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Solitary

"Park Hyung-Sik!" Wang Yibo came inside the office of his deputy president, while Park Hyung-Sik was peacefully scribbling notes. 

When the Chairman burst through his office's door enraged, he lift his head, clear panic glistened in the marble eyes, "What happened, Yibo?"

Wang Yibo trudged to the empty sofa and clumsily slumped down. Meanwhile, Park Hyung-Sik stood from the chair and came closer to his boss, sitting next to him. 

Wang Yibo heaved a sigh and forced a hand in his suit jacket's pocket, taking out the same bottle, that contains the obsessive pills, "I just came back from the meeting with the shortsighted customers. The conditions they want us to oblige to are laughable."

Park Hyung-Sik glanced at the bottle Wang Yibo held firmly in his grip and then fixated his attention back to the boss's face, "What are the conditions?"

"They want to distribute the profit by forty-five percent."

The older faintly snickered, "What did you tell them?"

Wang Yibo opened the cap of the bottle and shook a few pills out of it, gulping them down with some assistance from the transparent fluid inside the glass, which stood on top of the coffee table, "I read the father's reports regarding these two, so simply said, I told them to piss off just with more benign words. The mere reason that restaurant was getting any profit is that Bichen signed a contract with them. "

Park Hyung-Sik laughed but soon enough worriedly inquired, "Wang Yibo, I do not think you should be consuming so many pills constantly, it is bad for your health."

The younger nonchalantly shrugged and slowly laid on top of Park Hyung-Sik's lap, "It is not like anyone would mind me fading out, Hyung. Not only did I lose someone important to me, but my two best friends are ignoring me as well."

"Do not say that, little one. I am sure your friends will forgive you soon enough if you will show them your true feelings," Park Hyung-Sik gently laid his hand on Wang Yibo's head, "And I do care about you too," he warmly smiled and caressed his hair.

"You sound just like my older brother when you talk like that," Wang Yibo grinned, closing his heavy eyes, nuzzling in Park Hyung-Sik's lap.

"We are friends and that is what friends are for." 

"Mm..." Wang Yibo murmured as he drifted into a deep slumber, enveloped in the warm embrace the other so willingly gave out.

...

"Dear passengers, thank you for using 'China Southern Airlines'. Today's temperature in Beijing reaches up to thirty-three degrees Celsius, wind speed is five-point-three miles per hour. Our crew is getting ready to land the plane at Beijing Capital International Airport." Faint voice traveled through the dictaphone which was above the passenger's head.

The plane was packed with individuals who either clumsily shoved their electronic devices under their seats or placing them back in the cabinets above them. The once to be a hushed environment with only barely audible snores, mumbles was now replaced with loud snickering, laughing, or intense conversations. People were hurrying back in their seats, buckling their seat belts, lifting back the tables in front of them, lowering the armrest to its original place. Except for one.

Xiao Zhan was motionlessly leaning in his seat, his head collided with the airplane's glass while he faintly snored. The spoken words overleaped his ears as Xiao Zhan had his headphone in that dimmed the upcoming sounds to reaching his hearing aids.

"Excuse me, sir," a woman gently shook Xiao Zhan's shoulder, trying to wake him up.

Xiao Zhan blinked a few times and glanced at the woman who was staring at him with a wide smile.