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Despite the chilly spring evening, Licheng felt a tightness in his chest that made him sweat and made it difficult to breathe. With a final adjustment to his necktie, he stepped out of the car and made his way towards a grand banquet hall.

Amidst the vibrant colors and sounds of celebration, he stood still at the entrance of the hall as a cool breeze ruffled his hair. The hall was adorned with twinkling fairy lights and purple floral arrangements, buzzing with laughter and chatter. He walked in slowly, his eyes searching for the one person he wanted to avoid tonight.

Today was his best friend Ye Xingsi’s engagement—a day filled with joy and celebration. Yet, as he watched his best friend float gracefully through the crowd, beaming alongside his fiancée, a gnawing discomfort settled in Licheng’s chest. For years, he had been Xingsi’s unwavering support, but today, a revelation struck him hard: this might be the end of their relationship as he knew it. If it could even be called a relationship. 

They were neighbors because their parents were close. They had been best friends since middle school, had hooked up a few times, but decided not to pursue their feelings in fear of ruining their friendship and their families’ bond. He had been fine with the arrangement—until Xingsi had announced his marriage plans.

He wanted to be happy for his friend… and he was happy. In spite of that, he was unable to shake off the sense of abandonment that erupted from the pit of his stomach.

As the evening progressed, Licheng forced himself to engage in small talk and share in the excitement around him, though it felt hollow. When the newly engaged couple took to the dance floor, he retreated to a quiet corner at the back. Grabbing another drink, memories of their childhood flooded back—schooltime adventures, secrets shared over steaming bowls of noodles, and even passionate drunken nights. Every sip and recollection reinforced a painful truth that flickered at the edge of his consciousness: perhaps he wanted more. He wasn’t even sure if it was a passing feeling or if he was truly gutted by his best friend’s wedding plans. All he knew was that he didn’t feel good.

He stopped a passing waiter abruptly, grabbing another drink, almost making the waiter bump into the person behind him. The man looked annoyed, but Licheng was in no mood to care. He gulped down his drink in one go and turned back to the dancing couple. Xingsi was smiling... Licheng had always thought that his friend only smiled like that when he was with him. He had never seen him this happy before. He was lost in thought and hadn’t realized that the man from earlier had sat down at his table and was trying to talk to him.

“Huh? What?” Licheng asked irritably.

“I said you should apologize.” The man spoke louder.

“Oh! Okay.”

“And?” The man raised an eyebrow, waiting for his apology.

Licheng sighed and muttered a half-hearted, “Fine, I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” The man grinned. “And?”

“And what?”

“It’s polite to introduce yourself when someone does the same.”

“Oh! Sorry. I’m Xiao Licheng.”

“Nice to meet you, Licheng,” the man said, extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you too,” Licheng replied, drawing a blank.

“You really weren’t listening earlier, were you?”

Licheng sighed. He had indeed not been paying attention.

“I gave you my name already... when you were busy shooting lasers at my cousin.” He said, following Licheng’s gaze to the dance floor. “It’s Teng Muren.” He repeated.

“Cousin?”

“Yes, I’m the one and only cousin of the groom.”

“You’re Xingsi’s cousin? I’ve never seen you before.”

“The other groom,” Muren clarified. “I’m Fu Yongjie’s cousin.”

“Ah, yes! Of course you are.” Licheng suddenly felt embarrassed by his own stupidity.

His eyes turned back to Xingsi, who was now walking around, socializing with the guests. He would soon reach Licheng’s table. He had successfully avoided his best friend since he arrived at the venue, but there were no more places left to hide. He feared his emotions might get the better of him, and that Xingsi would notice his confused heart. Abruptly, he got up and walked out toward the rear balcony overlooking the city skyline.

He took a deep breath and thought about the next few weeks. Tonight’s engagement party was just the beginning of his nightmare. He had promised to be at Xingsi’s side throughout the wedding preparations. They were supposed to finish their shopping together, get their suits fitted, fly to Orchid Island for the bachelor party and wedding, and then return to the city for a small reception. It was going to be hectic—and probably heart-wrenching. He was so close to feigning sickness and escaping the mess when he heard familiar footsteps approaching. It was Xingsi.

“You found me,” Licheng smiled dryly at his friend.

“I found you,” Xingsi smiled back, handing him a bottle of beer to share. “You okay?”

He wasn’t. But Xingsi didn’t need to know that. “Are you okay?” Licheng redirected the question.

“What do you think?” Xingsi smiled gently.

“You look happy.” 

“I am.” Xingsi flashed his most bashful smile.

“Then, I’m happy too.” Xingsi’s happiness warmed Licheng’s heart.

“You mean it?” Xingsi asked seriously, as though he could not believe Licheng could be happy for him.

“Of course!”

Xingsi beamed with delight. “Sooo...”

Licheng was confused for a moment before he realized that he was keeping his friend away from the celebrations. “So, you can now get back to your boyfriend.”

“Fiancé,” Xingsi corrected him playfully.

Licheng sighed. “Yes, right! Fiancé. Now, get the hell back to your fiancé and let me enjoy the night alone for a bit.”

“Gladly!” Xingsi beamed and left after giving Licheng a quick shoulder hug.

That wasn’t so bad , Licheng thought, letting out the breath he had been holding.

His respite didn’t last long, though, as he was quickly joined by Teng Muren again.

“Did you follow me here?” Licheng asked, annoyed.

“You wish! I was just getting away from the nagging aunties,” Muren chuckled.

“Great,” Licheng muttered, moving to the other side of the balcony overlooking the garden and turning his back to the man. That didn’t deter Muren, who followed him anyway.

“Sorry, I don’t want to intrude, but if I may ask—how long have you been in love with Xingsi?”

Licheng spat out his drink and turned to look at Muren. “What? That’s not true! Are you crazy?”

“If you say so, but any fool could see it in your eyes.”

Licheng’s eyes widened. He was obviously doing a terrible job of hiding his feelings.

“It’s not what you think,” Licheng said, trying to avert his eyes from the prying man.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” Muren winked.

“I don’t believe I need to explain myself to you, but Xingsi and I... we... we were never... we’re just friends.”

“Aah, I get it now. It’s one-sided, unrequited love,” Muren teased.

“You’re a big romantic, aren’t you?” Licheng shook his head, unsure if he was bothered by the man or actually relieved by the welcome distraction. For the first time that night, he took a good look at Muren. He had been so preoccupied that he hadn’t noticed him properly before. Teng Muren was a tad taller, with a lean build and striking amber eyes. He looked effortlessly cool and handsome in his oversized orange suit, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone, showing off his pale skin and a lean collarbone.

“What’s your story? Why are you following me around instead of enjoying the party inside?”

“Again, it wasn’t intentional.”

“So you admit you were following me?”

“Fine! If it makes you feel better.” Muren flashed his most charming smile. “You haven’t answered me yet, though.”

“How about we talk about something else instead of my failed love story?”

“So, it was love, after all.” Muren grinned.

Licheng spent the rest of the night in Muren’s company, pleasantly surprised with himself and his heart.

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Even after two days had passed since the engagement, Licheng still couldn’t accept the fact that Xingsi would soon be married. The couple had their pre-wedding photoshoot today, and he had been reluctantly dragged along for dinner after the shoot.

Despite his initial hesitation, Xingsi managed to convince him to join the dinner party. It was a small gathering—just a few friends spread around a long table in a private room at one of the most lavish hotels in the city.

Licheng sat at one end of the table, with Xingsi next to him, glowing as he talked non-stop about the photoshoot. This was new for Licheng. He had never heard Xingsi talk so much. Perhaps Xingsi was right when he said they weren’t right for each other. Licheng had never been able to bring out this side of him.

It wasn’t that he wanted Xingsi back—not really. But knowing he wasn’t the one for Xingsi stung more than he’d anticipated.

His fingers nervously tapped the rim of his wine glass as he focused on his friend, barely paying attention to the conversation. Across the room, Yongjie was chatting with his friends, but his eyes never left Xingsi. Licheng was on the edge of losing it.

Soon, Yongjie approached the table. “Licheng, do you mind moving there?” He pointed to an empty seat across from Xingsi.

“Huh?” Licheng tried to keep his expression neutral.

“I just thought we should sit together.” Yongjie glanced at Xingsi, perhaps hoping for understanding, but Xingsi looked visibly upset.

“Sure. Why not?” Licheng didn’t give Xingsi a chance to speak. He picked up his glass and started to move, but before he could sit down, Muren approached him.

“Why don’t you sit with me?” Muren said, grabbing his drink and gesturing toward a seat in the middle of the table.

When did he get here? Licheng wondered. He’d been here almost an hour and hadn’t even noticed Muren. He was embarrassed.

“Sorry, but he’s the only other person I know here apart from my cousin—and my cousin has no time for me,” Muren said aloud, grinning playfully as he gestured for Licheng to sit beside him.

Without a word, Licheng followed. He glanced at Muren—the charming man who had recently entered his life. Muren’s eyes twinkled with amusement and warmth. He wasn’t like Xingsi, who was quiet and introspective. Muren was bright, loud even, and full of life, always ready with a joke or a story. It was a jarring contrast, yet oddly refreshing.

A wave of relief washed over Licheng. Muren’s presence made the air lighter, and somehow, without saying much, he seemed to understand exactly what Licheng needed.

“So,” Muren said, leaning in slightly, his voice lower as if they were the only two people in the room, “What were you even doing there? Listening to your love talk about his wedding photoshoot can’t be that fun.”

Licheng chuckled, the tension in his chest loosening. “Not my idea of a fun Saturday night,” he admitted softly.

“I didn’t expect you to come,” Muren said, studying Licheng with a gentleness that made him feel truly seen—not as someone left behind, but as a person deserving of attention and care.

Licheng shrugged. “Didn’t have a choice.”

Muren laughed, a deep, genuine sound. “Well, I’m glad you came. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had anyone to sit with.”

Licheng raised an eyebrow. “You? Struggling to find company? I doubt that.”

Muren shrugged, smiling. “Maybe I’m picky. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

A blush crept up Licheng’s neck, and he quickly looked away, embarrassed by how easily Muren’s words flustered him. It was strange. He had always thought he’d end up with someone like Xingsi—quiet, calm, a mirror to his own reserved nature. But Muren was different. He filled the silences with laughter, pulled Licheng out of his comfort zone, and made him feel like he could breathe again.

As the evening wore on, Muren kept Licheng engaged, steering his mind away from the melancholy that had threatened to overwhelm him earlier. Muren shared stories about his travels, work, and even ridiculous childhood anecdotes that had Licheng laughing harder than he had in months.

For the first time that night, Licheng felt present… like he wasn’t just an outsider, sitting on the sidelines of someone else’s happiness.

At one point, Xingsi’s voice interrupted the conversation. “Hey, Licheng, don’t forget we need to be at the fitting appointment by 11 tomorrow.”

Licheng’s stomach twisted. The thought of being the third wheel again was unbearable. He was about to mumble a polite excuse when Muren leaned closer, his voice soft enough for only Licheng to hear.

“You don’t have to say yes to that,” he murmured. “You deserve to be around people who make you feel good, not people who make you feel... like this.”

Licheng glanced up at Muren, searching the other man’s face. There was no pressure, no expectation—just quiet understanding.

Taking a deep breath, Licheng turned back to Xingsi. “I don’t think I can make it tomorrow. I’ve got... other plans. You go ahead without me.”

Xingsi looked momentarily surprised but recovered quickly, nodding with a smile. “Of course.”

As the night ended, Muren walked Licheng out into the crisp night air, their faces cooled by the gentle breeze as they stepped onto the quiet street.

“Thanks for that,” Licheng said sincerely. “For... rescuing me back there.”

Muren grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Anytime. Though I have to admit, I kind of like being the hero.”

Licheng laughed, the sound light and free. “Well, you were a pretty good one tonight.”

They stood there for a moment, the streetlights casting long shadows as the night deepened around them. For the first time in a long while, Licheng felt something shift in his chest—something that felt a lot like hope.

Muren’s eyes met his, soft and steady. “You know, Licheng,” he said after a beat, “you deserve more than just being someone’s afterthought.”

Licheng’s breath hitched slightly at the honesty in Muren’s words.

“Maybe,” he said, his voice quiet but certain, “I’m starting to realize that.”

As they walked together to his car, Licheng couldn’t help but think that perhaps, in this charming, talkative man beside him, he had found the beginning of something new. Something better. Something just for him.

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Muren paced in front of the resort, trying and failing to keep his anxiety in check. The sun hung low over the island, casting a golden glow over the palm trees and the pristine beach below. It was almost time for the first event of the two-day bachelor party weekend, and Licheng still hadn’t arrived. Muren had been waiting all afternoon, checking his phone every few minutes, hoping for a message or call. But nothing.

He was starting to believe that maybe Licheng wasn’t going to show up.

Just then, Yongjie, the groom-to-be, walked up with a teasing grin. “Ready to go?” he asked, adjusting the straps on his hiking bag. The group was headed for a short hike up to the hilltop today for a view of the island, followed by a spa day and a night of clubbing. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree weekend—one that Muren had promised himself he’d enjoy. But now all he could think about was Licheng’s absence.

Muren didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the narrow road leading to the resort entrance. His mind raced, running through all the possibilities. Has something come up? Did Licheng change his mind?

“Are you serious?” Yongjie said, shaking his head when Muren didn’t respond. “You’re here for my wedding, not to flirt with my husband’s ex.”

“They were never lovers,” Muren shot back, his tone defensive.

Yongjie raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. “Is that what he told you?”

Muren opened his mouth to argue further, but before he could counter, the rest of the group joined them, chatting and laughing as they prepared to head out. Just as Muren was about to give up hope, a figure appeared at the entrance of the resort... Licheng.

Muren’s heart surged with relief as he watched Licheng jog up, slightly out of breath. He apologized to Xingsi for being late, offering a quick explanation about a work emergency. But then, his eyes found Muren, and a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

Muren couldn’t help but return the smile, feeling the tension in his chest ease.

After greeting the group, Licheng urged them to go on ahead. “I’ll catch up in a minute,” he said, already turning toward the reception to check in.

Muren, never one to miss an opportunity, quickly faked an excuse. “I forgot my water bottle inside. You guys go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

Yongjie gave him a look but didn’t protest, leading the group up the trail. Xingsi, on the other hand, shot Muren a sharp glance but said nothing, clearly aware of the real reason behind Muren’s sudden need for hydration.

As the group disappeared up the path, Muren turned and walked back toward the resort, his pulse quickening. He barely made it inside before Licheng reappeared, having dropped off his luggage. He greeted Muren with a playful grin. “Hey!”

“Hey?” Muren crossed his arms, mock irritation in his tone. “You’re late! I almost thought you were bailing on me… I mean, on your friend.”

Licheng chuckled, the sound light and easy. “Wouldn’t miss it,” he said with a wink. “Something came up at work last night, so I had to move my flight.”

Muren shook his head, “Cutting it close, though. You had me worried.”

They began walking toward the trail, the distant sounds of their friends’ voices fading in and out over the gentle rustle of the palm trees. Muren stole glances at Licheng as they walked, marveling at how effortless everything felt between them. There was no need to pretend, no lingering shadow of the past, just the present moment and the lightness of being together.

After a beat, Muren broke the comfortable silence. “You didn’t have to come, you know. To this... bachelor party. Considering who it’s for.”

Licheng shrugged, his expression unreadable. “Xingsi and I have our history, but that’s all it is now—history. Besides,” he added, his gaze flicking to Muren with a mischievous gleam, “I wasn’t about to leave you here to suffer through it alone.”

Muren laughed, but there was something in the way Licheng looked at him, something that made his heart race. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

They walked side by side, the distance between them disappearing with every step, and Muren couldn’t help but feel like something new had just begun. Something he didn’t quite expect, but was ready to embrace.

“I heard you were waiting for me the whole day,” Licheng said as they relaxed in the pool later that evening. While the others went for a full-body massage at the spa, Yongjie and the two of them remained in the water.

“What? Who told you that? Wh… why would I be waiting for you?” Muren stuttered, clearly embarrassed at being caught.

“Really? Yongjie said you were asking around about me and kept checking your phone the whole day,” Licheng teased, watching as Muren’s face grew redder.

Muren shot a death glare at Yongjie, who just chose to ignore him and swim to the other side of the pool.

“I was just worried you’d miss out on all the fun tonight.” Muren splashed water on Licheng and climbed out of the pool, annoyed. “Let’s go. I don’t want to be late for dinner.” He walked away hurriedly.

As the night drew to a close, it was time for the group to head to the club, where they had booked a private DJ for the evening.

Licheng stood by the car, waiting for Muren. Xingsi and Yongjie were already inside, and the other car with the rest of their friends was waiting behind. Licheng felt weak in the knees when Muren appeared in black jeans, a black tee, and a glittery blue leather jacket. The tight jeans accentuated Muren’s long legs, and the low neckline of his t-shirt revealed his pale white skin. Licheng held the door open as Muren slid into the passenger seat.

“You look—” Licheng started, but Muren cut him off.

“I know!” Muren replied cockily, earning a scowl from Xingsi.

Licheng leaned in towards Muren to help him fasten his seat belt, earning another disbelieving grunt from Xingsi in the back seat. They grinned at one another before taking off towards their destination.

Muren danced with Licheng for most of the night, not even letting Xingsi cut in, pausing only at midnight to get some fresh air.

“Your ex seemed quite unimpressed with us tonight,” Muren teased.

“I told you, he’s not my ex,” Licheng clarified yet again.

“Not an ex, but someone you were in love with, and someone who’s jealous of me.”

“You think he was jealous?”

Muren rolled his eyes. Before he could respond, Licheng took a step closer, his fingers brushing lightly against Muren’s hand. They had been closer than this earlier while dancing, but this moment felt different. It sent chills down Muren’s spine.

“Stop teasing me. I’m not in love with him, and he’s definitely not jealous,” Licheng said, looking straight into Muren’s eyes, as if to settle the matter once and for all.

“I don’t know. I won’t believe it unless I see it in your eyes.”

“What do you mean?” Licheng stepped back, confused.

“Remember the first night we met? I saw the pain in your expression, as if your heart was shattering. Then, your eyes landed on Xingsi as he made his way through the crowd and onto the dance floor. At that moment, there was a glow in your eyes. You were completely captivated by him. I’ll know you’ve moved on when I see that same light in your eyes for someone new.

“You’ve completely lost your mind, huh?” Licheng brushed him off and started walking back toward the club, but Muren stopped him by grabbing his hand.

“I can make it happen,” Muren declared.

Licheng stared into his eyes for what felt like an eternity before snapping back to reality.

“You? You think… you can make me fall in love again? With you?”

“Yes!”

“We’ve only known each other for a week! I don’t think so!” Licheng disagreed.

“Never say never, buddy. I am quite sexy!” Muren said, biting his lower lip seductively, making Licheng smile.

That you are , Licheng thought. You definitely are very sexy .

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The morning sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the island’s shimmering beaches. Waves gently lapped at the shore, and the distant sound of seagulls added a rhythm to the tranquil scene. As the family and guests started pouring in, the day before the wedding, Muren and Licheng had decided to spend the day together, away from the group, away from Xingsi, and away from any lingering complications of the past.

It was just the two of them, under the sun, with nothing but the day ahead.

As they made their way down toward the beach, Licheng tugged his shirt off, revealing his lean, toned frame. Muren tried—and failed—not to stare. “What?” Licheng asked with a playful grin, catching Muren’s eyes. “You’ve already seen me in the pool.” He reminded Muren.

Muren feigned indifference with a shrug. “Just wondering if you’ve been secretly working out.”

Licheng rolled his eyes but laughed. “Not secretly. Just... occasionally.”

“Occasionally looks good on you.”

Licheng flushed slightly, but his grin only grew wider as they reached the beach. The sand was soft beneath their feet, warm but not scorching, perfect for an afternoon of lounging around.

“So, what’s the plan?” Licheng asked, plopping down on the sand and stretching his legs out in front of him. “Do we have one? Or are we just improvising?”

Muren dropped his bag and sat down beside him. “Improvising sounds good to me. But I’m not against some quality beach time. Maybe a swim later?”

Licheng nodded in agreement, already looking relaxed. The soft breeze ruffled his hair, and for a moment, Muren couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly handsome he looked, his usual guarded expression softened by the carefree atmosphere.

They spent the first hour just lying back, letting the warmth of the sun sink into their skin, chatting lazily about nothing and everything. Licheng found himself laughing more than he had in a long time—Muren had a quick wit and a surprisingly sharp sense of humor. Their comfort level had reached a point where it seemed like they had been lifelong friends.

“Alright, enough lounging,” Muren suddenly announced, springing to his feet. “We’re at a beach, so we have to do something. Come on, let’s swim.”

Licheng groaned but got up, brushing the sand off his shorts. “I thought we were supposed to be chilling.”

“We are chilling. But you can’t come to a beach and not get in the water.” Muren shot him a teasing look. “Unless you’re afraid of a little ocean?”

Licheng raised an eyebrow. “Afraid? Please. I’ll have you know I’m an excellent swimmer.”

“Prove it,” Muren challenged, already running toward the water, his laugh trailing behind him.

Licheng chuckled, shaking his head as he sprinted after him. The moment he hit the water, the coolness shocked his system, but it was refreshing. Muren dove in headfirst, swimming out a little before turning around and waving Licheng over.

The two of them spent the next hour swimming, diving, and splashing each other like carefree kids. Licheng hadn’t felt this free in ages—his worries, his insecurities, everything seemed to melt away in the saltwater and sunshine. At one point, Licheng challenged Muren to a race back to the shore. Muren won—barely—and Licheng flopped down dramatically onto the sand, groaning.

“Fine. I admit it. You’re the better swimmer,” Licheng said between exaggerated breaths.

“Thank you for finally admitting it,” Muren teased, standing over him and offering a hand to help him up.

Licheng took his hand, but instead of getting up, he yanked Muren down beside him, laughing as Muren landed on the sand with a thud. “Serves you right for being smug.”

Muren laughed, brushing the sand from his arms. “Alright, alright. Truce.”

“Truce,” Licheng agreed, smiling at him, their faces just inches apart. 

For a moment, the world seemed to slow down, the sound of the ocean fading into the background. Licheng could feel the warmth radiating off Muren’s skin, the teasing glint in his eyes giving way to something softer, something more.

Licheng’s gaze lingered on Muren’s, and there was a stillness between them—a shared breath, a connection that needed no words. Muren’s heart raced, but he didn’t look away. He didn’t want to.

“Hungry?” Licheng asked suddenly, breaking the tension with an easy smile.

Muren blinked, the spell broken. “Starving.” Maybe he was overanalyzing their interaction. Maybe Licheng wasn’t really prepared to move on in the end. The thought left Muren disappointed.

They grabbed their bags and made their way to a small beachside cafe that Muren had noticed earlier. It was tucked away under some palm trees, the kind of place with wooden tables, faded umbrellas, and the smell of fresh seafood in the air. They ordered some grilled fish and beer, settling into the laid-back island vibe.

As they ate, once again their conversation flowed effortlessly. Licheng told Muren more about his work emergency, his family, and even some stories from his past which mostly included Xingsi—stories that revealed the depth of their relationship to Muren. He came to the realization that he may never be able to take Xingsi’s place in Licheng’s life.

The rest of the day was spent in blissful relaxation. They lounged on the beach after lunch, napping in the shade and talking about future adventures they could take together. Muren found himself imagining more days like this—easy, filled with laughter, and with Licheng by his side.

As the sun began to set, casting the beach in hues of pink and orange, Muren glanced over at Licheng, who was watching the horizon with a soft, thoughtful expression. “What are you thinking about?” Muren asked, his voice gentle.

Licheng turned to him, a small smile playing on his lips. “I was just thinking... I didn’t expect today to feel like this.”

“Like what?” Muren asked, his heart beating a little faster.

Licheng met his eyes, his smile widening. “Like the start of something good.”

And there it was - the glow in Licheng’s eyes that Muren had been longing to see. He felt a warmth flood his chest, a sense of certainty settling in. 

And for the first time in a long while, Licheng felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

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The resort had finally settled down for the night, with all the guests having enjoyed the amenities and retired back to their rooms. Muren could once again hear the soothing sound of the waves filling the night air.

Muren was anxious though. The past week had been a whirlwind, one of the craziest rides of his life. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time, and it was mostly because of Licheng. The brooding, drunk man he’d met just a week ago had turned out to be one of the kindest, most caring people he’d ever known. Yet, after spending the whole day together, Muren still couldn’t figure out Licheng’s feelings for him. There were moments when Licheng seemed to share the same emotions, but at other times, he appeared hesitant to take the next step.

Tonight was the last night before the big wedding. They would soon go their separate ways, uncertain when they’d meet again. Muren knew he had to take this chance and talk to Licheng. He was both excited and nervous.

He had texted Licheng to meet him by the pool at the back of the resort nearly an hour ago, but there was still no sign of him. Worried that Licheng hadn’t seen his text, Muren went to check his room. To his surprise, the door to his room was open, but Licheng was nowhere to be found. Unsure whether to wait in the room, he decided instead to search for him. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a letter on the bedside table.

Unwittingly, he picked it up and read it. It was from Xingsi, asking to meet Licheng immediately. Muren wasn’t sure when the note had been left or if Licheng was still with Xingsi, but he hurried toward the groom’s suite and knocked on the door. When there was no response, he began searching the resort for both Xingsi and Licheng. He finally found them on the terrace.

As Muren approached, he overheard their voices. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Xingsi crying in Licheng’s arms.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen with Yongjie?” Licheng asked, his voice laced with concern.

The low, uneasy tone of their conversation sent a sinking feeling through Muren’s chest.

“I can’t do it, Licheng. I don’t think I can go ahead with this,” Xingsi said, his voice strained as he paced back and forth.

Muren’s heart dropped. He moved closer, unable to restrain himself.

“What are you talking about? The wedding is in less than 10 hours,” Licheng said, shocked.

“I know! But… I am very confused. I have this nagging feeling that I’ve made a mistake and rushed into everything,” Xingsi admitted, gazing at Licheng. “And I can’t shake the feeling that I’m leaving something... someone behind.”

“Did something happen with Yongjie? Did he say anything?” Licheng’s voice was soft and understanding. He was still trying to process what his friend was saying. Xingsi was not one to act impulsively, so there had to be a logical reason behind all of this.

“No… he’s… he’s very good, and he loves me. But… he’s not you.”

Licheng’s eyes widened, and Muren felt as if he had been punched in the gut. His worst nightmare was coming true.

“I love him, Licheng.” Xingsi held Licheng’s hands and said, “Maybe... maybe I love you too.”

“Naturally, you love me, and I love you too. But we’re friends. We’ve always been only friends. You wanted it that way,” Licheng said, trying to talk sense into his friend.

“Maybe I was wrong about us. I don’t know… I don’t understand this feeling, Licheng,” Xingsi said, pulling Licheng into his arms again.

For someone wanting to call off his wedding, Xingsi seemed unusually calm. Typical Xingsi. Licheng thought.

“What do you want to do now?” Licheng asked, hesitant but composed.

“I need to get out of here. Right now. And I want you to come with me. Can you do that?” Xingsi pleaded, his eyes full of desperation.

“Of course I can,” Licheng replied without hesitation. He didn’t need more convincing. He would do anything for his friend. Licheng would gladly join Xingsi in running away from his own wedding, if that’s what he needed.

Muren’s heart shattered at Licheng’s words. He hadn’t even thought twice before agreeing to run away with the groom. Muren didn’t even cross his mind. For a brief moment, Muren had hoped that Licheng would shut Xingsi down, that he’d tell him he had moved on, that he and Muren had something.

Instead, Licheng sighed. “But what about your family… my family… and Yongjie?” he asked.

“I can’t deal with all that right now. I just need you, Licheng” Xingsi said, holding his hand even tighter. “I’ll wait for you downstairs in an hour. I really hope to see you then.”

Muren had heard enough. Tears welled up in his eyes as he quickly ran away, ensuring he wouldn’t be spotted by either of them.

Muren couldn’t believe what he had just heard. His heart was broken. All the sweet memories of the past week had been shattered by just one sentence from Licheng. Still, he clung to a sliver of hope—that Licheng would come to his senses and make the right decision. Regardless of his feelings for him, it was unacceptable to flee with the groom the night before the wedding. That wasn’t the Licheng Muren had come to know and love.

So he waited on the balcony of his room, overlooking the resort’s entrance. His mind reeled from the night’s events, trying to make sense of what was about to happen. Would Licheng really go through with it? 

The hour passed quickly, and Licheng hadn’t appeared. A few minutes later, Muren saw Xingsi come down with a small bag. He seemed to have called a cab. He got in and waited.

The suspense was driving Muren crazy. He had to wait another 15 minutes before Licheng finally showed up, just as Xingsi was about to leave. Muren watched them share a hug, then get into the car and drive away from the resort without looking back.

Muren’s world crumbled in an instant. It felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. He fought back the tears that threatened to burst out any moment. He wouldn’t cry, not for Licheng. That man didn’t deserve his love or tears. He was annoyed with himself for falling in love with such a frivolous man. How could he be so foolish to go back to the man who hurt and rejected him. Xingsi was finicky. He changed lovers and husbands at the whim. Licheng would soon realize this and be disappointed again. He was glad that his cousin jumped the gun but was upset about Licheng making the biggest mistake of his life.

Muren’s world crumbled in an instant, as if the ground had been ripped out from under him. He fought back the tears that threatened to spill over, refusing to cry—especially not for Licheng. That man didn’t deserve his love or his tears. 

Frustration bubbled up inside him. Xingsi was impulsive, constantly shifting between lovers and husbands on a whim. How could Licheng be so foolish to get back together with someone so fickle? Xingsi had hurt and rejected him before, and here he was, once again entangled in the same mess. Licheng would eventually realize this, only to be left heartbroken again.

Despite feeling relieved that his cousin had avoided a similar fate, Muren couldn’t help but be angry at Licheng for making such a monumental mistake.

As dawn broke, Muren packed up his things and left the island. He didn’t want to be around for the chaos that would erupt when everyone found out one of the grooms was missing.

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Licheng woke up with the ache in his chest still heavy and unresolved. He couldn’t tell what hurt more—the fact that Muren had ghosted him or that he’d let himself get so close, hoping for something more. He sighed, getting up from the bed. He missed Muren.

In just a week, Muren had become someone important to him. He had only dared to attend Xingsi’s wedding because of Muren, who had given him the courage to go. The time they spent together on the island was memorable to Licheng, even if it seemed meaningless to Muren. Licheng never imagined Muren would simply disappear after everything they had shared.

He had gotten used to Muren’s presence, with his endless chatter and easy smiles. Even when they were apart, Muren’s texts had kept him company. But now, Muren had vanished—not just from the island, but from his life. It had been two weeks since Licheng had seen Muren’s beautiful face or heard his voice, and the thought that he meant nothing to Muren pained him deeply.

Still, Licheng needed to talk to him, to explain that last night. After begging Xingsi for Muren’s address and much contemplation, he decided to pay Muren a surprise visit. He just couldn’t let things end so abruptly—he needed closure.

When Licheng reached Muren’s flat, his heart raced. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to see him again, wasn’t sure if he could bear another rejection. He knocked softly on the door. No response. He tried again, a bit more insistently this time, and there he was—Teng Muren. The man who had stolen his heart and peace.

Muren stood there, shocked and confused to see Licheng at his door. He looked disheveled and nervous, his usually cheery expression replaced by a mix of anger and disappointment. Licheng’s eyes searched his face, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Muren…” Licheng started, his voice thick with emotion, but Muren cut him off, not ready to let him speak just yet. 

“What are you doing here, Licheng? How did you even find me?” Muren’s voice was steady, but his heart was in turmoil. He held the door slightly ajar, not inviting him in.

Licheng swallowed hard, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I wanted to talk to you… I missed you, Muren,” Licheng confessed immediately.

Muren let out a scoff. “You missed me? After everything? You have some nerve showing up here.”

“Please, Muren. I just need a few minutes.” He pleaded.

Muren’s stomach twisted, and he hated the man’s audacity in claiming he had missed him, despite being the one who abandoned him. He wasn’t sure if he could trust this man again, but a part of him— the part that still cared —needed answers. He stepped aside, allowing Licheng to enter.

Licheng stepped in slowly, closing the door behind him. For a moment, neither of them said anything, the silence thick with tension.

“Muren,” Licheng began, running a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “You left the island without saying a word and have been avoiding me since then. I thought… maybe if I did or said something wrong…”

Muren crossed his arms, his expression guarded. “You really don’t know what you did?”

“If this is about not meeting you that night, something came up. Xingsi—”

“Are you seriously apologizing for not meeting me that night? Is that all?” Muren cut him off, his voice rising in frustration.

Licheng was confused. “Muren, I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand?” Muren’s voice cracked, his emotions spilling over. “Xiao Licheng, you idiot! Why did you even come here?”

Licheng instinctively stepped forward, wanting to comfort Muren, but stopped when he saw the hesitation in his eyes. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Muren. I didn’t mean to. But I couldn’t let things end like this. I thought we… I thought we had something.”

“We had something? Did I even mean anything to you?” Muren’s voice broke as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Muren…” Licheng couldn’t stop himself this time. He pulled Muren close, gently running his hand along his back. “Please don’t cry. Not because of me. I’ll go if that’s what you want.”

Muren pulled away, trying to compose himself, then sat down on the couch. Licheng slowly followed, sitting beside him.

“I heard you,” Muren finally said, his voice strained. “I heard you and Xingsi planning to run away together.”

Licheng’s heart sank. He hadn’t realized how much pain Muren had been in. And he was ashamed of himself. Muren’s pain made the agony he felt in the past two weeks seem insignificant. “Muren, you misunderstood. It wasn’t like that.”

“Really?” Muren’s voice was laced with bitterness. “Because I saw you both leave together in the middle of the night.” Muren stood up and walked away from Licheng.

“I know how it might have looked, and I don’t blame you for being upset. But please, let me explain,” Licheng said earnestly.

Muren crossed his arms, still defensive. “What’s left to explain, Licheng? I regret falling for you while you were still in love with someone else. I was foolish to believe that I mattered to you”

“You did. You do. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Licheng pleaded.

“How can you say that when you have Xingsi by your side? It’s over, Licheng. It’s all over between us now.”

“Please Muren, listen to me,” Licheng attempted to clarify, but Muren had no interest in hearing any more stories.

“I was late. That night. If only I had met you and confessed before Xingsi.” Muren was bawling his eyes out now. Despite his reluctance, he could no longer hide his vulnerable side from Licheng as tears streamed down his face. The suppressed pain he had been hiding behind his anger was now surfacing. “Why couldn’t you love me, Licheng?” Muren continued to cry, breaking Licheng’s heart. “Why does it have to be him?”

“TengTeng,” Licheng wiped away Muren’s tears, gripping his hands tightly, then leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips.

Muren was taken aback and forcefully pushed him away. “How could you do this? How could you kiss me when you are with Xingsi?” Muren’s face twisted in confusion.

“I am not with him. Just to clarify,” Licheng revealed, “Xingsi is with his husband, Yongjie.”

A look of confusion crossed Muren’s face.

“They actually went ahead and got married exactly as planned. I can’t believe you didn’t know about your cousin’s wedding.” Licheng’s chuckle relieved the tension in the room.

“I was preoccupied with mending my broken heart, just so you know,” Muren snapped back.

Licheng stepped closer again and took a deep breath, his eyes earnest as he began. “Xingsi… he got cold feet. He was scared. But he’s not in love with me, Muren. He never was. He just panicked and perhaps was a little jealous of us. He figured if he could convince me to leave with him, it would give him an excuse to not go through with the wedding.”

Muren’s brow furrowed. “Then why didn’t you shut him down right away?”

“Because he is my best friend,” Licheng admitted, his voice low. “I’ve known him all my life. I know how he gets under intense pressure and stress. He was just trying to exploit my feelings for him to get what he wanted. And I didn’t want to make things worse for him. I didn’t plan on leaving with him—I was just helping him get back to his senses and realize who he truly loved.”

Muren’s expression softened slightly, though the hurt remained. “So, what? You decided to string me along while you worked through your unresolved feelings with Xingsi?”

“No,” Licheng said quickly, his voice pleading. “No, Muren, it’s not like that. Whatever I had with Xingsi… it’s in the past. I was just trying to help him, trying to be there for him as a friend. But I should have been honest with you. I should have come to you right away. It all happened so fast. I didn’t know how to tell you, and by the time we came back, you were already gone.”

“He ran away with you in the night and came back in the morning to get married to my cousin?” Muren continued to struggle to make sense of the events that took place that night.

“Well, Yongjie did come to pick us up.”

“He did?”

“Xing Si was just anxious before the wedding. He had only known Yongjie for a short time, and Yongjie, being younger, could be a bit irresponsible at times. The thought of making a mistake overwhelmed Xing Si, and seeing the bond growing between us stirred emotions in him that he hadn’t anticipated. For a brief moment, he confused those anxieties with feelings for me. He needed an escape, and I became the scapegoat—someone he knew wouldn’t reject him.”

Muren was still trying to compose himself but he could see the honesty in Licheng’s eyes.

“I took him out to clear our heads. He needed that time away from everything wedding-related to work through his emotions. It didn’t take long for him to realize that his panic had nothing to do with me and everything to do with his own insecurities. When Yongjie arrived, Xing Si was still struggling, but seeing him—calm, patient, and loving—helped Xing Si recognize the depth of his own feelings. By morning, Xingsi felt ready to take that next step with Yongjie and the wedding went ahead as planned. I was just being a supportive friend. I never dreamed of hurting you, Muren.”

Muren’s heart ached and he couldn’t ignore the whirlwind of emotions inside him. He had let himself fall for Licheng and now that feeling felt fragile and uncertain. He didn’t want to be hurt again.

Licheng tenderly caressed his cheek. “I know I messed up, TengTeng. I know I hurt you, and I hate that. But I need you to know something. That night, when Xingsi asked me to leave with him, there was only one person on my mind—only one person I couldn’t bear to walk away from. And that’s you.”

Muren’s breath caught in his throat, his resolve wavering as Licheng’s words sank in and he leaned into Licheng’s touch.

“I’m not in love with Xingsi,” Licheng continued, his voice trembling with emotion. “I like you, TengTeng. Maybe I’ve liked you since the first night we first met. And I was terrified that I’d lost you because I was too scared to say it.”

The confession hung in the air between them, raw and vulnerable. Muren felt his heart pound in his chest, the weight of Licheng’s words pressing against the walls he had built to protect himself.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Muren finally admitted, his voice shaky. His heart was conflicted—part of him wanted to hold on to the anger, to protect himself from further hurt. But another part of him desperately wanted to believe that this was real.

Licheng kissed him again. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel. But please… don’t shut me out again.”

Muren looked down at their hands, feeling the warmth of Licheng’s touch seep into his skin. He slowly met Licheng’s gaze, searching his eyes for any hint of deception. But all he saw was honesty, vulnerability, and a deep affection that made his heart ache.

“Are you sure about this… about us?” Muren needed that affirmation from Licheng.

This time, Licheng planted a kiss on his forehead. 

“You know, I’m not Xingsi. I am not as mature, refined, or wise as him. I can never be him,” Muren admitted his insecurities.

“I don’t want you to be him. TengTeng, I like you just the way you are. I like the way you tease me, the way you make me laugh, and the way you make me feel every second we are together.” Licheng hugs him tight. 

Muren wrapped his arms around Licheng and embraced him, finally giving in. “You are stuck with me now. Forever.” He said, voice trembling with emotion.

Licheng smiled, happily, pleased to have taken the step, to have cleared the misunderstanding, to have finally realized what love meant.

“I love it when you call me TengTeng.” Muren whispered softly in Licheng’s ears before kissing him.

*** End ***