You Think You're So Great, Right? (I/II)
Title: You Think You're So Great, Right?
Pairing: Fanxing, Ninja!Xiuhan, Ninja!Taohun
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~10.1k (+3k Epilogue)
Summary: There are a lot of reasons why Yixing doesn’t like Valentine’s Day, and Yifan might be pretty much all of them.
A/N: Originally written for
kissfanxing and posted here. I threw a ton of side pairings in because I simply couldn't help it.
You Think You're So Great, Right?
Yixing hated Valentine’s Day.
He never admitted to it out loud, but whenever Luhan would approach the topic the younger’s expression would draw into a slight frown and he would fall silent. It was an involuntary reaction, but Yixing wasn't really trying to control it either way. Everyone who cared to look might know of his distaste for the day.
Though in all honesty, it wasn't really the day itself that Yixing hated, and he hadn't always been in such a sour mood when it came to February the 14th. Actually he used to love the atmosphere of it, all the love in the air, even when he didn't have someone. He enjoyed watching all his friends who were in a relationship be their happy, lovey-dovey selves.
It used to be a day where there were more blushing girls running around than any other time, and guys would be either counting their haul to boast or furiously sort through the received gifts to see whether there was something from the person they were actually hoping to receive something from.
But then Yifan happened.
All of Yixing's appreciation of Valentine's Day vanished when he got into the second year of highschool. They were assigned new classes and classrooms every year, so the first day of school usually meant that Yixing would be searching for where he had to head.
That particular day he was fearing the lecture might start without him-he was running a bit late, because he had forgotten which wing their new class was supposed to be located in. When he finally turned in at the right corridor, he was too distracted by second-checking the room numbers with the ones on the sheet they had been given for orientation to notice the figure blocking the doorway.
He managed to stop himself just in time to avoid crushing face first into the other student’s chest, but only barely.
The only reason why he did stop was the shadow falling over the paper he was clutching in his hands, making him look up. Being faced with the pristine white fabric of their school uniform's shirt made him come to a halt immediately.
In surprise his head tilted back, eyes wandering up a seemingly endless way until they found the quirked eyebrows of the person-obviously another student going by the uniform-and later on Yixing blamed the early hour and his distracted, not yet entirely functional brain for the impressed “Handsome.” that escaped him.
The smaller only realized that he really had voiced his thoughts out loudly when the other's eyebrows rose even further in surprise, and Yixing momentarily considered himself safe because surely he had spoken in his mother tongue.
If there was one advantage to moving to Korea, it was that whenever his thoughts escaped him without his consent, it generally resulted in a furrowed eyebrow and perhaps the request to repeat his words again, while incomprehension clouded the other party’s face. It was like a safety nets for the words that fell from his lips.
A safety net that was useless against the tall blond, as Yixing had to discover, horrified, when the other's surprised expression quickly drew into something that was a mixture between a grin and a smirk.
“Thanks.” The male answered in what was decidedly not Korean, and somehow Yixing's mortification finally released the hold of his muscles, making way to embarrassment.
Yixing bowed immediately, appalled at his loose tongue. “I'm sorry.” he apologized, uncaring of the fact that complimenting someone hardly warranted an apology. His cheeks burned, but he kept his head down and ducked into the classroom to avoid the taller's piercing eyes.
He quickly rushed to where he spotted Luhan, sitting in the back of the room and playing with his phone, completely oblivious to Yixing's mortifying encounter.
“You're the most unreliable friend ever.” The younger accused his friend as soon as he slumped down at the desk in front of Luhan. As far as he knew the seats were assigned on a first-come-first-serve basis, and since this desk still looked untouched, he decided to claim it.
Innocent brown eyes lifted from the screen, looking at him questioningly, eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. “Ehh? Why is that?”
“We were supposed to go to school together.” Yixing complained, turning in his seat so he could slouch down on Luhan’s desk, his face drawn into a pout.
“But I told you I wouldn’t be able to make it, it’s not as if I just didn’t show up?” The elder asked, as if he didn’t quite see the point of Yixing’s statement.
“Yeah, you ditched me in favour of Minseok. Because of that I got lost, and was almost late.” The younger whined, not really sure if he wanted Luhan’s pity or just wanted to make his best friend feel guilty.
A hint of confusion stayed on Luhan’s features, but he could also detect guilt creeping into the mixture. “I’m sorry, Xing, okay? But Minseok wanted to go running before school, and we can walk to school together every other day. And see, you made it perfectly on time, the teacher’s not even here yet.”
Technically, Luhan’s arguments were all sound, and Yixing knew about Luhan’s crush on his fellow soccer team member. Whenever the same-aged male would offer to spend time with Luhan, his friend would have a hard time declining. But Yixing wanted someone to blame for his misfortune that morning, and he decided to split the burden equally between the conceited blond and his doe-eyed friend.
“But because of you I was almost late, and had to hurry, and therefore bumped into that blond giant.” Yixing huffed, lifting himself from Luhan’s table to properly showcase his disgruntled expression. The other had to know just how upset he was.
“Blond giant?” Luhan questioned, finally seeming to perk up at the younger’s words. “You wouldn’t be talking about him?”
With that he pointed to somewhere behind Yixing’s back. The younger didn’t want to turn around, because he would have preferred to stay in his illusion for a bit longer that the mortifying encounter had been an one time thing. It had been likely from the beginning that the blond would be a classmate of his, because if he looked at the matter realistically it was uncommon to meet students from other classes in the classroom so close to the beginning of a lecture, especially on the first day. But Yixing had wanted to hold onto the hope, no matter how futile it was.
“Well?” The elder prompted when Yixing hesitated, raising a challenging eyebrow.
His teeth clenched together, Yixing chanced a glance over his shoulder. And indeed, there he sat. The tall blond, surrounded by a few of their fellow classmates. It seemed as if he was caught in a lively discussion, which should have kept him occupied.
Yet he still managed to notice Yixing’s gaze on him, and shifted until he could look right back at the smaller. As soon as their eyes met, the blond’s mouth stretched into a grin, and he winked. Yixing narrowed his eyes in an attempt to look annoyed, but either it didn’t translate well, or the other was just being ignorant, because his grin only spread further.
“Yes, him.” Yixing said as he turned back towards Luhan. Unnecessarily so, actually, because their little exchange had been more than enough to let the elder draw his own conclusions.
A smug grin adorned Luhan’s face as he leaned forward to hit Yixing playfully on the shoulder. “Really? Wu Yifan? You’re starting off this school year ambitiously I see. Not that unsuccessfully though, it seems.”
Confused by his friend’s reaction, Yixing tilted his head slightly to the side. “’Starting off this school year ambitiously?’ What exactly are you talking about?”
“Well, you’ve got your eyes on one of the most sought after guys in this school.” Luhan explained, but as Yixing’s eyebrows just drew together in incomprehension, the elder’s grin morphed into a disbelieving expression. “Wu Yifan? Captain of the basketball team? Doesn’t ring anything with you?”
“Not particularly.” Yixing admitted, though if he was being honest something in the back of his brain perked up at the name, now that he properly thought about it.
“Gosh, you really live behind the moon at times, Xingie.” Luhan playfully scolded, hitting Yixing on the shoulder before casting his gaze back to Yifan.
Judging from the self-satisfied grin that spread on Luhan’s face, the blond was still watching. “And yet you seem to have been quite successful at catching the eye of the one and only Wu Yifan.”
Finally it dawned on Yixing what Luhan had been trying to imply the whole time. “What are you talking about?” Full of indignation he hit Luhan’s arm, and leaned in close so that his hissing would be heard over the noise of the other conversations being led in the classroom. “I was not trying to catch his attention.”
Yixing wanted to argue his point further, but their teacher chose that moment to enter the room, so he rather turned back to the front. Not without one last glare at Luhan though. Just for good measure.
-o-
In all honesty, Yixing had heard of Yifan beforehand. He wasn’t as absentminded as Luhan liked to accuse him of being, but he also never paid particular attention to the other student of Luhan’s age. Of course he knew of the captain of the basketball team, who had lived abroad for a while, who still kept his blond hair and spoke better English then some of their teachers.
It was just that he had never been interested enough to remember the taller’s face or name properly. That was, until they were placed in the same class.
Their first meeting was some sort of premonition as for what was to follow.
When in PE they both were elected as opposing team leaders, Yifan just smirked at him, basketball held securely in one of his gigantic hands as he raised a challenging eyebrow at Yixing.
There was a reason why Yixing had been chosen to lead the second team. He prided himself with being reasonably good at basketball, and their teacher apparently agreed. If he had ever been interested in joining their schools basketball team, he probably could have done so without much effort. What he lacked in height he made up with agility and an analytical mind amidst the heat of the battle.
And yet Yifan was the one who scored the last points necessary for his team to triumph over Yixing’s. It had been an even fight, but when Yifan flashed him a victorious grin, it had Yixing’s blood boil in frustration either way. The fact that he had proved himself a worthy enemy to Yifan on the court didn’t matter. It irked Yixing that he had contributed to the other’s haughtiness by not showing Yifan that he could be defeated.
And Yixing saw that haughtiness in every wink Yifan threw at Yixing when he caught the younger’s eyes on him, in every smug grin or mock compliment about how good Yixing looked.
Every single school day Yifan found another way to drive Yixing up the wall. The smaller had hoped he would quickly get used to Yifan continuously showing off his skills or looks, but whenever the blond turned around to throw a smug smile at Yixing, as if to make sure the other was looking, it had him all riled up.
Sometimes, mostly when Yifan wasn’t anywhere in sight, Yixing had pensive moments where he wondered what had prompted Yifan to focus all of his mocking on him.
On the rare occasions when Yixing could actually study the taller without the other immediately noticing, he saw Yifan joking and laughing with his friends. His wide grins towards them, the comfortable way he spoke with them, held so little of the arrogance he seemed to perpetually carry around himself when he interacted with Yixing.
It only reinforced Yixing’s belief that the elder had decided that Yixing was an easy goal for his mocking right from the beginning.
-o-
“You’re aware of the fact that he’s flirting with you, right?” Luhan asked, words muffled by the bite of the steamed bun he was having for lunch.
Yixing whipped around from where he had been trying to counter Yifan’s winks with icy glares to face his best friends.
“He’s not.” He huffed out in indignation. “He’s mocking me!”
Luhan didn’t answer immediately, instead using Yixing’s distraction to snitch a piece of pickled radish from his lunchbox, before leaning back in his seat to throw a judging glare at the younger. “You’re kidding me, right? He is so flirting with you. It’s so obvious!”
It wasn’t the first time for Luhan to insist that Yifan was actually trying to impress Yixing with all his showing off, and that all the compliments he threw at Yixing were in honest, but frankly Yixing didn’t believe any of it.
“You’re just star-struck by him and don’t want to admit that his personality is not good enough to match his perfect image.” Yixing accused, cradling his purple lunchbox closer in the hope of bodily warding off any further attempts of Luhan’s to steal his food.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Xing.” Luhan retorted, and after several failed attacks on Yixing’s food he resigned himself to finishing his bun. “I admire him because he’s tall-“ “There are really more important things than height.” “-because he’s tall, but that’s about it. I’ve got Minseok after all.”
Wiping the stupidly mushy smile from Luhan’s face was actually worth losing a few more vegetables when he threw them at the elder.
Luhan managed to mostly dodge the food flying at him, but it succeeded in shifting his expression from his dorky Minseok-admiration-smile to an affronted frown, so Yixing was satisfied with the result.
Yixing knew that if Luhan would have had any object in or on his desk that he was willing to sacrifice, or a lunchbox of his own, the younger would most likely be on the run now to save himself from Luhan’s revenge. But since the other didn’t want to give up any of his belongings, he settled on huffing, and accusing the younger of how childish he was being. “With such an attitude you won’t have any chance with Yifan.”
It resulted, as Luhan surely had expected, in Yixing picking up his argument again about how he didn’t care what Yifan thought of him, and Luhan retorting how unlike Yixing, he himself wasn’t blind.
Their bickering was like a well-practiced play by now, with how often they’d already gone over the same topics. It usually was Luhan who started it with insinuating that Yifan was interested in Yixing, and how the younger was too oblivious to notice when he was being flirted with. Yixing then retorted by telling Luhan how he was fancying Minseok too much, and that he should probably try to be a little bit more subtle about it.
A big part of their lunch break passed with them arguing, but they digressed at one point, so toward the end their conversation trailed off.
Slumping forward, Yixing folded his arms on Luhan’s desk to let his head come to rest on top of them. He exhaled, and relaxed his whole body. In retrospect he probably should have gone to sleep a little earlier the day prior.
“You know, Valentine’s Day is right around the corner.” Luhan noted silently from where he was watching his best friend lounging in front of him.
Whether he wanted to watch Yixing’s reaction or simply make sure the other knew he was being talked to, Yixing didn’t know.
Instead of lifting his head to return Luhan’s gaze, Yixing found his eyes shifting towards where Yifan was sitting. The blond was, as per usual, surrounded by his friends. Someone must have cracked a joke, because Yifan was bursting into loud laughter that resounded from the walls, grin so wide his gums were showing.
Without really meaning to, Yixing darted his eyes across the room, taking note of the bigger part of their female’s classmates’ eyes on the tall male. It made his stomach churn and he narrowed his eyes involuntarily.
“I know. And that means all these stupid girls will crowd him with letters again.” There was a hint of bitterness in his voice that Yixing told himself was pity for those girls who were deceived by Yifan’s looks and his charming smiles.
When Luhan stayed silent, he finally shifted his attention to his best friend, just to discover him watching with a contemplative expression.
“You know, that attitude you’re wearing? It pretty much looks like jealousy.”
Yixing didn’t consider himself a violent person, but for that statement the only appropriate retort he could think of was swatting at Luhan’s arm in indignation.
-o-
February the 10th was a Saturday. Usually Saturdays were quiet days for Yixing. He tended to use them to get his homework done all relaxed and unhurried, perhaps to spend a few hours plucking at the new guitar he had gotten for his last birthday. Sometimes he hummed tunes along, recording some of them on his phone.
This Saturday wasn’t much different. Dressed in loose sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, Yixing was sitting at his desk. A cup of steaming green tea and a plate with snacks his mother had prepared stood in one corner, while the space in front of him was occupied by his chemistry book.
Deep in concentration, he didn’t hear their doorbell ring, but he reasoned it must have sounded, since shortly after a knock resounded from his door.
“Come in.” He shouted, expecting his mother to be on the other side, perhaps being concerned about whether he needed anything. The squeaking sound of the door opening wasn’t followed by his mother’s voice though.
“Now now, you little overachiever, can’t even take a moment off from your homework to let your best friend in yourself?” Luhan teased, pulling the door close again behind him before sinking down on Yixing’s bed, leaning his backpack against the mattress.
The younger spun in his chair to face Luhan lounging on his bed as if it were his own. Scrunching his eyebrows up Yixing tilted his head slightly to the side as he racked his brain. Had he been meant to meet up with Luhan that day? It wouldn't be the first time a meet-up slipped his mind, but he came up blank.
“What are you doing here?” he eventually resorted to asking. “Did I forget we were supposed to meet?”
Luhan chuckled in response and waved Yixing's concerns off. “Don't worry, you didn't forget anything for a change. I came here because I have an early Valentine's present for you.”
With a wide grin Luhan turned to rummage through his backpack, obviously in search of whatever he wanted to gift Yixing.
“But we never get each other presents.” Yixing asked cautiously as he watched Luhan.
The elder only hummed, sounding very much as if he hadn't even been listening to what Yixing said. Resigning himself to his fate, Yixing waited until Luhan emitted a triumphant sound and emerged from his backpack.
“There you go!”
Yixing accepted the card Luhan offered him with a raised eyebrow. It was a medium sized one, the front printed with an almost overwhelming number or hearts in every shade of red, pink and purple. It was very obviously a Valentine's Day themed card, and a very corny one at that.
His eyebrow arching higher, Yixing inspected the card, and after throwing a last sceptic glance at Luhan, who continued looking eager, the younger opened it. He was greeted by white, clean white, a white that had never been in contact with ink.
Caution quickly made way to disbelief and amusement at finding the card empty. Yixing looked up at his best friend, who surprisingly enough was still watching him with seemingly honest anticipation, a lopsided grin on his face.
Yixing snorted. “Oh great, thank you, an empty card. You are the best friend I can imagine, Luhan, your love is truly undying.”
“No, silly there’s a meaning behind the card.” Luhan chided him, diving into his bag once more to pull out another, matching card. Yixing guessed it was just as empty as the one he was holding in his hands.
“You know, I bought these cards from Baekhyun today. Do you know about the project he and his friends are doing for Valentine’s Day?” Luhan started, his voice trailing slightly off towards the end, as if he was already expecting the answer and preparing the next words inside his head.
And indeed, when Yixing briefly shook his head, the other immediately leaped into his explanation. “Well, it’s really simple, actually. Since last Monday they’ve been selling these cards for 50 cents, next Tuesday they’ll collect them all again. If you buy one, you can write a message to whoever you want, put the recipient’s class and name on the envelope, and they’ll deliver all the cards on Valentine’s Day.”
Luhan’s eyes were sparkling with excitement, as if he was utterly sold to the idea. Yixing wasn’t exactly sure if he shared that feeling.
“Okay, and where does this specific card come into the picture?” He questioned, rising his hand slightly in indication.
“Well, you’re my best friend, you’ve got to do this together with me.” Luhan pouted, giving his friend the best puppy look he could manage. Which happened to be a very good puppy look.
“How exactly do you expect me to do this together with you? Should I help you with what you want to write?”
“Are you really that thick or are you just trying to act like it, Zhang Yixing?” The words where accompanied by an exasperated sigh as Luhan shook his head slightly. Then he fixed his gaze on Yixing, eyes intent. “You will write your own card. To Yifan.”
“Wha- No.” Yixing immediately refused, his eyes slightly widened in a scandalized expression. He hoped it was enough to cover up for the blush that dusted his cheeks at the mere thought. “Why would I be writing Yifan a card on Valentine’s Day? That’s absurd Luhan.”
He automatically launched into his usual string of protests, listing off arguments about how he wouldn’t want to fuel Yifan’s arrogance further, but instead of arguing back just as passionately the way he usually did, Luhan just sat there, watching Yixing seriously. Eventually Yixing’s voice trailed off when he didn’t get a reaction from the other.
“Yixing, I usually let you pretend, but please, just this once, be honest to me as your best friend. And be honest to yourself. You do want to write Yifan, am I right?”
Yixing’s first impulse was to refute, vehemently, but Luhan’s attitude was different from usually. He was looking at Yixing with questioning eyes, prompting him to be honest. And the younger found himself crumbling beneath that beseeching gaze.
With a sigh he hung his head slightly, and silently admitted that he might be nursing a little crush on Yifan after all.
Instead of bristling with exclaims of “I knew it!” Luhan just grinned widely at him. “Then this is your chance! You don’t have to deliver this card yourself, so you can remain anonymous if you want. Come on, we’re making a deal. We’ll both send a card. I to Minseok and you to Yifan.”
“Kind of like a suicide pact?” Yixing asked, because that was the first comparison that came to his mind at the suggestion.
“A macabre comparison, but essentially yes. Just that we are killing our social reputation instead of ourselves.” Luhan agreed cautiously, but looking slightly optimistic because Yixing hadn’t immediately refused. “Please, as my best friend, you have to do this with me.”
Instead of answering, the younger hummed silently and studied the card in his hands, letting his fingers slide over its colourful front. Disbelieving that he allowed himself to be roped into this, Yixing eventually nodded. “Okay, I’m in.”
“Promise? None of us will chicken out?” Luhan raised his hand, offering Yixing his pinky, the way he had always done back when they were children.
The gesture had Yixing chuckle fondly at the memories. However he also caught the slight hint of insecurity in Luhan’s eyes. Perhaps the other was suggesting this pact to work up the courage himself to write Minseok.
It was the last push Yixing needed to link his own pinky with the proffered one, lopsided grin on his face. “Promise.”
-o-
It was late at night, and Yixing sat brooding over what he was going to write to Yifan.
You think you're so great, right?
He looked at the sentence for what felt like an eternity, then scratched it. He squinted at the crossed out letters, heaving a sigh before starting again on the next line.
You think
He stopped himself before he could write down the same sentence again, because that sentence seemed to be the only one on his mind. It was as if he had forgotten all other possible combination of words, and just these few in just that order or slight variations were left.
So he gave in.
You think you're so great, right?
This was supposed to be an honest letter, one about him confessing his feelings. Yifan would never know it was Yixing. His card would be one of many. It was even possible Yifan would never even read his card. The other might just discard it together with the other dozens he was sure to garner that day. So this was Yixing's chance to no longer pretend, to lay his heart out behind the protective wall of anonymity.
Nonetheless he considered for the shortest of moments to bail out, to simply write a card full of spiteful comments and mockery. Just for the satisfaction of having written a card that Yifan wouldn't expect in the bunch of cards, one that would stand out and make the other frown at the un-Valentine's-Day-like contents.
A tempting scenario, but he and Luhan had a pact. If they went down, they went down together. And going down together included Yixing being honest, included Yixing confessing. They had promised each other-okay to be exact Luhan had forced Yixing into promising, but that didn't negate the promise itself whatsoever. Yixing was a person to keep his promises.
So he discarded all thoughts of putting Yifan down the way he usually would, forced himself to empty his mind completely for a fresh start.
With another sigh he slumped forward, resting his forehead on his folded arms. Lying on his desk like this he took a few deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his wooden desk and the metallic tang of his pencil. His exhales created small gusts of warm air against his fingers, while his unfocussed eyes studied all the crossed out lines and messy scribblings, courtesy of his procrastination.
When he had given in to Luhan's pact Yixing hadn't even dared imagining how difficult it would be to write this card.
The minutes passed in his silent room, noticeable only because of his watch ticking loudly in his ear. After he had counted to 30 for the umpteenth time, Yixing sat up with a huff. Full of determination he took a deep breath, making sure to exhale slowly.
This can't be that difficult, Zhang Yixing. He told himself. Countless of other people manage to do this every year.
When he started again, he wanted to groan in frustration. It was the same sentence coming out again.
You think you're so great, right?
Instead of backtracking, of erasing the letters once more however Yixing decided to simply carry on this time. He could still make all sorts of corrections could still in the end if he needed to. What mattered was that he got something written down at least.
You think you're so great, right? With your multiple languages, and your height, and your proficiency in basketball. You with your blond hair that's slowly starting to grow out. Will you dye it again? It would kinda go against your claims it's only like that because you used to wear it like that in Canada, and it simply needed time to grow out. You, with your eyebrows and sharp features that make every head turn, and that charismatic aura that ensnares anyone who comes close to you. Perhaps you have a lot of reasons to think you're so great.
And perhaps there are more still that you don't consider. Are you aware of the way you always make your friends and everyone you're a bit closer with laugh? Do you realize that your smile shows off your gums? That it makes my heart beat just the slightest bit faster as well, that I always have to fight hard against the corners of my mouth lifting up to mirror your smiles?
I try to not let it affect me, to not be like one of the countless admirers you have amassed, but I’m afraid somewhere along the way I lost the fight. So this Valentine’s Day marks the point of me giving in, of me admitting to you that you catch my attention whenever I’m around you.
I admit to the countless times I sneaked glances of you, the countless times I hoped you would keep on talking just the slightest bit longer so I’d get to hear more of your voice even if I acted annoyed. I admit to how my skin tingled when you’d pass me in a crowded hallway, or how I would admire you when you were speaking English, playing basketball.
I admit that I’ve been thinking about you, a lot, more than I was aware of myself.
Wu Yifan, I think I might like you. Don’t think too much of it. This is a Valentine’s Day confession, and I expect it to be inconsequential in the end. But I promised to tell you the truth, and I keep my promises, so there you have it.
I like you.
Rereading the finished text, Yixing wanted to tear the paper into pieces and set them on fire in embarrassment. He shoved the letter aside, beneath a few of his schoolbooks, out of his sight so that he could focus on taking a few calming breaths. With his eyes closed he covered his cheeks with his hands, the press cold against his burning skin.
“This is insane, I can’t send that.” He muttered to himself, almost like a mantra. A voice inside his head replied that Yifan would never find out it was Yixing who had sent the card. It also reasoned that Yixing’s destructive intentions were the indication the letter was the way it was supposed to be. It was what Yixing honestly felt, even though he hated to admit to it.
After a few minutes of calming himself down, Yixing set to copying the words from his scribbling paper to the card Luhan had given him earlier that day. He still cringed with every word he wrote, but forced himself to pull through.
Making sure that his handwriting was as clean as possible, trying to leave as few hints to his identity as possible, it took him quite long to finish the card.
He studied the end result, and beneath the embarrassment, he felt a sense of pride. After giving the ink a bit of time to dry, Yixing shoved the card into the white envelope, and wrote their class and Yifan’s name on it.
Sealing the envelope shut felt a lot like closure. It was a done deal now, Yixing realized with an exhale.
He had confessed to Yifan.
Well, technically not yet, but still.
( part 2)