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战哥，你等我，我追。
“zhan-ge, what did you mean by that text?” yb’s voice booms as he barges into xz’s hotel room. xz had packed up all his luggage and was just about to leave. https://twitter.com/YoYo05080510/status/1355179103880687619
战哥，你等我，我追。
“zhan-ge, what did you mean by that text?” yb’s voice booms as he barges into xz’s hotel room. xz had packed up all his luggage and was just about to leave. https://twitter.com/YoYo05080510/status/1355179103880687619
yb must have rushed here on his motorcycle immediately upon reading the text. his hair is a mess from wearing a helmet, but he is still so breathtakingly, irritatingly beautiful. xz groans internally.
“i meant exactly what i said.”
“i meant exactly what i said.”
“that we should stay away from each other? the hell we should!” yb’s voice is a piercing dagger.
xz winces. he did say that, but it hurts to hear it in person. especially from wyb.
“it’ll be better for both of us. the rumours, they’ll affect your career-”
xz winces. he did say that, but it hurts to hear it in person. especially from wyb.
“it’ll be better for both of us. the rumours, they’ll affect your career-”
“better for us, or better for me?”
“yibo, you don’t understand. the world isn’t that simple.”
“my world is. i’ll fight for what i want, and what i want is you.”
“yibo, you don’t understand. the world isn’t that simple.”
“my world is. i’ll fight for what i want, and what i want is you.”
“you’d give up all that you’ve worked hard for your whole life? just for this… this illicit relationship?” xz winces as the words spill from his mouth. to call this “illicit” is probably the cruelest thing he could do at this moment. but he had to say it.
this, what they have, cannot be anything compared to what yb has achieved. he’d suffered for years, enduring harsh training, enduring hate, enduring being overlooked, before becoming the greatly loved idol he is today. who is xz to take that away from him?
“i’m not giving up anything. not you.”
the harsh tone turns xz’s attention back to yb. his jaw was clenched tight. he was angry.
the harsh tone turns xz’s attention back to yb. his jaw was clenched tight. he was angry.
ignoring the pangs in his heart and picking up his duffel bag to leave, xz scoffed, shaking his head, “lao wang, don’t be childish, you can’t possibly mean that.”
(yibo, please… let it go…)
he walks towards the door. yb lunges forward and grabs him by the wrist.
(yibo, please… let it go…)
he walks towards the door. yb lunges forward and grabs him by the wrist.
“i do. zhan-ge i-”
“that’s enough.”
(baobei, don’t do this… i won’t be able to pretend any longer if you keep fighting it-)
“no, let me fix-”
(shit.)
“that’s enough.”
(baobei, don’t do this… i won’t be able to pretend any longer if you keep fighting it-)
“no, let me fix-”
(shit.)
“chase me then!” xz snarled through his teeth. “chase me to the end of the line. and you’ll see it’s not worth it. i’m not turning back.”
without another word, xz yanked his arm away from yb’s grasp and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
without another word, xz yanked his arm away from yb’s grasp and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
he didn’t hear yb running after him, no steps echoing in the hallway, no sweet voice calling out “zhan-ge!” behind him. good, he thinks, jabbing at the “close” button in the elevator.
the moment the doors are closed, he collapses against the walls, feeling the air rush out of his lungs as he lets out the choking sobs he’d been holding back...
“yibo, i’m so sorry…" xz whimpers into his hands, "i’m so sorry… i love you…”
“yibo, i’m so sorry…" xz whimpers into his hands, "i’m so sorry… i love you…”
it'll be okay. xz will return to chongqing for a couple of months until all the scandals die down. yb will resume his schedule as per normal, and soon he'll forget this... he's young, he'll heal. he's got a lot ahead of him.
it's okay, it's okay. everything's going to be alright
it's okay, it's okay. everything's going to be alright
back in the apartment, yb is on his knees, tears streaming down his face, hands gripping uselessly into the carpeted floor.
“wait for me, zhan-ge… i'll chase you,” he whispers, a quiet promise that his beloved cannot hear.
“wait for me, zhan-ge… i'll chase you,” he whispers, a quiet promise that his beloved cannot hear.
----- 3 weeks later -----
“zhan zhan!”
“what is it, ma?”
“(muffled) is asking for you!”
“who? for me?”
“zhan zhan!”
“what is it, ma?”
“(muffled) is asking for you!”
“who? for me?”
----- earlier -----
yb takes a deep breath. the bustling sounds of the arrival hall fades out behind him as he takes in his surroundings. chongqing’s airport feels a little different from changsha’s, or beijing’s. it reminds him just a little of luoyang’s, though. feels-
yb takes a deep breath. the bustling sounds of the arrival hall fades out behind him as he takes in his surroundings. chongqing’s airport feels a little different from changsha’s, or beijing’s. it reminds him just a little of luoyang’s, though. feels-
-a little more comfy, a little more like home. he begins to walk towards the pick-up point.
the last time he’d been here, he’d been with xz, who’d excitedly booked them a taxi so they could rush off to have a hearty meal at xz’s favourite noodle soup shop near his home. he’d-
the last time he’d been here, he’d been with xz, who’d excitedly booked them a taxi so they could rush off to have a hearty meal at xz’s favourite noodle soup shop near his home. he’d-
-later meet xz’s lovely little family, who welcomed him with open arms.
he shuddered despite the warmth of the memory. there was no one by his side now, and the cold emptiness of being alone was a feeling he’d long forgotten since xz had somehow stumbled his way into yb’s busy life.
he was not about to let that feeling stick around, not this time.
he was not about to let that feeling stick around, not this time.
yb sets his jaw and climbs into the backseat of his waiting taxi, letting the address he’d memorised by heart roll off his tongue as if it was his own.
----- present -----
“yi- wang yibo, just- just what are you doing here?” the words spill clumsily from xz’s mouth. yibo is here. in chongqing. at his door. this boy, who barely has time to sleep, barely any time for himself. is here, at his door, 5 hours away from hunan, where-
“yi- wang yibo, just- just what are you doing here?” the words spill clumsily from xz’s mouth. yibo is here. in chongqing. at his door. this boy, who barely has time to sleep, barely any time for himself. is here, at his door, 5 hours away from hunan, where-
-he probably has to be tomorrow to film the upcoming ddu episode.
“ge, we need to talk.”
“i have nothing to say to you,” xz snaps, or attempts to, with his conveniently twisted tongue, while turning to close the door. yb steps forward and wedges his foot in the gap.
“ge, we need to talk.”
“i have nothing to say to you,” xz snaps, or attempts to, with his conveniently twisted tongue, while turning to close the door. yb steps forward and wedges his foot in the gap.
“ge, please.”
xz looks at him, really looks at him, for the first time in 3 weeks, and realises that yb looks better than ever. his hair was slicked back, he looked older, smarter, and - xz kicks himself mentally - murderously handsome. he looked determined, the way-
xz looks at him, really looks at him, for the first time in 3 weeks, and realises that yb looks better than ever. his hair was slicked back, he looked older, smarter, and - xz kicks himself mentally - murderously handsome. he looked determined, the way-
-you would when you were extremely inspired, when you felt the world was your oyster and there was an opportunity every step of the way.
it was exactly how xz imagined yb would look, creating a path for himself with his incredible talent and inhuman diligence, how yb would look-
it was exactly how xz imagined yb would look, creating a path for himself with his incredible talent and inhuman diligence, how yb would look-
-without the heavy shackles of xz’s misfortunes slowing him down.
xz, on the other hand, was an absolute mess. he’d been advised to go on hiatus for a couple months or so, and he’d decided during this time to work on a new song, and leave yb for good.
xz, on the other hand, was an absolute mess. he’d been advised to go on hiatus for a couple months or so, and he’d decided during this time to work on a new song, and leave yb for good.
xz had been hit with wave after wave of scandals, harassments, and hate ever since his rapid ascent to stardom. it wasn’t as if he didn’t work hard for it for years, but from the outsider’s perspective, it may seem like such, which attracted a lot of negative attention.
and of course, this had to coincide with what was likely the beginning of the peak of yb’s career. his popularity had skyrocketed, and he was getting endorsements left and right, a large part of which were global. xz wasn’t about to ruin that for him, over their little… “fling”.
“no. my decision is final,” xz says through his gritted teeth. he’s gripping the door handle so hard, he thinks it might break off. he tugs at it.
yb doesn’t yield, and shoves his way through.
“hey… hey, hey!”
yb doesn’t yield, and shoves his way through.
“hey… hey, hey!”
yb stumbles into the house, grip tight and painful on xz’s upper arms.
“zhan zhan, is everything alright?” xz’s mum sticks her head out from behind the wall separating the living room and the kitchen.
“zhan zhan, is everything alright?” xz’s mum sticks her head out from behind the wall separating the living room and the kitchen.
“yeah, ma!” xz calls back, then, “fine. upstairs. we’ll talk in my room,” he sighs, defeated.
yb nods, once, gaze downturned.
yb nods, once, gaze downturned.
----- in xz’s room -----
as soon as the door is closed, yb mutters, “you look like shit.”
“you came all the way here just to tell me that?” xz hisses at him, annoyed.
“no.”
as soon as the door is closed, yb mutters, “you look like shit.”
“you came all the way here just to tell me that?” xz hisses at him, annoyed.
“no.”
“then what on earth, wang yibo, are you doing here? you have a filming to be at tomorrow!”
“it is my first rest day in 3 weeks. i came to see you.”
“i don’t want to see you!”
“it is my first rest day in 3 weeks. i came to see you.”
“i don’t want to see you!”
“you didn’t ask for my opinion when you decided to leave either, did you?” yb’s voice is firm, but not harsh. it was a watered down anger, more hurt than fiery rage. it hits xz right where it hurts most.
“i... i’m sorry,” xz bites his bottom lip.
he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t want to hurt yibo any longer, doesn’t want to be away from him. but he can’t… he can’t. he has to protect yibo’s future.
he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t want to hurt yibo any longer, doesn’t want to be away from him. but he can’t… he can’t. he has to protect yibo’s future.
“don’t say that,” yb growls, taking long strides towards xz. the intent in his eyes makes xz feel so exposed, so naked, so vulnerable. yb makes him feel that way very often. too often.
xz backs away, glaring, clenching his jaw. he hopes it is enough to convince yibo he’s not backing down from his decision.
it's not. yibo knows what he wants. and has come to claim it.
it's not. yibo knows what he wants. and has come to claim it.
“i know you did it for me, ge. but i’m here to tell you..."
xz feels his back hit the wall. he chokes back a whimper.
“go away… away… not here, yibo, please…” he whispers under his breath, hopes yb doesn't hear.
xz feels his back hit the wall. he chokes back a whimper.
“go away… away… not here, yibo, please…” he whispers under his breath, hopes yb doesn't hear.
he wants yibo to walk away. to walk away from him, so it's easier for him, so he doesn’t have to restrain himself, and yet spend every waking moment pulling at the chains...
"... i don’t need you to make that choice for me.”
yb closes in, one hand on either side of xz's head against the wall. xz can feel the anger radiating off of him. he wants to touch, wants to soothe. but how can he? if he's the cause of that rage, that pain? he can't. he can't.
yb closes in, one hand on either side of xz's head against the wall. xz can feel the anger radiating off of him. he wants to touch, wants to soothe. but how can he? if he's the cause of that rage, that pain? he can't. he can't.
"look at me."
yb's voice rings in his ears. it sounds like thunder. xz loves the rain.
he looks up, into the eyes he so loved. still loves.
yb's voice rings in his ears. it sounds like thunder. xz loves the rain.
he looks up, into the eyes he so loved. still loves.
yb’s eyes have always carried the weight of his determination. xz sees it when yb is dancing, when he’s performing, when he’s racing, when he’s acting, when he’s in pain, and… when he’s in love.
to have the gravity of that gaze centered on him, it's too much.
xz feels his chest cave in. a long, shaky breath draws itself out from his lungs. no... he can't... he can't...
yb's gaze drops to xz's lips, then returns to his eyes. he leans closer, mouth open, just slightly.
xz feels his chest cave in. a long, shaky breath draws itself out from his lungs. no... he can't... he can't...
yb's gaze drops to xz's lips, then returns to his eyes. he leans closer, mouth open, just slightly.
xz can feel the warmth of yb's breath on his own lips now. he searches yb's eyes, sees only danger. he can't...
“you don’t get to make that choice for me.”
... can't resist any more.
“you don’t get to make that choice for me.”
... can't resist any more.
here’s the start of this threadfic, in case you can’t find it. https://twitter.com/forgottenenvy/status/1355216934548111365
to be continued! also do you guys want this to be nsfw? 
