“I didn’t make it at SM and I didn’t make it in Produce Camp either.” Yiyang swallows and casts her eyes down. “It just…it feels like I failed, you know?”

Some old JeTi fics. 1) Got My Heartbeat Runnin’ Away 2) Mr. Taxi 3) My Air, My Light, My World [It’s You]

Lately, I’ve been thinking about two questions: What do you think about Hani? and What do you think about Heeyeon?

Fu Jing is still wiping her eyes when Xuanyi finds her away from the cameras. Not exactly backstage, more like—backtent? “The bing was that good?” Xuanyi says, smiling, as she reaches out to brush away Fu Jing’s tears, lingering longer than she needs to.

Fu Jing doesn’t know what kind of person spends their first year anniversary crying in a corner, but evidently she’s that type of person.

“It’s really not a big deal,” Xuanyi says as Fu Jing finishes dabbing ointment on her legs, being so careful about it Xuanyi can barely feel her touch.

Xuanyi smiles at her in a way that stretches the moment out into a little pocket of eternity. Fu Jing adds it to her collection. She imagines sewing all these moments together one day, until she can make an actual eternity for them.

“I’m not ready for it to be over.” Fu Jing sniffs and brings a hand to wipe her eyes. For once, Xuanyi doesn’t beat her to it. “I thought I was ready for it but I’m not.”

When Xuanyi hears Fu Jing say “I have to walk down this road alone,” she can’t help herself as she mouths No, Jing, I’m still here, I’ll always be here.

“So.” Xiening grins. “I’m the only one who gets to sleep in your bed?”

Yiyang turns around and is met with a smile that curves eyes into perfect crescents, a smile that somehow manages to be dazzling even with a mask covering the lower half of her face. She almost has an urge to bow and say ‘shijie,’ an engrained habit, but then again, Xuanyi isn’t really her shijie, right? They aren’t in sister groups, after all. She isn’t in any group at all.

Dear God. After Fu Jing’s heat has finally ended and she’s fallen into a deep sleep, Xuanyi sits in an armchair by the window and feels her heart still pounding at 180 bpm as she starts to seriously ponder this question. Weren’t they just going to have dinner? Why did she devour the host who sent her an invite in her house once again?

Was she close with Wu Xuanyi? That’s a good question.

“Was everything a sham? Our friendship, was it just a way for you to get votes?”

Xuanyi flattens her hands against her abdomen. “Do you think my stomach looks big?”

You’ve been on what feels like hundreds, thousands of stages, smiled out into millions of faces, felt an infinitude of adoration and enthusiasm and passion.

“So do you think it’s impossible? Staying friends after you break up?” It’s not that it’s impossible, Xuanyi thinks, looking at Fu Jing’s back, her figure even thinner than usual but, as usual, she takes up all of Xuanyi’s sightline, occupies her entire vision and leaves no room for anyone else.

Five minutes and thirty one seconds after I walk into this restaurant, I can tell that it definitely isn’t a simple late night crawfish restaurant.

1. “Chaoyue, Chaoyue, am I your little baby?” Yihan, who’s sitting on the couch watching TV, shifts her gaze to Chaoyue, who’s wholly absorbed in playing PUBG Duo Mode online with Fu Jing beside her. 2. Fu Jing has to go with Xuanyi to eat at a high-end restaurant because…

Love is separated by mountains and seas. Mountains and seas can’t be overcome. She only found out many years later that this was actually an inevitable outcome.