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 arena is bustling with activity and excitement as the fans are lining up outside, eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of their favorite idols arriving for singing performances. As the car door opens, camera flashes go off, and cheers fill the air, signaling the start of a memorable event for all involved.
The Prides step out, with security guards on high alert, and make their way inside. To be up for their names, their faces glow with pride as they hear the familiar sounds of cheers and applause filling the air.
They reach their dressing room and begin to prepare for their performance; the energy is palpable as they put on their costumes and warm up their vocal cords. Suddenly, Fanxing slumps down on the floor as the tan wood is slippery from how often the stupid janitors clean the building.
Peixin walks over to him, tapping his foot. "Looks like you really know how to sweep 'em off their feet... literally!"
"Fuck you!" Fanxing groans. "Give me your hand, idiot!"
"Ha ha!" Peixin laughs and helps Fanxing to his feet, but when he notices the swelling, his smile fades and turns to concern. "Your ankle looks a bit swollen; we need to get some ice on it right away," he says, leading Fanxing to a nearby chair.
The rest of the group gathers around, worried looks on their faces. The excitement for the performance is momentarily forgotten as Ji Li brings the backstage medic for help. The medic assesses the injury and confirms, "Just a little swelling, nothing more."
All sigh in relief and watch as the medic wraps an ice pack around Fanxing's ankle, reassuring him, "With a couple of hours of rest and some TLC, you can still perform later tonight."
The bandmates nod in agreement, grateful for the medic's quick response. But if they knew what she was going to do next, they would never dare. With the pretense of packing her things, the medic puts her hands on others' things to find what she is aiming for and leaves with a smirk.
As time passes, the bandmates focus on perfecting their performance, unaware of what the night holds in store for them. Perhaps the past and present are merging, revealing hidden truths to everyone, but who knows what may blur the lines between then and now. Let's wait and see what unfolds next...
Fanxing stands up, sighing in relief as he feels better. "Thank heavens!"
Zhan smiles and wipes the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, unaware of the subtle change in his scent that has been affecting those around him. He continues to engage with others until Cheng leans in and whispers in his ear, "Zhan, you don't look well. Take your medicine."
Zhan nods and quietly slips away from the group to find his bag and open it. His eyes go wide when he discovers that the suppressant is gone. He starts to rip apart his bag and everything, but no use; it's really gone. "How? Who could do such a thing?"
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He pulls his hair in frustration, feeling the panic rising in his chest. "Whoever took it would know that I'm an omega hiding behind a beta mask! Argh!"
