockingly.
Cheng climbs to his feet and narrows his eyes suspiciously.
"I didn't know the dust was going to touch your ego and ruin your mood." Yibo grins.
Cheng scowls, gritting his teeth as he tries to control his anger, while Zhan silently communicates through his eyes to be cautious about the surroundings. He stares at Yibo, clenching his jaw. "Watch your mouth!" He shoves him away and walks past him to approach Zhan.
"What? Does he avoid me?" Yibo can't be happier as he gets ignored. If there's one thing he likes to do, it's getting under people's skin. He can tell from the tone of Cheng's voice that he's definitely getting under his skin. "Or what will happen?" He asks, imitating the other's irritated tone and only deepening the scowl.
Cheng stops in his tracks and turns to look back with a chuckle. "You will never be alive to talk anymore." He manages to keep his anger in check, as his tone now is more cocky and bold than irritated, if anything.
"Huh?" Yibo's grin from earlier reappears. There is no warmth in it; it's just pure mockery. He wants to dig deep under Cheng's skin and see if he can break that cocky façade. It will take time, but he knows he can do it.
"You've got confidence and an ego the size of a watermelon, just because you think you have everything." His eyes shift toward Zhan and point at him. In Cheng's dictionary, everything resembles his little brother and sister. He doesn't want his sister, but he wants his little brother, who is Cheng's pride and ego!
Cheng's eyes widen as he realizes what Yibo is implying. He steps closer and invades Yibo's personal space, locking eyes with him. "If you attempt something foolish again, I won't let you off like last time." He growls before being pulled back by Zhan, who grasps his hand in an attempt to defuse the situation.
Yibo laughs humorlessly, shaking his head. "Oh, Cheng." He bounces up and down a little, wanting to antagonize him further. "I don't even need to try. It'll be just like taking candy from a baby, right? Distract the baby so he won't even know his candy's gone."
Cheng growls and grabs Yibo by the jacket forcefully, trying to attack him. The atmosphere becomes tense as they are both vaguely aware of their bandmates putting a hand on each of their chests, trying to separate them, not wanting a fight. But Yibo is more concerned about bothering Cheng, and Cheng is more concerned about not letting Yibo's annoyances get to him.
