My angel will judge me.

part 36

Next Morning

Yibo slowly wakes up, his head pounding like a drum. He groans and blinks a few times, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

…This isn’t his room.

It takes him a few seconds to realize — this is his dada’s room.
And there’s no one else here.

He sits up, utterly confused. Why am I here? What the hell happened last night…?

Still dazed, he drags himself out of bed and sluggishly walks toward his own room like a lost zombie. Once inside, he heads straight to the bathroom.

One glance in the mirror — and he freezes.

"I look like an ugly ghost," he mutters dramatically.
His eyes are swollen from oversleeping, his hair is a chaotic mess going in all possible directions — like a soaked street puppy caught in a tornado.

With a sigh, he turns on the cold shower and steps under it. The icy water hits his skin, making him inhale sharply before he closes his eyes, letting the sensation wake him fully.

Of course, he remembers nothing. His memory from last night is a black hole — courtesy of alcohol.

As he rubs soap over his body, something in him activates — specifically, his inner bathroom pop star.

And just like that, Yibo starts singing loudly under the shower, spinning dramatically and doing unnecessary dance moves like he's filming a music video no one asked for.

A while later, he walks out of the bathroom with only a towel loosely secured around his hips. Still humming, he flops onto his bed and immediately grabs his fluffy teddy bear, hugging it tightly and planting a kiss on its cheek like it’s his beloved child.

"Morning, Mr. Puffy," he says in a soft, cute tone before getting up again.

He then opens his wardrobe, picks one of his favorite outfits with way too much care for a morning at home, and gets dressed.

Humming sweetly under his breath, Yibo skips downstairs with light steps — only to freeze mid-song when he sees the dining room.

At the dining table sit Wangji, Wuxian, and Yuan.

Yuan is staring down at his plate nervously like he’s on trial for murder.
Wangji and Wuxian are both silent while eating — which instantly triggers an uh-oh in Yibo’s brain, though he doesn’t know why.

He notices Wuxian being there and briefly feels surprised — When did Wei Wuxian arrive? — but brushes it aside without much thought.

Instead, he beams, bounces forward, and goes straight to Wangji.

"Good morning, Deda~" he chirps before hugging him from behind and placing a kiss on his cheek with zero shame, then plops himself into the chair next to him like the chaos child he is.

In the dining room, Wangji sits silently with a calm yet frightening expression.

Yibo, fully dressed and trying to look innocent, enters. The moment he sees that gaze, his soul leaves his body.

A few flashes hit his brain:
The club. The drinks. The chaos.
Then—darkness.
Then… did Dada bring him back home?

Cold sweat forms. He forces a dry smile.
"Ah…  DEDA, actually I’m not really hungry and I, uh, suddenly remembered I have something very important outside so I think I sho—"

"WANG YIBOOOOOOOO!"

Thunder voice. Immediate panic.

Yibo bolts.