Kim Jongin glared at his older brother, or more specifically, the coin in Chanyeol’s hand. After getting a phone call from their mother about their grandfather’s demise, he had cleared all his schedules for the week to meet up with the family. Unfortunately, he had to work overtime to make up for the massive amount of work and meetings he had to cancel. He was so tired his bones ached from sheer exhaustion.

Now he had to add stress to his exhaustion. His grandfather’s demise left them with no other choice but to have one of them go to China and inherit. All would have been well if not for the fact that their grandfather stipulated that to inherit, his grandson needed to be in China for a formal turn-over ceremony and it’s impossible since each of the brothers have their respective jobs that wouldn’t allow them to stay in China even for just a short while.  All their main offices are located in the heart of Seoul itself, and maybe an absence of one or two weeks at the most may not be felt, but this was the busiest time of the year for them so absence is impossible.

Jongin’s company is an event organizer, and he’s the hands-on type of boss, used to knowing everything that’s going on at any given time. It’s his company’s fifth time doing the Seoul Autumn fashion show this year and if something goes wrong while he’s over in China, his staff will have an apoplectic fit.

Sehun, their youngest, is a painter. He’s the one with the most flexible schedule but unfortunately, he’s due for his yearly art exhibit. Everything’s set already: the schedules, the venue, the invitations, everything. And Sehun won’t budge if there’s a choice.

A coin toss would decide which brother would have to sacrifice the time but only Jongin and Sehun would be involved.  It was almost always their eldest brother who made the sacrifices for the family.  Jongin had decided he opt out.

They made him play the executioner instead.

“Call it. Heads or tails,” Chanyeol said.

After a few seconds of complete and utter silence when the two persons most involved refused to make a choice, said eldest brother was becoming impatient.

“Come on guys, someone call it.”

“You don’t have to make it sound as though you’re enjoying it so much,” Jongin muttered.

Chanyeol raised a skeptical brow. “You think I’m enjoying this? That’s bull. I’d have wanted to do this fair and square between the three of us but you two won’t agree to let me join in.”

Jongin was certain his brother reacted so strongly because Chanyeol wasn’t used to letting others make sacrifices for him. In their family, it was Chanyeol that had become the company president and secondary parent overnight at the mere age of 20. And that was the motivating factor behind Jongin’s insistence to participate in the toss. He had opted out of joining their company and had successfully made a name for himself following his dream while Chanyeol had stayed behind and given up his.

At first glance, one wouldn’t ever mistake the three of them to be brothers since they all possess the same things that make women’s heads turn: height, good manners, class, money and dashing good looks. As soon as people learned that they’re from the same mother but with different fathers, they’re surprised. It should have casted a bad light on their mother that 2 of her husbands had died already but since Oh Sehyun is such a famous philanthropist, people shut their mouths. Or else they face the three brothers’ wrath.

Another reason why they chose to have one go to China instead of their mother was because she was recently diagnosed with a weak heart that couldn’t handle stress. So instead of letting their mother handle the matter, they chose to do it amongst themselves.

“Knowing one of us had decided to handle grandpa’s business would probably make mom happy,” Chanyeol said.

“Can’t we just get her a puppy?” Sehun asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Talking about their mom’s condition always casted a pall on the brothers’ moods, and their maknae was trying his best to get the mood up.

All three of them were raised by their mother in the ideals that family is everything. So they were back to square one. Could he bear to go back to his business and leave his grandfather’s estates in the hands of other people instead of taking the chance at inheriting which may or may not turn out favorable for him?

Despite his churning stomach, Jongin nodded in Chanyeol’s direction. “Get it over with.”

“Whatever you say.” Chanyeol flipped the coin high into the air.

Sehun inclined his head in Jongin’s direction, giving him the choice. He called out, “Tails.”

As if in slow motion, the coin circled and flew in the air.

The sound of Chanyeol’s palm slapping against his hand stunned Jongin back to reality. He met his older brother’s solemn gaze.

A life change.

Chanyeol lifted his hand and glanced down, first meeting Jongin’s gaze, then Sehun’s. Then he did the job he always did, without backing down. “Looks like you’ll be needing a drink now Jonginnie. You’re the sacrificial lamb.”

Two days later, all three of them were on a plane bound for China. Two brothers for a vacation and the last one for business.

2 weeks. God, Jongin hoped it won’t feel as long as he thinks it’d be.


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Sunshine shone through the glass windows, bathing Yixing and his office in incredible warmth. The heat of the summer was starting to show, and he couldn’t be more happier. The heat was a perfect inspiration for the tropical display up for his company’s next show.

His top designer, Huang Zitao, was currently arranging an ensemble on his model/boyfriend, Kris Wu. Yixing was almost drifting off when suddenly Zitao him and asked, “So what do you think?”

“My only wish is that I should have been as tall as Kris,” Yixing replied with a chuckle.

Zitao waved his hand in dismissal. “Oh hush. You don’t need to be. You and Kris have different styles. One thing I wish for however, is that you dress yourself more. I mean, look at yourself!”

Yixing laughed good-naturedly before waving a hand over his simple shirt and slacks. “What’s wrong with the way I dress?”

Zitao’s clucked his tongue in irritation before a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

“Chill babe,” Kris said with a laugh. “It’s the same old Yixing. Still,” Kris turned to look at his longtime friend, “Zitao has a point, Xing. I mean, you are this company’s president. It won’t do for the president of a fashion company to look so unfashionable.”

Yixing exhaled an exaggerated sigh. “With the interest the company’s getting, I don’t need help attracting attention of any kind.”

Yixing hadn’t had a date since 4 years ago, having had to inherit the company after his mom decided to retire early. Though he was sometimes lonely, he wasn’t ready to begin the dating routine again—the long meals with drawn-out silences or the obligatory good-night kiss in which he inevitably had to grab his date’s wandering hand before any real groping could begin.  He’s only 24 and wasn’t in a hurry to begin dating so soon.

“Every man needs attention, whether from males or females. It’s an ego boost and who could argue with that?”

Yixing frowned. “I’d rather my lover be—“

“Interested in your mind and personality instead of your looks or money,” Zitao parroted, hands on his hips.

Yixing nodded. “Right. And I’d give that person the same respect in turn.” He grinned. “Am I starting to sound like a broken record?”

Kris laughed. “Maybe a little.”

Yixing just smiled. “This may sound cheesy and unbearably romantic, but I want what you guys have. The whole world could probably see how much you two love each other, and I want that for myself too.”

Zitao could only shake his head. What more argument could he give when he perfectly understands Yixing’s way of thinking? He also wants the same happiness he found with Kris for his friend. It looks like he’d have to back off for now.

“Listen, I’m starving. Me and Zitao were going to grab some dinner next door. Want to join us?” Kris grabbed two jackets off the rack at the back and slipped one on, before handing the other one to his boyfriend.

“No, thanks. I think I’ll stick around and try to catch some shut eye.”Yixing had another meeting scheduled in two hours. It was easier to try to get some rest in his office after an all nighter rather than go home and sleep.

Zitao sighed. “Suit yourself. But your social life is pathetic. Even we’re better company than anything inside this boring office.”

Yixing started to laugh before deciding Zitao was right. He’d had enough of being lonely. “You know what? Go get a table and I’ll meet you there in five.”


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Yixing was seated in their chosen table, fingers idly tapping as he was waiting for the Zitao-Kris duo to come back. He’s left the ordering to them because admittedly, he may be lonely but not to the point he’s willing to endure another disgustingly sickeningly sweet moment between his friends.

He saw Zitao looking around the diner, probably for him. He was about to raise his hand when it froze in mid-air as he caught sight of a man outside the window.

Jet-black hair hair gleamed in the sunlight as a pair of sunglasses was perched on the bridge of his nose.  A woolen sweatshirt covered his broad shoulders and jeans hugged his long legs. Yixing’s stomach did a flip, certain he was mistaken, though his heart thumped with the possibility that it was someone he recognized.

Yixing blinked, stood up to try to get a clearer view but the guy was already far away enough for any confirmation. He shook his head.

Impossible, he thought. He knew Kim Jongin was back in Seoul at this time of year, what with the Seoul Autumn Fashion Show coming soon.

Jongin’s aspirations to fulfill his dream, Yixing understood. What he didn’t was why Jongin was adamant on being in Seoul to reach them. Jongin’s passion always reminded Yixing of his actor father. So had his looks and charm. One wink and women swooned at Jongin’s feet. Heck, he’d swooned, and after a lot of stolen glances which turned into lingering looks, they’d gone on their first date. One night--- one night when he’d connected with Jongin on a meaningful level.

 That night was also when he learned Jongin had no plans to stay with him in Beijing, his intention to go back to Seoul as soon as the opportunity arose.

Yixing’s father had abandoned them for Hollywood years before, said he planned on keeping his family in Beijing while he pursued his acting career. With Jongin’s declaration, Yixing only had to remember his mother’s loneliness to find the nerve to act on his own decision.

He walked away from Jongin that same night, said he wasn’t “it” for him. And he hadn’t looked back though it hurt.

Yixing might not feel like dating now but when the right person shows himself, he knows he will be. Until then, he had no plans on becoming like his mother, waiting for a wanderer to sporadically return. Yixing wanted a 100% relationship, so he wouldn’t involve himself with another Kim Jongin.

Zitao’s hand on his shoulder caught him by surprise.

“Hey, you okay?”

Yixing nodded and forced a smile.

“I’m fine. Just got distracted with something.”

There was no way Kim Jongin was back in Beijing.


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10 days after that fateful coin toss day, Kai found himself sitting in a restaurant in downtown Beijing with Chanyeol and Sehun. Apparently, they wanted to come with him to Beijing for a vacation but nothing else. A week and they’re on a plane back to Seoul.

They’d arrived around lunchtime and by early evening, they’d rested enough that each of them decided it was time for a walk around the city. Because of the time, he decided to settle for a walk around his hotel block, exploring different stores until  color in a store-front window caught his eye--- lots of it.

He could see color mixed with artistic fashion, sensual and decadent, and designed to attract opposite es.

Apparently, some things in Beijing had changed since the last time he’d been here years ago. All of a sudden, his conversation with his brothers last night came back to him. “Do you have any idea if Zhang Yixing is currently in Beijing?”

“Heard his main boutique is currently smack dab in the middle of Beijing…. Why not stop by and see for yourself?” Chanyeol asked with a smirk.

Chanyeol’s reply had been deliberately vague, come to think of it.

He allowed himself another look at the display. Maybe Yixing owned this shop. The Yixing he remembered had been a mix of quiet and outgoing, but innately sensual but rather than overtly y. The combination had always intrigued him, enough for him to give chase.

A shout of his name brought him back to the present, and he saw Sehun and Chanyeol walking towards him. Sehun said they were hungry so they looked for the nearest restaurant for dinner.

Fifteen minutes later found them eating dinner in companionable silence, interrupted occasionally by comments about the food and topics remembered out of the blue.

“A few old friends called me up for a drink for tomorrow so I might be out late. You guys just enjoy yourself.”

Sehun was about to reply when something caught his eye. “Looks like you’re in for another reunion first.”

Jongin turned in his seat and saw a man walking down the restaurant, a vision in a worn wool jacket over a low necked tank and plain old jeans. Damn, how could such plain clothes make someone so gorgeous?

A rush of familiarity hit him in the gut at the same time Chanyeol leaned close and whispered in his ear.

“Zhang Yixing.”

The moment Jongin focused on Yixing’s face, he knew Chanyeol was right. The boyish features were still there, though a bit more mature. His smile, accompanied by the dimple was still radiant and as vibrant as he remembered, and the tell-tale signs of a grin pulled at his mouth. When Yixing smiled, you couldn’t help but do as well, and that fact hadn’t changed.

His college sweetheart had become one hell of a beautiful man. Yixing always had the damnedest effect on him, Jongin thought, and his pulse kicked into high gear as he waited for the other to pass by his table.

All the while, Sehun was was quietly muttering, making Jongin remember why sometimes he hated his younger brother. “Five, four, three, two…”

And just when Yixing was about to stop and acknowledge him, he made a sharp right and headed for the table where Zitao and Kris were waiting.

He groaned and turned back to face the firing squad he called his siblings.

Sehun looked like he was holding onto laughter, and even Chanyeol was smirking. Damn it.

“Looks like he’s going to make you work for it, little brother.”

Yixing always did.

Sehun laughed this time. “But you’re not used to being ignored. It’s got to be hell on the go.”

“Shut the hell up, Sehun,” Jongin muttered. He hadn’t forgotten that one night. He’d always considered Yixing “the one who got away” but he always had the inclination to pursue the latter; he’d just never had the time.

Things had changed. Back for a prolonged stay, Jongin was no longer content to let Yixing deliberately ignore him.  It was time to push the issue.


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Luck wasn’t on Jongin’s side however, as he wasn’t able to see Yixing again until 2 weeks later, after they’ve finalized the details about his inheritance.

Each day was full of meetings with lawyers and business associates of his grandfather’s, all eager to welcome him to Beijing’s inner business and fashion circle.

His grandfather’s textile business might be leagues different from his own but he graduated with an MBA and most companies operated the same so it wasn’t that hard for him to get acquainted with the company. He hadn’t revealed yet that he’s only planning to stay for six months. He’ll be announcing it soon after he’s gotten an impression of the right people to trust.

Sehun joked that he might get bored but Jongin hasn’t forgotten his plans of pursuing his gentleman.  And during next day’s dinner, fate granted his wish.

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Jongin’s back.

Yixing couldn’t get the fact out of his mind. His initial glimpse through the store window and the hunch he so desperately tried to ignore hadn’t prepared him for the impact of seeing the other again.

Drat the man. One look and Yixing was back to being a hormonal teenager all over again.

Time affected Jongin’s looks in only one way--- for the better. His face was more chiseled, features leaner.        As a result, Yixing was more pre-occupied than usual. A fact Zitao noticed.

“Your hands are shaking,” Zitao said.

Yixing wrapped his hands around his coffee mug. They were currently out for dinner together but Yixing opted to go for coffee. He wasn’t very hungry anyway.

“It’s the caffeine.”

“I think it’s from testosterone overload,” Zitao teased,” since Jongin’s face is all over the papers.”

Somehow Yixing managed not to spit his coffee on ZItao’s grinning face.

“You can’t deny he’s still good looking. And before you say anything, Kris agrees with me.”

About to embark on a heartfelt talk with Zitao, Yixing decided otherwise. Nevermind. “Hey if you want to have a with him, be my guest. If Kris doesn’t mind, then why not?”

Zitao’s reply to that was to throw a napkin on Yixing’s face. “Liar. I saw how you looked at him that last time before he turned around and saw you. And,” cue eyebrow waggling, “I saw how you shifted your gaze and walked right by, almost as if you never saw them. Ha! Chicken.”

“Oh shush. We all have our weaknesses, now quit ruffling my feathers. “

Suddenly, Yixing’s phone rang. He decided against not answering when he saw it was his secretary.

“Hold up, let me answer this first. I’ll go out the balcony.”

Five minutes later, he’d finished talking to his secretary and was about to go back inside when he opened the door and walked smack into someone’s chest. Specifically, Jongin’s. Crap.

Yixing’s fall was averted because a pair of steely arms wrapped around his lower back before letting him go after making sure he was steady on his feet. “Easy.”

Easy? Was he kidding? Jongin’s hands felt warm and too good on him, even with his skin covered in clothes. Yixing looked up into a pair of dark eyes.

“What are you doing here? This is the balcony,” was what came out of Yixing’s mouth. So much for calm, intelligence and wit.

To Yixing’s chagrin, Jongin laughed. “Well at least not I know you really do remember me.”

Yixing didn’t bother denying because he found out he wasn’t able to lie. “I was in a rush, Zitao and Kris were waiting.”

“So you didn’t mean to ignore me.”

Yixing felt himself flush. “No.. I mean, Zitao’s waiting.”

A rough hand brushed his cheek. “I’ll let you get back to your table as soon as I ask you a question. It’s been 7 years and the attraction between us is still there. When are you going to give in?”

When pigs fly came to mind but Yixing didn’t voice it out. Jongin deserved a more proper rejection rather than a sarcastic one. He his dry lips. “When are you going to give up trying?”

Jongin, the pest, grinned. “When pigs fly.”

He just had to say his thoughts aloud. Yixing stepped back to get some space between them but it meant little when Jongin took another step back in turn. So began an awkward sort of dance where Yixing was all about stepping back and Jongin forward. It stopped when Yixing’s back collided with the balcony railings trapping him between metal and Jongin’s masculine frame.

Years melted away as hands bracketed either sides of Yixing’s and lips hovered near his jaw. The warmth of Jongin’s breath near his cheek was nerve-wracking but tantalizingly good. It made Yixing wonder why he keeps on resisting.

Jongin was attractive and out of reach, like those exotic destinations she often read about but would never dream of visiting. Deep in his heart, Yixing knew he would love to travel if given the chance but his deep-rooted fear never to end up like his mother always held him back. Because Yixing doesn’t want to end up like his mother who was always waiting nor his father who was never there. Yixing was stability and he valued the solid future he knew he’ll get by staying in this town.

But Jongin’s lips nuzzling between his neck and ear made him want to forget everything and throw caution to the wind. For the moment, he told himself. Not one moment longer.

“Have dinner with me on Friday. “ That deep, y voiced coaxed.

“I can’t…” Yixing stifled a groan when he felt a gentle bite on his earlobe. If Jongin’s aim was to sway him, he was doing a pretty good job.

Yixing ought to walk away. But another soft bite, this time on his neck, made a moan barely escape his parted lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Jongin whispered.

Yixing forced himself to meet the other eye to eye. Yes to a date with Jongin? “No way.”

“That’s not what your body’s trying to say though.”

“My body needs a keeper.”

Jongin slowly pulled his face away from the enticing slope of Yixing’s neck. A grin tugged at his lips. “Now that’s a job I wouldn’t mind taking.”

“Only while you’re in town, of course.” Yixing forced a smile.

“Of course,” Jongin answered, and Yixing could feel the disappointment. Why did he bother hoping Jongin’s answer would be different?

“You should know I appreciate a challenge, Xingxing,” Jongin continued, calling Yixing by his own pet name.

“Yixing,” he corrected Jongin. You lost the privilege to call me that pet name the day you didn’t choose to stay with me, Yixing added mentally. “Okay Jongin, we’ll have that date. “

Jongin’s eyes widened.

“The day you decide to stay in town.” And since that won’t happen, Yixing thought,neither would his proposed date. 

“The more you challenge me, the more determined I get,” Jongin laughed, obviously thinking he didn’t mean a thing he said.

Little did Jongin realize Yixing was deadly serious. Nothing more could happen between Yixing and this free-spirited playboy. Unless of course, he wanted to end up alone and abandoned like his mother.

The only thing left to do is for Yixing to remain strong enough to resist.

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Since his run-in with Jongin happened, Yixing had felt wary about going out in restaurants for dinner. He opted to stay at home and make do with take-outs. After a week of hermit life, he was purposefully dragged by Zitao and Kris to go clubbing. “To bring some life to his boring existence,” if he was allowed to say Zitao’s words in verbatim.

Truth be told, Yixing didn’t mind going to clubs every now and then. He’s really not that straight-laced as to not go out at times. He preferred to be called lazy rather than boring, thank you very much.

Two hours into their clubbing session and Yixing was left all alone on the dance floor, dancing to the rhythm of the music without having a care in the world. He’s not drunk, just that dancing was one of the times he felt he could let loose and forget everything even for a bit.

Drat the couple, Zitao and Kris were nowhere to be found.

Well, Yixing brought his car so he could just go home whenever he wants to.

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From his seat on the bar, Jongin could see the lone figure dancing carelessly on the dance floor. He’s been at the club since Yixing and his friends arrived and he’s been watching them all this time. Well, he couldn’t take his eyes off Yixing, there’s nothing he could do about it.

That night Yixing was wearing drop dead gorgeous leather pants and a leather jacket to match. And he’s wearing those low necked tank tops he seemed to love so much. Eyes lined with dark liner (Zitao’s doing, probably) made such an innocent face so damn y it was almost a death wish to just look and don’t touch.

He saw one y tongue equally y lips. His control snapped.

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Yixing just about decided it was time to go home when he got another shock as he opened eyes.

An incredibly y, virile man was looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

Yxing’s eyes went wide. “Jongin?” He barely stifled a curse. How could Lady Luck forsake him for the second time?

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Jongin saw Yixing was about to make a hasty exit, already turning his back at him when suddenly the latter paused.

Waiting? Debating? Jongin didn’t know but then Yixing turned, smoky eyes focusing on him.

All of a sudden, Jongin’s inner alarm bells rang, his senses shouting for him to steer clear.

Yixing slowly started to walk towards him with purpose. Jongin didn’t know the other possessed such courage. But Yixing’s uneven breaths and barely-there trembling bore testament to the fact he was not a hundred percent calm. Definitely not the ultimate seduction. Thank goodness for small mercies. Yixing’s innocent side would help center Jongin, anchor him to reality.

Dark eyes met equally dark ones, though Yixing’s asked a silent question: What are you doing here?

“You’ve got something I need.” Jongin cursed inwardly. He hadn’t meant for the question to be so suggestive.

 Yixing was saying something but Jongin’s attention was completely caught by how one droplet of sweat fell down one swanlike neck.

Not minding the fact that he absolutely had no idea what Yixing’s reply was, Jongin let out a sharp exhale. “Where are Kris and Zitao? Shouldn’t you be going homes as well since you’re all alone now?”

If Yixing was surprised by the fact that Jongin knew he came with his two friends, he didn’t show it. He nodded in answer to Jongin’s question but made no move to go home as suggested.  Jongin didn’t know what prompted Yixing’s change of heart but there was no doubt the other was cornering him now.

The hunter has become the hunted.

“What’s going on, Xing?” The nickname sounded intimate instead of cute as he wanted it to be.

This time it was Yixing who stood on tiptoes to whisper something to Jongin’s ear amidst the loud music of the club. “Why are you suddenly fighting what you said you wanted?”

Yixing had avoided his question, opting to ask him a question instead, though his voice was the tiniest bit hesitant.

“You turned me down flat before. Why the sudden change of heart?”

“I didn’t think you’d care for the hows or the whys,” Yixing evaded the question, fingers rising to gently run along the pointed edges of Jongin’s denim jacket.

Jongin actually broke into a sweat. “I do have morals, you know.”

“You’re also honest about your intentions, not hiding the fac t that you’re not staying around. I appreciate it.”

“I’ll always be honest with you, Yixing .”

“Well, I decided that that’ll work for me at the moment.” A hesitant smile graced Yixing’s lips. “You want to acknowledge the attraction? Well, so do I.” He swallowed hard. “I want you, Jongin.”

“Oh, damn,” Jongin muttered. What kind of man could resist a declaration like that? One hand came around the back of Yixing’s neck, fingers threaded through silky black hair, and a kiss was made on lush lips.

This first kiss began gently, giving both of them time to explore. But it quickly got out of control until it escalated into a full make out session on the dance floor.

Jongin had half a mind to label this attraction he has for Yixing as lust but the notion that it seems like it’s already surpassed mere ual need brought reality back.

It was almost painful to pull his lips away from the other. They were cheek to cheek, Yixing’s hands gripping his shoulders as they both tried to catch their breaths.

“What the hell are we doing?”

Yixing let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t know what you’d call it but I’m trying to get you out of my system.”

As if such a thing was imaginable, Jongin though. Years passed and still Yixing was the only one who managed to make a jumble of his emotions.

Head resting against his shoulder, Yixing said, “You have to admit, the idea has merit.”

Jongin stepped back and ran a hand through his hair. The idea had merit--- if only he felt it was okay that he play around with the other until he got tired. Assuming he ever tire of Yixing.

He also had plans--- plans that went haywire because his grandfather died followed by an unlucky coin toss. Right now he was handling things one at a time but Yixing could prove hazardous. Yixing wanted a long-time commitment with a man who would stay with him in Beijing for life.

If that wasn’t enough, Jongin feared that Yixing may influence him to give up everything he’d achieved in Seoul, to let go of dreams he always had since childhood.

The more he indulged, the harder it would be to step back. “Getting you out of my system is a good idea but…” Jongin gestured at Yixing’s disheveled appearance and swollen red lips, “I don’t think this is the right way to do it.”

Before Jongin could change his mind, he stalked towards the direction of the club’s exit. He left and he didn’t allow himself to look back.