Wang Yibo met Xiao Zhan on a rainy afternoon during freshman orientation.
It wasn’t dramatic. No slow motion. No wind-swept hair or thunder cracks in the sky. Just one alpha, holding two umbrellas, walking up to a lost omega with a quiet voice and tired eyes.
> “You okay?”
“...Looking for Room 201.”
“Ah. You’re as lost as I am. Great. Let’s get lost together.”
That’s how it began.
No spark. No confession.
Just a boy with a dimpled smile offering to share his map — and never realizing that he’d just become Yibo’s entire world.
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They became friends.
Yibo didn’t have many. He never needed them. He was quiet, soft-spoken, kept to himself. But Zhan was the exception. Zhan never made him feel small.
He made him laugh.
Made him feel... seen.
And Yibo — slowly, quietly, hopelessly — began to wait.
> Wait for his messages.
Wait for his laugh.
Wait for the day maybe, just maybe, Zhan would turn around and notice the way Yibo looked at him.
But Zhan never did.
Because Zhan belonged to everyone.
And Yibo only ever belonged to him.
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Their third year, everything changed.
Zhan started dating Yang Zi.
Beautiful. Smart. An omega who matched him — publicly, perfectly.
Yibo wasn’t jealous of her beauty.
He was jealous of the space she took up in Zhan’s life.
The late-night calls stopped.
Study nights stopped.
Zhan stopped replying on time. Then... stopped replying at all.
And Yibo?
He still waited.
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One day, Yibo brought coffee to the quad.
Two cups, like always. One with oat milk, no sugar — Zhan’s favorite.
He found him near the gym.
Zhan. Yang Zi. Laughing. Close. Touching.
Then he saw it —
Zhan leaned down and kissed her.
Yibo didn’t move.
Didn’t cry.
Didn’t say a word.
The cup in his hand slipped.
Hit the ground.
Spilled.
Shattered.
Just like him.
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He went home that night and sat in front of the mirror.
Put on one of Zhan’s old sweatshirts. The one he’d forgotten after a movie night, two years ago. Yibo had washed it. Folded it. Kept it.
He looked at himself and whispered:
> “I love you.”
The mirror didn’t answer.
And neither did Zhan.
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Two days later, his phone rang.
> “Are you Mr. Wang Yibo?”
“Yes.”
“We’re calling from the hospital. We’re... so sorry.”
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