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Zhang Yixing at age 28, is not only a successful CEO of Yixing Entertainment, Lay Studios but also a fashion icon, in Beijing, China. Although he took over his late father’s entertainment company, he worked hard to make his businesses globally recognized. Today he was sitting in his private jet which was about to take off to Seoul, South Korea. He was going to meet the Minister of Education to launch an internship program in both his Korean branches, Seoul and Busan. It’s going to be a tough four day trip but he was also eager to meet his childhood friends in Seoul. Yixing’s mother is Korean. Mr. Zhang, Yixing’s Dad, met her in business school in Seoul. She was a first student while he had started his masters. They fell in love and married within a year. That’s how Yixing had not only friends and family in Seoul but also Busan as his mother’s family had settled there. Her younger brother was settled in Seoul and his son Sehun, even though was two years younger than Yixing, spent more time at Yixing’s house then his own. As years went by, people assumed that they were siblings than cousins.
Sehun had many friends since he was a sweet and cheerful child. Most of his close friends were older than him. So it was easy for Yixing to become friends with them. Among them, Suho, his younger brother Kai and Chanyeol were closer to him. When Mr. Zhang had opened a branch in Busan, Yixing and his mother had moved to live with him. For 5 years, Yixing would visit Seoul for every major holidays and live in Sehun’s house. Thanks to Suho and Chanyeol those visits made him feel at home and miss his parents less. Suho was an intellectual. More of a nerd. Yixing had a huge crush on him. Suho at 19 was everyone’s crush. Yixing had a tough time vying for his attention. Once when Yixing was on his way to a coffee shop to meet Suho for a book reading session, he was knocked over by a bike. He had few scratches and while trying to gather his things, he heard a bass voice calling out his name.
“Yixing, are you okay?”
He felt soft warm hands trying to feel for any grave injuries. It was a cool spring evening. A slight chilly wind blew and few cherry flowers fell down, when Yixing looked towards the voice. He trembled a bit and the next he saw was a huge bomber jacket being thrown on his shoulders to cover him.
The jacket felt warm from the person’s body heat and smelt of light musk and cherry. And then he saw him smiling. That’s when he saw the dimples. Park Chanyeol had cute dimples on both his cheeks. His boba eyes sparkled with life and mischief and Yixing felt something shift inside him.
“Are you alright? I was about to leave when I saw you across the street getting hit by the bike. Do you want to go to a doctor?” Chanyeol asked.
“No I am fine. Just few scratches.”
“Where? Show me.”
“Oh just my hand. Nothing serious.”
“Oh come on man. There is a pharmacy. Let’s get it cleaned. Come.”
And before he knew what happened, Yixing was lifted and made to stand straight. Next to Chanyeol’s 6 ft he felt like a dwarf. Mind you, Yixing was 5.10 at 17, yet he felt small beside Chanyeol. They went into the pharmacy, bought necessary items and sat to inspect and clean his scratches. All the while, Chanyeol was talking about his band practice and how he was excited about their weekend gig.
Yixing was silently observing him. Chanyeol was handsome but up close he was stunning. And his dimples were distracting Yixing a lot. He himself had dimples which many found cute and Suho found them attractive but they were nothing compared to Chanyeol’s. Yixing was tempted to touch them. Thankfully Chanyeol was done cleaning his elbow and had finished applying a bandaid.
“There you go.”
“Thanks.”
“So where were you going in such a hurry? If it’s not too late I can drop you.”
“Oh I was going to ‘Exodus’ to meet Suho hyung. He is having another book reading session today.” Yixing looks at his phone to check the time. Well by now, Suho would have finished his turn and the next volunteer would have started his.
“Ah are you late?” asks Chanyeol who saw him looking at his phone.
“Yes but it’s okay. I can still go and meet him.”
“Then come on, I will drop you.”
“No Chan. It’s okay. It’s just a one stop bus ride.” Yixing didn’t want him to be late for his practice and moreover he was going in the opposite direction.
Chanyeol shook his head vigorously. It made his wavy hair bounce back softly. He was growing it long, so it was framing his face cutely. Yixing had a sudden urge to run his fingers into his thick black hair. Oh god what am I thinking? Yixing thinks to himself.
“Don’t be silly. Come or I will carry you to my bike.” Chanyeol stood up. Yixing quickly stands up and follows him. He saw Chanyeol flash him an approving smile and walk out towards his car which was parked on the opposite side of the road. His dimples again. Jesus. Yixing took a deep breath and followed out. They crossed the road and got to Chanyeol’s bike. Chanyeol handed him a spare helmet from his saddlebag. Even though it was slightly big, Yixing managed to wear it.
“Now hop on and hold me tight. I don’t want to fall off the back.” Chanyeol grins.
Yixing feels breathless. He simply sits behind and holds on to Chanyeol’s waist and his dear life. They ride with the wind. In fifteen minutes, Yixing finds himself in front of the cafe Exodus.
Yixing gets off the bike, hands over the helmet to Chanyeol.
“Get going inside. Tell hi to Suho hyung and make sure to apply an antiseptic tonight.”
Yixing smiles and just nods. Chanyeol rides off to his practice. Yixing finds his heart beating fast. Chanyeol at 18 is bad for his heart and mental peace.