Daylight

3

Author's note: 

Hello????HELLO?????????

I'm back!! *UGLY SOBBING* I'm so sorry for promising to finish this and then *poof* disappearing! My laptop died on me and it was pretty much impossible to find a repair shop in my town during a lockdown ;;_;; it's fixed now, tho my files have been deleted and I lazed around more for several days before retyping the chapters. Heh.

But yes, HI. This story is back online! The number of chapters has moved up to five, too ;)

Thank you so much to everyone who commented in the previous chapter! I think it's a little overdue to reply to them now, but thank you so SO MUCH! I will do my best to reply to comments in future chapters. Thank you again, and enjoy this new chapter!!

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Yibo sits at a corner booth in the doughnuts shop, wrists pressed hard onto his temples while his elbows rest on the table. He stares wide-eyed at the varnished wooden surface, as if its abstract patterns hold all the solutions to his current predicament. He isn't actually really staring wide-eyed at it; it's just that he has stretched the skin of his temples enough to tug his brows and eyes upward. Within the past ten minutes of Cheng Xiao standing waiting in line to order her doughnuts and his coffee, Yibo has been busy having an internal crisis.

During the gruelling ten-minute walk from university to the doughnuts shop, Cheng Xiao had mentioned that the man Yibo had bumped into was actually the guest speaker earlier in the morning. Yibo considered asking Cheng Xiao what the man's name is, but ultimately decided against it, because Yibo is smart and asking for said man's name would be a dead giveaway that Yibo more than just cared about the art exhibit than he should have. At one point he's even considered fleeing the country and actually going back to live in Seoul, but then he realizes that would have been terribly stupid, considering that his most favorite viewer—whom Yibo has been having phone sex with over the course of weeks—lives in Seoul.

Yibo closes his eyes and sighs. Calm down. He's probably just freaking out because this is the first time he's seen anyone from the streaming website. It isn't like Daylight05 had reacted when he saw Yibo, so maybe Yibo wasn't found out. Right. Yibo's disguise in his live streams is very effective, otherwise someone had to have already recognized him a long time ago. It isn't like the only people who frequent that site are exclusively Koreans, there's got to be other Chinese people who go there, too, among other nationalities.

Maybe Yibo is wrong with assuming that the man he's bumped into earlier was his generous viewer. Maybe that man and Daylight05 just so happened to have the same mole placement under similarly shaped lips. They probably both just have the same jaw line, same curve from neck to shoulder. They probably just have the same voice.

Fuck. No matter how much Yibo re-runs in his memory the features of the man he's bumped into earlier, he just arrives at the same conclusion: He is Daylight05.

Yibo inhales, exhales.

" What's up?"

Yibo very nearly jumps when he hears the sound of a plate being placed on the table. He looks up at Cheng Xiao, who's now sitting across from him, and glares.

"Clearly not you." Cheng Xiao says, pushing a giant red mug of iced coffee towards him. It's one of the very few sweet things that Yibo allows to indulge himself with.

Yibo grunts a small thank you before he picks his coffee and stirs it using the paper straw that came along with it. His face scrunches in disgust and stops stirring, ice clinking inside the ceramic.