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Every day since early spring, at about 1:18 in the afternoon, Xiao Zhan would take his lunch and sit outside, under that tree and on that bench.
And every day at about 1:23, Wang Yibo would join him.
"Avocado sandwich today?" he asks sitting down, his legs crossed, facing Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan takes a bite of his sandwich, "What do you have against avocado?"
"Everything", Wang Yibo draws closer. "It gets to touch your lips and wrap itself around your tongue instead of me".
Xiao Zhan laughs, "I believe it's called eating and why would my lips be touching yours?"
"It's called a kiss", Wang Yibo answers with a smirk then a wink, "And why wouldn't you be kissing me?" he asks, using a thumb to wipe away breadcrumbs from the side of Xiao Zhan's mouth. "I'm a magnificent kisser, I'm told".
Trying to hold back his laughter Xiao Zhan takes a sip of green tea, "Told so by who?"
"Myself", Wang Yibo answers unashamedly. "My lips tell me so every time they sense you".
"You really aren't human huh?" Xiao Zhan giggles, taking another bite, now already half done with his sandwich. "By the way, until when do you intend to show up this time every day?"
Wang Yibo shrugs, "Don't know", pauses a while then answers, "Maybe until you tell me not to", he says then pauses again watching Xiao Zhan's face. "Will you tell me not to?"
Right then, the tailwind of May breeze blows and nearly takes away the wrapper from the avocado sandwich. Xiao Zhan hurriedly grabs it and is looking at Wang Yibo when he replies, "Rather... I'd rather know where you are, instead", his voice dips, putting what's left of his sandwich to the side. "Or how about you not leaving?"
The grin on Wang Yibo is so wide and fresh and more vibrant than a field of tulips and with those lips he claims to be intensely kissable, he leans across and damps a kiss to Xiao Zhan's cheek that's closer to his mouth but his breathing is deep and frustrated. "Not just lunch..." he whispers, voice low yet trying, "not just lunch. I want to watch you eat breakfast, dinner and all the snacks in-between".
And Xiao Zhan smiles, the place Yibo's lips kissed is feeling cool with the wind's caressing. "Yibo, I—"
"Xiao Zhan, why are you out here having a full conversation by yourself?" someone calls out to him from behind. "Going crazy?" It's a coworker with lunch also in his hand.
A sudden soft wind brushed against the side of Xiao Zhan's face where Yibo had kissed him. "Maybe..." he turns to look at his coworker then back at the now empty seat where just seconds ago Wang Yibo was sitting— and he just smiles, guess he'll have to wait again till tomorrow at 1:23.
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