whirlwind: diyue ficlets

the night before arxan

"the number you have dialed is currently out of service area."

yueyue frowned and stared at her phone. the number of times she had got this message instead of didi's usual "yo, whassup buddy!" have increased dramatically in the last 2 months.

"tsk. this boy. where is he gone to now? aren't we supposed to take the same flight to arxan tomorrow morning? did he forget to bring his portable charger with him again?"

sighing, she opened the recording feature of her chat application and was about to record a message for him when she suddenly realized she didn't know what to say.

"didi, where are you? why is your phone off?" ... that doesn't sound right. too much like a worried girlfriend. who was she to be asking about his whereabouts anyway.

"yo buddy call me back!" .... that doesnt sound like her. way too casual. and she was not feeling all that casual about him at the moment. actually, she didn't remember when's the last time she felt casual about him. It's been more than that for a while now.

"hey cant wait to see you tomorrow! It's been a while!" .... that sounds ..... too eager. WAY TOO EAGER. ugh, she is mortified and although no one's here to witness it, she cringed at the thought anyway.

why did she even call him in the first place? "because you MISS him, you idiot." Her mind, (or was it her heart?), was quick to remind her. And that is one fact she could not deny.

she'd die before admitting that to anyone else, but she's done fooling herself. she did miss him. a lot. she has been missing him. A LOT.

truth be told, she was supposed to pack. but instead she had spent the evening scrolling through photos and videos of their time at the MG 2018 shoot. those months of her life felt like a dream now. she thought things between them would stay the same -- no, scratch that. actually, she thought something would start between them. it felt like there was something special there ...

alas, life happened. phone calls became less and less. chat groups became quieter and quieter. everyone was extremely busy, including her. it was to be expected that they would drift apart but there's always that small voice inside her that simply refused to let go.

"the pictures are there. the videos are there. we even have 49 episodes of a drama together! those meant "we" really happened right? how come the whole thing feels like a fragment of my imagination? was it just me? did he not feel it too? ..."
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she tries to pack. but her thoughts keep going back to tomorrow. will they pick up right where they left off? or will they start out a little awkward like before? what if things will become awkward now that she knows for sure she feels something for him? what if he doesn't feel the same? what if other people see right through her? what if ...

the blinking screen of her phone stops her from driving herself crazy with the endless what ifs. she doesn't recognize the number but she picks up anyway.

"hey buddy! it's me! my phone number got leaked somehow so i had to get a new number. are you excited for tomorrow?! wait, are we taking the same flight? what time is yours? ..."

she smiles. maybe they'll pick up right where they left off after all.

(7 October 2018)
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author's note:

this was written the night before yy was supposed to go to arxan for the 2nd shooting of the inn 2. diyue hadn't been seen on screen or off together for a while so the fandom was high-key anticipating diyue being sighted together. (alas, diyue were not spotted that day and all i have to show for my excitement was this.)

reading this back in the height of that excitement most definitely added to the feeling giddy anticipation. i wonder what kind of feeling does this fic give you when read now, 5 months after and in the middle of the diyue drought?