My angel will judge me.

part 32

Wangji and Wuxian were still on the dance floor, moving slowly to the rhythm of the music.
The lights were dim, soft, and golden — casting a faint glow over them.
Wangji’s cheeks were slightly flushed, his breath unsteady. He tried to avoid Wuxian’s intense gaze, but their closeness made it impossible. Only a few inches separated their lips — just a breath away from a kiss that never happened.

Suddenly, Wangji pulled back. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked toward the washroom, leaving Wuxian standing there in silence.

Wuxian’s chest tightened. He sighed deeply and walked to the drinks table, his emotions tangled between confusion and pain.
He poured himself a glass, then another — each one burning down his throat.
Every time Wangji pushed him away, it felt like something inside him cracked a little more. His heartbeat grew heavy, his breathing uneven.

As he sat there, lost in thought, a girl appeared beside him. She wore a shimmering dress, her face half-covered with a silver mask.
She smiled politely and handed him another drink.

Without thinking, Wuxian accepted it and drank.
For a moment, everything felt still — but then his vision began to blur. The music sounded distant, the room tilted slightly, and his body started to react in strange ways.

The masked girl watched him closely, her lips curling into a sly, almost predatory smile.
She stepped closer, her voice low and honeyed.

"Sir," she whispered, brushing her hand lightly against his arm,
"you don’t look well. Maybe… I can help you."

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Washroom sence~~~

Wangji stood by the sink, splashing cold water onto his face again and again — but the heat beneath his skin refused to fade.
He looked up at the mirror, watching his reflection — his cheeks flushed deep red, his heartbeat still unsteady.
His jaw tightened as he muttered under his breath, "What were you about to do,  Wangji?"

He closed his eyes for a second — and the memory of that almost-kiss with Wuxian flashed through his mind.
The warmth, the closeness, the way their breaths had mingled — it made his throat tighten again.
A faint, helpless smile tugged at the corner of his lips despite his efforts to stay composed.

He touched his own lips gently and whispered, "Foolish…" before turning the tap off.
It took him nearly half an hour to calm down and cool his body’s restless heat.

When he finally stepped out of the washroom and returned to the party hall, the lively music still echoed around — but something felt different.
He scanned the crowd carefully, eyes searching for familiar faces.

First, he looked for his son — but Yibo was nowhere to be seen.
Then he called out for Xuan, Yuan, Jin Ling, Jingyi… none of them answered.
The boys were missing too.

Wangji frowned, his expression darkening.
"These kids," he muttered, his voice sharp with restrained worry.
"Where have they gone now… hopefully not causing trouble again."

Wangji searched around the entire hall, scanning every corner, every crowd — but there was no sign of Wuxian.
A faint crease formed on his forehead as unease slowly settled in. Sean was nowhere to be seen either.
He finally spotted Mr. Kim and his assistant standing near the bar counter and immediately approached them.

"Where are Yibo and the others?" Wangji asked, his tone calm but edged with concern.

Mr. Kim quickly straightened. "Ah— Jingyi had too much to drink, sir. He got drunk, so Yuan took him home. Xuan received a call from his family and left early, and Jin Ling went back too. As for Yibo— I haven’t seen him since. He disappeared somewhere."