The only proof of any of it ever happening was the lingering sting in Yixing’s chest that wouldn’t dissipate until morning came. Though the butterflies never really left. (Or — Yixing struggles to leave the past and move forward while Sehun holds his hand all through it without questions.)

It isn't a fairytale where justice prevails and true love waits to have their happy ending with you. But for Sehun, the sensation of a weird tinggling in his chest and a sick pit in his stomach is enough comparisson.