Just Can't Stop

Yixing laughed. The whole time he wasn't even looking at her. For some reason, it triggered him to do so.

"That's not possible. Everyone can read," he paused for a moment; for he had noticed the silence of his costumer, before coming up with an assumption that he had offended her.

Yixing didn't mean to be rude, he wasn't thinking straightly. He didn't know the reason.

He was about to apologize, as he hadn't heard any reply from her, but as he got the chance to have a clear view of her face, he was incredibly surprised to see a very familiar sight he saw that afternoon.

The mystery girl.

"I know you," they said in chorus.

Yixing couldn’t speak. He was still processing what happened, but she had already made her way out. He didn't want her to leave. He sighed in disappointment for she didn't even write her name on the card.

Yixing thought that their meeting was an odd chance.

His phone then rang.

"Oppa!" A squeaky voice welcomed him. He smiled.

"Oh hey, sweetie. What's up?" he cooed over the phone.

"You promised to take me to the festival tomorrow, right?" she said more like a demand. He had been busy these past few days that he had almost forgotten about it. Yixing wasn't interested on these kind of things ever since. Everywhere was noisy and populated. He didn't want that, but he made a promise, the