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THE ONE HE NEVER FORGOT 
            
            Rain tapped softly against the glass.
            Xiao Zhan didn't move, eyes fixed on the TV screen where a familiar name flashed: Wang Yibo, accepting another award, another dream come true.
            
            Five years.
            Five years since Yibo walked away, chasing fame and leaving Zhan with a silence that almost killed him.
            For nearly two years, he had lived half-alive working, smiling, pretending. But no matter where he looked, Yibo was everywhere.
            
            Now, Zhan was an anchor steady, respected, untouchable.
            Until this morning, when the guest list for next week's live interview landed on his desk.
            
            Guest: Wang Yibo.
            
            His fingers trembled once before he hid it behind a calm smile. "Prepare the questions," he said.
            
            But as the words left his lips, his mind whispered the questions he'd never ask on air:
            
            Did you ever miss me?
            
            Was I ever more than a stepping stone to your dreams?
            
            When you left, did it hurt you too... or only me?
            
            He exhaled softly, setting the paper aside.
            The cameras would see only composure, but inside, his heart was already rehearsing the answers it would never hear.
            
            I thought I'd forgotten you.
            

.....
            
            There, in the house they had once called home, Sehun’s words became more venomous, more bitter with every step. “Do you know what you’ve done to me? To our family?” His voice was shaking now, barely controlled. “You’ve made a fool of me, And for what? For Yibo? The same man who betrayed his own family? Do you really think I’d let you run off with him?”
            
            The man didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were cast downward, as if every word Sehun spoke weighed him down more and more.
            
            “You don’t understand,” He murmured. “I never wanted any of this. But I couldn’t keep pretending. I couldn’t keep living a lie for your family’s sake.”

It was a late afternoon when a man found himself walking through a quiet park, his mind a mess of conflicting thoughts. He had been drowning in obligations, his family, his marriage, his supposed duties and yet, all he wanted was to escape. 
            
            Escape the suffocating atmosphere of his home, escape the eyes that watched his every move, the expectations that loomed like a shadow. His father’s voice echoed in his head, reminding him of the legacy he had to uphold, the marriage that had been arranged to ensure his family's standing.
            
            He could still hear the hollow promises from his wife, the words that tried to convince him their marriage could be a partnership, a bond. But all he felt was the weight of an arrangement, a contract, not a relationship. The more he tried to fit into this mold, the more he felt himself crumbling.
            
            "Is this what love is?" he whispered to the wind.
            
            It was then that he saw him. A stood by a fountain, staring into the water, lost in thought. The man froze for a moment, his breath catching in his chest. There was something about him, something familiar, like a memory he couldn’t quite place. Their eyes met, and in that instant, it felt like the world had paused.
            

@Tedtootie oh ok thanks 

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@Tedtootie I want same...zhan is suffering to much...BTW when are u gonna update author