#wayv ff

You froze, hands still gripping your hair, and slowly turned toward the source of the sound. A man was leaning against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze shamelessly roaming from your bare legs up to your wide eyes. 

“You’re welcome to stay,” he said, his voice warm and amused, “but usually, I’d buy a girl dinner first.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat as your brain scrambled to catch up. The embarrassment hit you fast. You grabbed the dress off the floor, flinging it over yourself with an urgency that only made the situation more awkward. “What the hell?” you managed, your voice coming out sharper than you intended. “Who are you?”

His grin widened, one brow arching as though he found your indignation charming. “Yangyang,” he said simply, like the name alone explained everything. “And you’re clearly not one of my friends, which makes this even more interesting. You must be with the other group.”

Right! This was a shared villa! “Yeah, well, if I’d known someone else was in here, I would’ve knocked,” you shot back, crossing your arms defensively, even though it didn’t help much—given the fact that you were still standing there half-naked.

“Ah, I see. It was my fault. I should've locked the door.” Yangyang’s eyes flickered with amusement, clearly enjoying your reaction. He stepped off the bed and walked toward you with slow, deliberate steps, but there was no real threat in his movements—just an unspoken confidence that radiated from him.

“Sorry,” he apologized, though his tone was far from sorry. “But next time, maybe try the door before you barge in and… unpack. I can’t be expected to play the gentleman if you don’t give me the chance to act shocked, you know?” 

You didn't say anything, conscious about the way he was looking at you now that he was closer. Only then were you able to get a good look at him—dark, neatly parted hair that framed his face, a downturned nose that balanced his delicate features, dark eyes with a glint of mischief in them, and lips curved in a soft, effortless smile.

He's cute, you caught yourself thinking. “Aren't you leaving?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Yangyang flashed you a toothy grin, one that reminded you of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. “Not without thanking you for the entertainment. I must say, it was a bold first impression.”

“I wasn’t trying to impress anyone,” you retorted, tightening the dress around your body. “Could you please just get out of my room?”

Yangyang shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze still scanning you with that unhurried intensity. “It’s not your room, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a little lower, more playful now. “I called dibs on it first. If you’re going to claim it, you’ll have to be more convincing.”

You huffed, looking away and hoping he’d just walk out of the door like he was intending to. Yangyang turned the doorknob but didn’t open the door yet.

“You know what, it’s all yours,” he said, making you glance at him. He was shamelessly ogling at your body, again. “You are making it a little hard to say ‘no’,” he added with a wink.

You gasped, a flush rising on your cheeks again, but before you could respond, he gave a lazy wave and stepped out. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you flustered with a memory you wouldn’t soon forget.

Later that evening, you woke up feeling rested but starving. The soft glow of sunset was pouring into the room from the floor-to-ceiling window, and the view from where you sat on the bed was majestic. You didn’t pass up the chance to grab your phone and snap a photo. After that, you rose and stepped out of the bedroom.

The faint sound of music and laughter drifted up from downstairs. You followed it, wondering if it was your friends while your stomach was growling with every step. Sure enough, in the kitchen, Giselle and Ningning were perched at the counter, drinks in hand and plates of food in front of them. They waved you over immediately.

“Finally! Thought we’d have to drag you out,” Giselle said with a grin, pushing a plate toward you. “Here.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, grabbing a fork and digging in without hesitation.

“Did you sleep well?” Ningning asked, eyes glimmering beautifully—like they always have.

“Totally. I was so tired. I took a shower and just passed out immediately,” you replied, sighing dramatically. Then the memory of meeting Yangyang in the bedroom suddenly flashed in your mind. “Wait. We’re sharing this villa with other people, right?”

Giselle nodded. “Yeah. It’s really big. It has eight bedrooms. You haven’t explored it yet, have you?”

As you shook your head, Ningning said, “Our housemates just left a few minutes ago, actually. Said they’re going out to sight-see.”

“You’ve met them?” you asked.

“Yes,” Giselle replied, placing a finger on her chin, thinking. “Let’s see, there’s Hendery, Xiaojun, and Yangyang. They’re tourists from China.”

“Did they say anything?” you pried, wondering if Yangyang told them what happened earlier.

“We just introduced ourselves. You know how it goes,” Giselle answered. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Nothing,” you lied, looking away. “Just… wondering what they’re like.”

“They’re pretty chill, from what I can tell. Didn’t really hang out much, though,” Ningning chimed in.

“Yeah, they didn’t stick around long enough to make an impression,” Giselle added. “But they’ll probably be back later. Speaking of impressions, you should hurry and get ready. We’re going out tonight.”

The nightlife in Aruba’s Palm Beach Area was everything you’d imagined and more.

As soon as you stepped into the vibrant strip of bars and clubs, the energy hit you like a wave. The streets were alive with music blaring out from every corner, and the air was filled with the chatter and laughter of tourists and locals alike. Neon lights glowed in every direction, illuminating clusters of people moving from one bar to the next, drinks in hand, their faces flushed with excitement.

The first bar was packed, with music thumping loudly and bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The drinks were just as colorful and varied as the crowd—fruity cocktails with little umbrellas, classic mojitos, daiquiris, frosty beer bottles dripping with condensation. They came fast—colorful and sweet, and the three of you hit the dance floor almost immediately. Giselle and Ningning moved like they owned the place, and before long, you found yourself swept up in the rhythm too.

Ningning didn’t waste time—by the time you’d finished your first drink, a tall guy with a cheeky grin was already glued to her side, following her every move. She seemed to enjoy the attention but kept him at arm’s length, toying with him like a cat with a mouse.

You and Giselle, meanwhile, owned the dance floor. The music vibrated through your chest, your limbs moving in sync with the rhythm as you lost yourself to the beat. The drinks flowed, cooling your throat and warming your veins, adding a carefree edge to your movements.

Men naturally began approaching you and your friends. It was a strange but refreshing difference from back home. In Aruba, every guy seemed more confident and considerate, striking up conversations or asking you to dance without hesitation. When turned down, they didn’t linger or sulk—they simply moved on to the next opportunity, unfazed.

By the time you hit the second bar, Ningning’s admirer was still trailing your group, determined to win her over despite her aloof attitude. You and Giselle exchanged amused glances as you ordered another round of drinks.

“It’s like a buffet,” she whispered to you, her eyes scanning the room as she sipped her martini. Her sharp gaze flickered over the men who glanced her way, assessing each one.

“Too tall,” she muttered after one man caught her eye. “Too short,” she said about another. 

While dancing, a third guy approached her, but he was gone within a minute. Giselle rejoined you with a wrinkled nose. “His perfume was making me dizzy.”

You both giggled, shoulders bumping.

“What about him?” you teased, gesturing toward a handsome guy by the bar. “You danced with him, right?”

She shook her head with a dramatic sigh. “Thick accent. Totally not it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as she dismissed each contender, whispering her sharp remarks to you before turning back to the dance floor. Giselle wasn’t just selective—she was a queen surveying her court, unbothered by anyone who didn’t meet her standards.

Meanwhile, you were simply enjoying the music and the atmosphere, dancing until your feet ached and declining the occasional offers to buy you drinks or join you on the floor.

Ningning found you and linked her arms with yours. You grinned, “Where’s your shadow?”

Ningning rolled her eyes. “Told him to leave me alone. I couldn’t stand him anymore.”

“Why? I think he was cute.”

“He is but—” she sighed— “his English is worse than my Spanish.”

You winced. “Yeah, that’s not gonna work.”

“Absolutely not.”

By the time you reached your fifth bar, the night was catching up to you. You slumped onto one of the stools of the tiki bar, grateful for the chance to sit after hours of dancing and wandering. Your friends were nowhere in sight, but you weren’t worried—they’d either found their own fun or were still tearing it up on the dance floor. For now, you just needed a moment to recharge.

“What can I get you, Miss?” asked the bartender, flashing a pretty smile at you. You smiled back, finding her bold red pixie cut and honey skin tone immensely attractive.

“I’m not sure,” you replied, unable to take your eyes away from her face. “What do you suggest?”

“Have you tried our signature cocktail?”

“Not yet, but you’re gorgeous so I’m gonna trust you. I’ll have one please.”

She chuckled lightly and her smile just made her even more alluring. “Your judgment is a little questionable, but alright.”

You scrunch your nose cutely, the alcohol making you less shy about acting cute in front of a stranger. As the bartender was making your drink, you took pictures and videos of the party around you, determined to collect as many remembrances of your first spring break trip as you could.

“It’s called Aruba Ariba,” the bartender said, placing the glass on the counter and pushing it gently toward you. “I’m surprised the previous bars didn’t give you one.”

“Well, this is the first time I asked for a recommendation. I like sticking to the drinks I’m already familiar with, so,” you replied, shrugging. “Thanks.”

You took a sip and let the flavors as well as the spice dance on your tongue before letting out a satisfied hum. “This is good.”

“Thank you,” the bartender replied, bringing a hand on her forehead as if she was tipping a hat in appreciation. She then moved to another customer who had just approached the other side of the bar. Meanwhile, you were happily enjoying your drink while scrolling through your phone.

“Mind if I join you?” A man had slid onto the stool next to you, flashing a grin that was meant to be charming but came off a little too practiced. Before you could answer, he flagged down the bartender and ordered himself a drink, then turned back to you.

“You look like you could use some company,” he said smoothly.

“I’m good, thanks,” you replied, keeping your tone polite but firm.

You expected him to leave, but he didn’t. “Aw, come on. It’s gonna be fun.”

“No, thank you.” You forced a small smile, hoping he’d move on, but he leaned in closer. He tried cracking jokes, tossing compliments your way, and making small talk that you weren’t interested in entertaining. When it became clear that your polite disinterest wasn’t working, you finally said, “I’m actually here with my boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah? Where is he?”

“He’s around,” you lied, looking toward the entrance as though expecting someone to walk through any second.

The guy smirked, clearly unconvinced. “You don’t have to lie. I can tell you’re not really with anyone.”

Before you could respond, the bartender stepped in. “Excuse me, sir, she said no. Leave her alone.”

But even that didn’t deter him. “Relax,” the guy said dismissively, waving off the bartender. “She’s just playing hard to get.”

You sighed, your patience running out, when suddenly an arm slid around your waist.

“There you are, honey,” a familiar voice drawled, soft but unmistakably amused.

Yangyang.

You turned your head just in time to see him leaning in, his free hand casually resting on the small of your back. “Sorry I took so long,” he said, before turning to the man beside you, the amusement in his eyes quickly cooling into something sharper. “Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?”

The man blinked, caught off guard. “Are you with her?”

Yangyang tilted his head, giving a lopsided grin. “Of course, she’s my wife. We’re newlyweds, you know. Honeymoon and all that.”

The guy scoffed, still skeptical. “She’s been sitting here alone for a while. I thought she was lying about having company.”

Your patience snapped. “Shouldn’t you leave someone alone when they ask you to?”

The man waved you off, his tone growing defensive. “Women say ‘no’ all the time. You like being chased. You say no because you want to see if we’ll try harder.” He turned to Yangyang, as if expecting backup. “You know how they are, right?”

“Ah, why is a grown man barking like a dog?” Yangyang asked, looking bored, digging his ear with his pinky like he was trying to unblock it. “Even a dog’s bark is more pleasant than this.”

The man’s expression twisted. “What did you just say?”

Yangyang tilted his head slightly, his hand still resting casually on your waist. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud?” He smiled, the kind that could either charm or infuriate someone depending on the context. “I meant to say, why is a grown man yapping like a toy poodle? All bark, no bite—you know what I mean?”

You snickered before you could stop yourself, then covered your mouth and looked away. The harasser didn’t share your amusement. His face reddened, his ego clearly stung. “You’ve got a big mouth,” he spat, standing from his stool and squaring his shoulders.

Yangyang raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “And you’ve got a small brain. It makes sense though, seeing how you can’t seem to take a hint.”

The man’s hand curled into a fist, his body tensing as he lunged toward Yangyang. You gasped, but before he could get close, two figures appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Hendery’s voice cut through the tension. He stepped between the two, holding up his hands as if refereeing. “What do you think you’re doing, buddy?”

Xiaojun flanked him, his expression calm but his stance solid as he placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “You don’t wanna do that,” he said evenly, his tone low but firm. “Not in here,” he added, nodding at the muscular, almost gigantic bouncers at the entrance of the bar.

The man glanced between them, his bravado faltering as he sized up the newcomers. Hendery’s casual grin didn’t quite reach his eyes, and Xiaojun’s calm demeanor carried an unspoken warning.

The man clenched his jaw, glaring at all three of them before finally backing down with a muttered curse. He grabbed his drink and stormed off, his pride clearly bruised.

“Was that really necessary?” Xiaojun asked, turning to Yangyang with a slight shake of his head.

Yangyang shrugged, a sly grin on his face. “He started it.”

Hendery clapped him on the back, chuckling. “You’ve got a real gift for getting under people’s skin.”

“Come on, now. If you ruffle my feathers like that, my head might get bigger,” Yangyang quipped, shooting them a playful wink before turning back to you. “You okay, honey?”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your heart still pounding from the confrontation. “Yeah but—” you took a deep breath— “Honeymoon? Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yangyang shrugged, his grin returning. “Seemed like the easiest way to get rid of him. You’re welcome, by the way.”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You guess?” he teased, leaning just a little closer. “Wow, tough crowd.”

Shaking your head, you turned to Hendery and Xiaojun. “Thanks to you guys too.”

“Anytime,” Hendery smiled.

Xiaojun crossed his arms over his chest, studying your face. “We’ve been here for a day and Yangyang’s already married. Aruba really is something.”

Well, you can’t really argue with that.

At some point after the encounter with the creep, you were introduced to Hendery and Xiaojun, Yangyang’s friends. They stuck around at the bar, chatting over drinks and swapping stories. You learned that they were also on vacation from China and, like you, were incoming sophomores. Their easygoing vibe made it surprisingly easy to relax, even after the earlier drama.

“By the way,” Xiaojun said, eyeing you. “How do you guys know each other? We didn’t see you at the villa earlier.”

The memory of your mortifying first meeting with Yangyang made you roll your eyes. “You don’t wanna know.”

Hendery snickered, leaning on the bar. “It’s Yangyang, so he probably did something dumb and left a stupid impression.”

You exchanged glances with Yangyang, who gave you a knowing grin. Then he told his friends, “Let’s not talk about it, guys. Trust me—you really don’t want to know.”

Before you could respond, Giselle and Ningning appeared, weaving through the crowd with flushed faces and wide smiles. Giselle spotted you first and threw her arms in the air. “There you are! We’ve been looking for you!”

“Yeah!” Ningning added, her voice slightly breathless. “We found a place upstairs with amazing views. Where’d you disappear to?”

“She was busy fighting off creeps and getting married,” Hendery said before you could explain.

“Wait, what?” Giselle blinked, clearly taken aback. “Married?”

You rolled your eyes, heat rising to your cheeks. “This guy wouldn’t leave me alone, so Yangyang told him we were on a honeymoon to get rid of him.”

Giselle and Ningning exchanged amused glances before turning to Yangyang, grins tugging at their lips. “That’s kinda cute,” Ningning mused, her eyes sparkling. “Fake or not.”

“I see you’ve met our housemates,” Giselle said, nodding toward the guys with a warm smile.

The five of you chatted for a while before Giselle and Ningning eventually made their way back to the dance floor. Yangyang’s friends joined them.

“I’m not moving,” you declared, leaning back against the bar. “I’ve been walking and dancing all night. My legs are officially done.”

“Oh, come on,” Yangyang said, leaning closer with a mischievous grin. “I saved you. Doesn’t that earn me at least one dance?”

“Wow, so you’re holding that over my head now?”

“Absolutely,” he replied without missing a beat.

Yangyang headed for the dance floor, dragging you along. You opened your mouth to protest, but his grip was firm. Your legs felt like jelly, and the idea of moving even a little more was downright cruel. But Yangyang’s grin was so smug that resisting him suddenly felt like losing a challenge you hadn’t even agreed to. Against your better judgment, you let him lead you into the crowd.

Giselle and Ningning were pulling off ridiculous, exaggerated moves, laughing at themselves without a care in the world. Hendery, ever the show-off, attempted a wild spin that almost sent him crashing into a stranger, while Xiaojun kept it smooth and controlled, his steps simple but effortlessly cool.

Then there was Yangyang. He didn’t just dance—he owned the floor, his movements confident and effortlessly in sync with the beat. You hated to admit it, but he was good—like, really good.

At one point, he turned to you, holding out a hand. “Come on, Mrs. Liu Yangyang. Show me what you’ve got.”

You rolled your eyes but let him pull you into the fray. He spun you lightly, his grip steady but playful. Your initial reluctance faded with every step, and before you knew it, you were grinning and giggling.

Maybe it was the music, or maybe it was the way Yangyang’s friends treated you like you’d always been part of the group. Whatever it was, the tension you’d carried earlier had melted away, leaving behind only laughter and the steady rhythm of the night.

You woke up to the sharp rays of sunlight streaming through the window. Groaning, you rolled over—only to realize you weren’t even in bed. The floor was as unforgiving as it was unfamiliar, with a crumpled pillow under your head and a blanket twisted awkwardly around your legs like a makeshift cocoon.

Foggy memories of the night before flashed in your mind—the taxi ride, Giselle belting out the wrong lyrics to Dancing Queen, Ningning laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe, and your voice joining the chaos with something equally off-key.

Dragging yourself to your feet, you grabbed a towel and stumbled into the bathroom for a much-needed shower. Fifteen minutes later, feeling somewhat human, you headed downstairs on a hunt for food.

In the kitchen, Xiaojun stood at the stove, flipping a ladle like it was a microphone as he hummed a tune you didn’t recognize. “Morning,” he said without turning around.

“Morning,” you mumbled, sliding onto a stool by the counter. “That smell is fantastic. What is it?”

“Hangover cure,” he replied, grabbing a bowl and pouring soup in it. “Chinese-style. Trust me, you’ll thank me later,” he added, sliding the bowl toward you.

“Later?” you chuckled, accepting the spoon he handed you. “I’m thanking you right now. Thank you very much.”

“You’re very welcome,” Xiaojun said with a smile.

Not long after, Giselle and Ningning shuffled in, both looking like they’d been hit by a truck. Giselle flopped onto a chair with a groan. “Remind me why we thought mixing tequila and rum was a good idea.”

“Because we’re dumb,” Ningning replied, reaching for a glass of water. “Morning, guys.”

“Eat first, complain later,” Xiaojun said, sliding bowls of steaming soup across the counter.

Hendery appeared from the patio. “That smells fantastic!” he cheered, hurrying over to Xiaojun’s side and peering into the pot. “Is there more?”

“There’s enough for everybody,” replied Xiaojun, handing the ladle to Hendery so he could help himself.

The kitchen island was quiet for the first few minutes, with only the sound of the spoon against china and satisfied hums from everybody filling the silence. Xiaojun’s soup was phenomenal, and you couldn’t decide whether it was because you were hungry and hungover, or because he was simply an amazing cook.

After last night, there seemed to be an unspoken understanding between your group and the boys. For some reason—probably last night’s shenanigans—neither group seemed awkward with the other. It felt like you’d known each other for a long time despite only meeting yesterday. And it also felt like you were one big friend group on a vacation rather than two separate groups sharing the same villa. You liked it better this way.

You were halfway through your portion when Yangyang appeared, looking way too refreshed for someone who had been just as wild the night before. He plopped into the chair next to you, his grin as bright as the sun you wished would dim.

“So,” he began casually, resting his chin in his hand. “Have you made your decision?”

You blinked at him, not saying anything but giving him an inquiring look. He smirked. “You know, the thing we talked about last night.”

It took a moment for the fog in your brain to clear, but then it hit you—his ridiculous offer to ‘show you a good time’ while you were in Aruba, whatever that meant. You shook your head, suppressing a laugh.

“Pass.”

Yangyang feigned a look of heartbreak. “Ouch. Can’t you at least pretend to think about it?”

You shook your head again. “Yeah, I’ll pass.”

Across the table, Giselle and Ningning exchanged confused glances, but Yangyang only winked at them. “Inside joke,” he said smoothly, leaving it at that.

The rest of the day was a blur of sunshine and downtime. Everyone had their own thing going on. Some were catching up on sleep, the others were watching TV, while the rest were just enjoying the down time after last night’s activities. Yangyang, however, was relentless.

You’d found a quiet spot on the patio with a book in hand, ready to soak up the calm. But you were barely a chapter in when Yangyang appeared, sitting onto the bean bag next to you with a loud sigh.

“Perfect day to say yes, don’t you think?” he asked, his voice filled with exaggerated optimism.

“Say yes to what?” you said without looking up, feigning ignorance.

“Come on, honey,” he replied, taking a magazine from under the table. “You know what I’m talking about.”

You turned a page, ignoring him. Undaunted, he leaned closer. “You’re missing out, you know. I’m offering you the ultimate spring break experience. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I don’t know,” you said, finally glancing at him while he flipped through the pages of the magazine lazily. “Maybe you’ll turn out to be very terrible at it?”

He paused, meeting your gaze. “Oh, ho ho ho,” he chimed, mischief evident not just in his grin but in his tone. “The only way to find out is for you to try it for yourself.”

“Pass.”

What was so crazy about Yangyang’s offer? Nothing, to be honest. If anything, a hookup was basically part of a trip like this one. When you were planning the trip with Giselle and Ningning, you talked excitedly about beaches, island adventure, bar-hopping, and cute foreign boys. You might not have been as excited as they were to find a good-looking tourist who’d sweep you off your feet, but you half-expected to get cozy with one.

But it was different with Yangyang. Your first meeting was unconventional, and the way he casually asked you to be his ‘travel wifey’ was far from the whirlwind spring break romance you were imagining. So, it’s an absolute ‘no’.

You didn’t tell him any of this though, so he kept at it. Later, while you were swimming alone, enjoying the cool water against the heat of the afternoon sun, Yangyang showed up again. He stood at the edge of the pool, hands on his hips like some kind of self-proclaimed lifeguard.

“Still thinking it over?” he called out.

You swam to the edge, wiping water from your face as you looked up at him. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“What else could be better than trying to win over a pretty girl’s heart?” he admitted with a grin. 

“Wow, you’re persistent.”

He shrugged, “I’ve been told my persistence is part of my charm.”

You splashed water at him, but he dodged it with a laugh. “Keep playing hard to get, Mrs. Liu Yangyang. You’ll give in eventually.”

“Go away,” you shot back, though you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.

That evening, after the sun dipped below the horizon, the group gathered in the living room for a round of card games. You had just beaten Hendery in a particularly competitive game when Yangyang slid into the seat next to you, carrying two glasses of some fruity cocktail. He handed one to you with a grin.

“Bribery,” he said.

“For what?” you asked, accepting the drink but eyeing him warily.

“For you-know-what. I figured I’d at least sweeten the deal,” he quipped.

Before you could reply, Giselle leaned over from across the table. “What deal?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, shooting a glare at Yangyang.

“Inside joke,” Yangyang said again with a wink, taking a sip of his drink.

He didn’t stop there, though. While you were distracted helping Ningning figure out the rules of the next game, he whispered, “I’ll even let you win at cards if you say yes.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the amused smirk that crept onto your face. “You haven’t even won one against me yet.”

He pointed finger guns at you. “That’s me letting you win,” he said, winking.

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed.

“And yet,” he replied, leaning back in his chair, “you can’t seem to ignore me.”

Yangyang was getting on your nerves. You could have shut him down for good, told him to leave you alone—but you didn’t. Maybe it was his ridiculous persistence, or the way his grin seemed to disarm you every time. Or maybe it was the infuriating fact that he wasn’t wrong—you couldn’t seem to ignore him. And somehow, you weren’t sure you wanted to.

“You are not barhopping again,” Karina groaned in envy while you were on FaceTime the next morning.

“No, we’re not,” Giselle replied, checking herself out in the mirror while you were helping her tie her bikini top.

“Not right now, anyway,” you added teasingly, grinning at Karina’s expense. She had wanted so badly to come with you, but she couldn’t because she had to go back to her hometown.

Ningning was in front of the vanity, putting on some makeup. “You really should have come. Aruba is a dream.”

You could hear Karina sigh dramatically on the other end of the phone. “Ugh, I swear, it’s like you guys are living in paradise without me. I really should’ve come.”

“Well, you were too busy being all responsible and going back home,” you chimed, joining Ningning by the vanity to look at yourself. “You’d have loved it. The beach, the sun... we loved it.”

Karina’s voice was laced with playful sarcasm. “Yeah, yeah, rub it in. I’ll be here, in my hometown, living my best life... not.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her dramatics, then turned to Giselle, who was now fiddling with the straps of her bikini top in front of the mirror. “You sure you don’t want to just rush over here last minute? We could all have the best time together.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Karina replied, but you could tell she was still slightly regretful. “Someone has to look out for you girls from here. I’ll just live vicariously through your snaps and photos.”

Ningning smirked. “We’ll make sure to flood your inbox with those so you really feel like you’re here.”

“Please don’t,” Karina said with a mock exasperated tone. “I’m already getting jealous just hearing about all the fun.”

Giselle adjusted her sunglasses, clearly amused. “You should have come, Karina. Aruba is everything you said it would be... plus a little extra.”

You caught her eye in the mirror, raising an eyebrow in her direction. Karina asked, “A little extra? What exactly does that mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” Giselle said quickly, turning away with a grin. “Just, you know, the whole vacation vibe...”

“My girl is not still moping out there, is she?” Karina asked, feigning strictness. “She’s not still thinking about some nerd called Huang Renjun, is she?”

You gasped. “Excuse me? Say it to my face.” You pouted at Karina. “I’m having a really great time. Thank you very much.”

“That’s good then.”

You grabbed your sheer layer top and pulled it over your head. “Also, don’t make it sound so upsetting. Renjun and I are still friends.”

Giselle scoffed. “Girl, Renjun and you weren’t anything else but friends.”

You rolled your eyes, mocking her. “Whatever. It’s all in the past.”

“Pretty sure it was just three weeks ago,” Karina teased.

You sighed. “Are we gonna hit the beach or should we just sit here and talk about my failed romances?”

Fortunately, they stopped teasing you and finished getting ready. You bade Karina goodbye with a promise to show her pictures and have fun. After grabbing everything you needed, the three of you hurried downstairs.

Giselle flicked her hair over her shoulder and wore her sunglasses. “Alright, let’s go make some waves, ladies.”

As you walked toward the beach, the guys were already lounging on the sun beds lining up the shore. Hendery was sprawled across one, his legs dangling in the sun, while Xiaojun and Ningning had already gone off to the water’s edge. Yangyang, of course, was right where you expected him to be—leaning casually against the sun bed, watching you approach with an almost predatory glint in his eyes.

His voice reached you first, as always. “What took you so long?” he asked, a smirk forming on his lips. “Did you take your sweet time dolling up for me?”

You didn’t even flinch. “Do I know you?” 

Yangyang laughed, his grin widening. “Give me one chance and you will.”

You raised an eyebrow as you placed your towel on the bed next to his. “I guess since I’m in paradise, I can tolerate this much of a nuisance.”

He sat up and leaned forward to you, his eyes never leaving you. “We may be in paradise right now, but I know I could take it up a notch. Make it feel more like paradise,” he said, his tone far too smooth for your liking.

You crossed your arms, trying to keep the irritation from your voice. “Didn’t you almost get into a fist fight with someone who couldn’t take a hint?”

Yangyang shrugged, leaning back on the sun bed. “I still haven’t heard the one definitive answer, so, yeah. I’ll keep trying until you say it.”

“Say what, exactly?” you asked, genuinely puzzled because you were sure you’d been discouraging his advances. If that wasn’t enough for a hint, then what exactly does he need?

“You haven’t really said no yet,” he said, closing his eyes with a smug grin. “All you’ve done so far is evade and dodge.”

You scoffed but didn’t say anything.

“It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’, my dear wife,” he added, humming. “If you can’t give it, that means you’re not done thinking about it yet. I could still make you give in to my charm.”

“You’re very optimistic, did you know that?”

“Yes. I’m very appreciative too,” he chuckled, glancing sideways at you. “I’ll show you just how much I can appreciate everything about you if you say ‘yes’ to me.”

You held his gaze, unwavering with a glint of mischief. You wanted to say ‘no’, it was the most logical answer. But you couldn’t utter the word.

“Suit yourself,” you huffed. With a playful roll of your eyes, you rose to your feet and headed to the water. You could hear him laughing as you walked away, but you weren’t going to let him get to you that easily. Still, the way his gaze followed you made your pulse quicken just a little. The beach was warm, the water cool and refreshing, these were things you could always count on in this paradise—along with Yangyang’s relentless pursuit.

You and your friends frolicked by the beach—swimming, taking pictures, enjoying citrusy drinks from the nearby tiki, and letting the salt and sun get soaked up by your skin. The boys were off in their own world, swimming ang fighting on the sand like school boys. At one point, Hendery roped you into a game of beach volleyball, sparking an intense competition between the girls and the boys.

You were winning the match, with your easy teamwork and general proficiency with the game itself. You won the first set and it looked like the second set was yours too, leading with a score of 22 against their 19.

The sand was warm under your feet as you and Ningning jogged into position, Giselle was already hyping up the team from the backline. Across the net, the boys were plotting their strategy with the seriousness of a championship game. Yangyang stood in the middle of their huddle, pointing and gesturing animatedly, while Hendery crouched low, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Are they actually strategizing?” Ningning asked, tying her hair into a high ponytail.

You shrugged, hiding your smirk. “Let them think they have a chance.”

Giselle clapped to get your attention. “Focus, ladies. They’ve got height, but we’ve got heart.”

“And skill,” Ningning added.

“Mostly skill,” you corrected with a grin.

The first serve was Yangyang’s, and he started with a smug grin as he launched the ball over the net. It was fast, but Giselle intercepted it with a smooth dig. You set it up for Ningning, who spiked it perfectly, narrowly avoiding Hendery’s desperate lunge.

“Point for the queens!” Ningning yelled, pumping her fist.

The boys groaned, and Hendery rolled dramatically in the sand. “I need a sub!” he cried.

“You are the sub,” Yangyang shot back, flicking sand at him.

The game continued with fierce determination on both sides. Hendery proved to be a surprisingly agile blocker, while Yangyang was quick on his feet, diving for saves and trash-talking at every opportunity.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he called out after Giselle narrowly missed a serve.

“Keep talking, Yangyang,” she shot back, adjusting her sunglasses. “It’ll make our victory even sweeter.”

Ningning served again, and the ball sailed high over the net. Yangyang jumped to spike it, but you were ready, blocking it with a well-timed jump.

“Boom!” you shouted as the ball hit the sand on their side.

Yangyang stared at you, mouth agape. “Where did that come from?”

“From the talent I was born with, where else?” you said with a wink.

As the match wore on, the stakes grew higher. The boys managed a few lucky points, but the girls maintained a narrow lead. The final play was an intense rally, with the ball going back and forth across the net.

“Come on!” Hendery shouted, diving to save a near-miss.

“Mine!” Ningning yelled, running to the backline.

Yangyang jumped for a spike, but you leapt just in time, blocking it again. The ball tipped off the edge of the net and landed on their side. Then you girls erupted in cheers, jumping and hugging each other as the boys slumped to the sand in defeat.

“Unbelievable,” Yangyang muttered, shaking his head.

“Victory tastes so sweet,” Ningning said, doing another celebratory spin.

Hendery flopped onto his back, covering his face with his arms. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

“Correct,” Giselle said, grinning. “Now, about that bet…”

Yangyang sighed, waving his hand lazily in the air. “Fine. Full-course barbecue it is.”

“Yes and we get to pick what we’re putting on the barbecue,” Giselle added.

Yangyang rose to his feet and jogged toward the sun bed where his bag was. When he came back, he was waving the card in the air. “Knock yourselves out. Just don’t max it out, yeah?”

“Fair enough,” Ningning said, snatching his card. “Let’s go shopping, Giselle. I’m craving scallops.”

Xiaojun offered to join them, saying he’d make sure they got everything needed for the barbecue party.

As the others drifted away, you stayed behind, enjoying the quiet hush of the waves and the cooling breeze. Yangyang plopped down onto the sand beside you, stretching out with an exaggerated sigh.

“Great game,” he said, his tone light. “Even if it was rigged.”

“Rigged?” you laughed, raising an eyebrow. “You lost fair and square.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, leaning back on his elbows. “But I bet you all practiced in secret. No way Hendery and I could lose.”

“I didn’t think you’d be such a sore loser,” you teased, shaking your head.

“And yet, here I am, still hanging out with the enemy.” He grinned, his hair ruffling in the breeze.

The tiki bar server approached with two drinks, setting them on the low table nearby. Yangyang reached for one and handed it to you, his smirk still firmly in place.

“To the victors,” he said, raising his glass.

You clinked yours against his, laughing. “And to the losers who get to do all the work.”

Yangyang chuckled, leaning back and taking a sip. “How long are you guys here for by the way?”

“Two weeks,” you replied, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.

“Really? We’re here for two weeks too.”

You scoffed. “Wow, we’re so unlucky.”

The conversation flowed from playful teasing to lighter topics—the best dishes you’d tried on the island, the funniest moments from the trip so far, and the weird tan line you pointed out on his shoulder.

Yangyang stretched his legs out in the sand, inspecting his shoulder. “You know, this tan line is going to be a conversation starter. ‘Hey Yangyang, what’s that weird patch on your arm?’ Oh, you know, just me being the MVP of a beach volleyball game. No big deal.”

You snorted. “MVP? You lost.”

“They don’t need those details,” he said, waving it off with a grin. “But seriously, I’m loving this trip so far. I just know I’m gonna miss this place once we go back to uni.”

“Are you a freshman?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

You shrugged. “I just assumed we were the same age, so…”

“You’re a freshman too?” he asked, glad to find something you had in common. “So, what are you studying? Something artsy, right?”

“Do I look like I’m studying something artsy?”

Yangyang leaned against the sun bed. “You don’t seem like the ‘numbers and spreadsheets’ kind of person. Figured you’d be one of those artsy types.”

“Well, I guess it counts since it’s Liberal Arts.”

“Which liberal art is it?”

“English,” you admitted, flattening your lips together, sheepish. “I know. Very basic.”

“Basic?” Yangyang tilted his head curiously. “I didn’t say that. I think it’s cool. English is interesting—grammar rules, stories, all that stuff.”

“Thanks, I think?” You took a sip from your glass. “I only picked it because I didn't really know what I wanted to do.”

Yangyang’s grin softened, his tone unusually thoughtful. “That’s fair. Not everyone knows right away. Sometimes, it’s better to explore than to lock yourself into something you’re not even sure about.”

You tilted your head, surprised by his response. “I guess so. But don’t you think it’s a bit lame? Everyone else seems to have a clear path, and I’m just figuring things out.”

He shook his head, his gaze shifting to the horizon. “I don’t think it’s lame. Most of the time, people stick to their clear paths because they’re scared of the unknown, not because it’s what they actually want.”

His words lingered in the air, carried by the gentle sea breeze. For a moment, you forgot the mischief in his smile and the teasing remarks. Yangyang, it seemed, could be more than just the guy who cracked jokes and flirted needlessly.

“Well, it happens,” you said, your voice quieter now. “You’re not so bad, you know,” you said, smiling at him.

“Only ‘not so bad’?” he asked, feigning offense.

“Don’t push your luck,” you quipped, but your tone was warm.

The space between you grew smaller as the conversation went on. You talked about anything and everything. During that, Yangyang’s shoulder brushed yours, his closeness oddly comforting. His laughter was contagious, and his gaze—bright and mischievous yet sincere—had a way of making you forget your initial impression of him.

“Are you laughing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” he said, clearing his throat. “I just didn’t think you’d do something like that.”

“What? Spend every passing day in the library just to see my crush?” you asked, making Yangyang chuckle.

“Yeah. I almost thought you were talking about someone else,” he laughed, his toothy Cheshire cat grin making you grin too. “That guy is lucky. He’s got you stalking him daily while I’m this close to getting on my knees just for an hour alone with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, well, he’s nothing like you. You’re okay, but he’s on an entirely different wavelength. Now that I’ve thought about it, I realized we weren’t even compatible at all. He’s smart and knows exactly what he wants.”

“His loss,” Yangyang shrugged. “You’re probably too pretty for him anyway.”

“No,” you said briskly, shaking your hands. “You wouldn’t say that if you’d seen him. He’s way prettier. You have no idea,” you added, pressing your hands against your cheeks at the memory of Renjun’s beautiful smile.

Yangyang nudged your shoulder, making you glance up at him. “I don’t need to see him to know you’re prettier.”

The compliment caught you off guard, but before you could respond, you found yourself lost in his eyes. They crinkled slightly at the corners as he smiled, and there was something disarming about the way he looked at you—like he genuinely couldn’t see anything or anyone but you.

Yangyang winked and then looked away to break the silence. “You’ll find this hard to believe, but I used to spend a lot of time in the library too. Especially when it’s—”

“Yes.” The word slipped out before you could stop it, hanging between you like the weight of the moment.

Yangyang blinked, tilting his head. “Yes?”

You bit your lip, heat rising to your cheeks. “Yes,” you repeated softly.

His smile returned, slower and more genuine. “Finally,” he murmured, leaning in.

The world seemed to fade away as Yangyang’s lips met yours. The kiss was warm and light at first, but it quickly deepened, making your stomach flutter with butterflies you didn’t think you’d get from Yangyang. His hand found the back of your head, kissing you deeper as if he’d been waiting for it all this time.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his grin as mischievous as always.

“See?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Told you I’d win you over.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he teased, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he pulled you into another kiss.

Ten minutes. That was how long you sat there making out with Yangyang by the beach. Maybe it was even longer than that, you weren’t sure, you just knew it was long long. You were both laughing and giggling over nonsense, and he wouldn’t stop teasing you about giving in to him after pushing him away several times. 

If it wasn’t for Giselle calling your phone and asking why you weren’t back in the villa yet, Yangyang would probably still have you locked in his arms on that sun bed.

“Scallops, wow,” you exclaimed, peering over Xiaojun’s shoulder while he was working the grill. “Beef too? How much did you guys spend?”

“Enough,” said Giselle, chuckling darkly at Yangyang who was standing next to you with his hands on his waist.

“Oh man, you didn’t just let them splurge, did you?” Yangyang asked Xiaojun who just shrugged.

“You did tell them to knock themselves out,” Xiaojun replied, grinning.

“Babe, come try this,” Ningning called out to you, waving a spoon in your direction.

You jogged toward the table, curious, but Yangyang followed closely behind.

“Did she just call you Babe?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you reached for the drink Ningning was mixing.

Ningning shot him a look. “Listen here, Mr. Liu. I know you’re into my baby, but I’m the only one allowed to call her that. Let’s get that straight.”

You laughed, your cheeks warming. “Ning Yizhou, please. Stop it.”

But Ningning and Giselle exchanged glances, their mischief practically glowing.

“Oh, they’ve definitely hooked up,” Ningning said.

“Totally,” Giselle added, nodding with mock seriousness.

“What? No, we didn’t!” you protested, your voice an octave higher as you glanced at Yangyang.

Yangyang shrugged, looking entirely too smug. “Not yet. But we’ll get there.”

“Go away!” you huffed, shoving him playfully toward the grill.

The barbecue dinner continued with hearty laughter and the smoky scent of grilled food filling the air. Plates piled high with scallops, beef, and seafood skewers were passed around, everyone digging in and teasing each other between bites. Xiaojun manned the grill with expert ease, the sizzle of the food mixing with the sounds of playful banter from the group.

“Xiaojun,” Ningning said dramatically, pointing her fork at him. “If you don’t become a chef, the world will suffer.”

Xiaojun chuckled, flipping a skewer with a confident flick of his wrist. “Thanks for the pressure, but I think the world will survive without my scallops.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Giselle added, her voice mock-threatening.

Hendery, leaning back in his chair with a piece of grilled beef in hand, scoffed. “You’re all hyping him up too much. Watch him get cocky.”

Xiaojun rolled his eyes but grinned. “Just tell them you’re jealous.”

You found yourself laughing along with them, the whole evening filled with warmth and good company. The laughter seemed endless as you all shared stories, your plates refilled again and again, everyone thoroughly enjoying the meal and each other’s company. The tropical air was still, the night stretching comfortably ahead, like the perfect kind of pause before the whirlwind of activities you all had planned for the coming days.

As the evening wore on, the boys headed out to the bar as planned. Yangyang, as usual, did his best to persuade you to join them. “Come on, you really have to come. It won’t be the same without you.”

But you weren’t convinced. “You guys go ahead. We have plans tonight.”

Yangyang dramatically threw his head back, sighing as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. “Are you seriously just gonna let me mope out there by myself?” he complained, but the teasing glint in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t really upset.

You shook your head, laughing. “I think you’ll survive without me for one night,” you said, nudging him lightly. “Go have your fun.”

Once they were gone, you and the girls settled into the cozy confines of the villa for a quieter night. You poured yourselves some wine, the gentle music from Giselle’s playlist filling the space. It was a calm, slow evening, the perfect contrast to the hustle and bustle of the days ahead. The three of you sank into the couch, chatting and laughing, catching up on things you hadn’t had the chance to talk about during the day.

“This is exactly what I needed,” you sighed contentedly, sinking into the couch.

Ningning raised her glass, eyes twinkling. “Babe, you gotta give that guy a chance,” she said, her voice half teasing, half serious. “He’s so whipped. It’s pathetic at this point.”

You snorted, raising an eyebrow. “Pathetic? More like smug and overconfident,” you shot back.

“Exactly,” Ningning agreed, taking a sip of wine. “He’s trying to play it cool, but if you take that smug grin off his face, he’s just a massive simp worshipping your feet.”

You smirked, shaking your head. “You make him sound like some love-struck puppy.”

“Well, if the shoe fits,” Ningning teased, her lips curling into a sly grin.

Giselle rolled her eyes, but there was a softness to her expression. “You seem closer now, though? What happened back at the beach?” she asked, her gaze flickering between you and Ningning, clearly curious.

“We uh,” you paused, biting your lip at the memory of kissing Yangyang. “Nothing really. I gave him a chance. I mean, what do I have to lose? We’re in Aruba and Yangyang seemed like a really fun guy.”

“He is,” Giselle added with a nod, her eyes sparkling. “But not for me. I like it better when my options are open.”

Ningning raised an eyebrow at you. “That’s ‘cause you’re a slut,” she teased, giving Giselle a wicked grin.

Giselle blinked in surprise, then smirked. “Oh, I’m a slut? Which one of us was toying with some guy the other night only to send him back looking depressed and defeated? I’m a slut?”

Ningning’s eyes lit up, and she struck a playful pose, one hand on her hip, batting her eyelashes. “You and me both, Gigi. Let’s let this boring vanilla baby have her fun with her guy. We’re rocking this island,” she said, winking.

You laughed, feigning disgust, even though you were thoroughly entertained. “You guys are promiscuous,” you said, giving them a mock disapproving look.

Ningning tilted her head and flashed a confident grin. “You mean hot and fun?” she said, clearly proud of her carefree approach.

“Hot and fun,” you agreed, rolling your eyes but smiling. “And promiscuous.”

The conversation drifted from small talk to more meaningful topics, laughter occasionally erupting as the wine worked its magic. You all took turns talking about the things you were looking forward to most on this trip—the beaches, the hiking, the sightseeing, the endless opportunities to explore. Despite the excitement for the days ahead, there was something so refreshing about the peacefulness of tonight.

“I can’t believe we’re actually here,” Ningning said, looking around the villa, her wine glass cradled between both hands.

“I know, right?” Giselle added, swirling the wine in her glass. “It’s nice, though. We’ve got a packed schedule starting tomorrow, but I love this little downtime.”

You nodded, leaning back into the cushions, letting the peace of the moment sink in. “Exactly. I’m so excited for this trip.”

“We should probably get to bed soon,” Giselle said, glancing at her phone to check the time. The hike tomorrow would be an early one, and you wanted to be well-rested for it. “We’ve got an early morning.”

“You’re right,” Ningning replied with a sigh, stretching out her legs. “But this feels so nice, I don’t want it to end just yet.”

“I get that,” Giselle said, glancing at you two. “But I’m not about to regret a single minute of this trip by staying up too late.”

Eventually, the night wound down, and you all went to your separate rooms. You lay on your bed, your phone in hand, scrolling through your phone until you stumbled upon Xiaojun’s Instagram stories. His latest post showed him and Yangyang at the bar, Hendery beside them, clearly enjoying themselves. The music was loud in the background, the neon lights making everything look vibrant and alive.

You couldn’t help but smile, tapping through more clips. Yangyang, of course, looked like he was having the time of his life, though you remembered how much he’d pleaded with you to come. You thought it was sweet how much he’d wanted to hang out with you, though you knew he just wanted to bone.

“This guy is promiscuous too,” you muttered under your breath, grinning to yourself.

As you continued scrolling, the soft knocks on your door interrupted your thoughts. You froze for a second, unsure of what you’d heard. Then came the knock again, a little louder this time. You moved across the room in your barefoot, reaching for the doorknob. When you opened it, Yangyang stood there, his hair slightly tousled, his grin as effortless as ever.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, his voice low and teasing.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re back so soon? I thought you’d be out until at least two.”

He shrugged, stepping a little closer. “Yeah, well, Giselle said we have to wake up early if we want to join the hike,” he replied, his tone light. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated for just a moment before stepping aside. “Don’t make yourself too comfortable,” you quipped.

Yangyang slipped inside, closing the door softly behind him. His gaze fixed on you, and before you could say another word, he pulled you into a loose hug, his arms wrapping around your waist. His nose brushed against your neck, and you felt his warm breath against your skin.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice muffled.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re just horny.”

Yangyang straightened up with an exaggerated look of shock and indignation on his face. “Wha—no, I’m—” He stopped mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open like he couldn’t believe you’d called him out so easily.

Crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I know I’m right,” you said, your tone light but smug.

For a moment, he just stared at you, then threw his head back in laughter, the sound rich and unrestrained. “You’re so cute,” he said, stepping closer again, his grin turning wicked. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischievous glint, and you just knew he was up to something.

“Go away,” you said, turning your back to him with mock exasperation, though you didn’t really mean it.

“Aw. Don’t I get a kiss?” he asked, trailing behind you like an eager puppy as you headed back to your bed.

You stopped, spinning around to face him. “Just a kiss?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you perched on the edge of the bed.

Yangyang tilted his head, pretending to think it over. “Hmm… I was hoping we could do more than just kiss.”

“Goodnight,” you said with exaggerated finality, slipping under the sheets and yanking them over your head. “Lock the door on your way out.”

“Come on, honey,” he whined, tugging playfully at the edge of your blanket. “I’ve waited my whole life for this.”

Peeking out from the covers, you shot him a skeptical look. “We’ve known each other for three days.”

His grin only widened as if you’d just confirmed something he already knew. Without missing a beat, he climbed onto the bed and slid under the covers, settling beside you. His arm snaked beneath your head, pulling you closer until his warmth enveloped you completely.

“I’ll just sleep here then,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Is that okay?”

You sighed, taking a deep breath. The weight of his arm, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the way his presence seemed to fill the room all felt… unexpectedly comforting. Like slipping into a cozy jacket on a cold winter night, his warmth wrapped around you, lulling you to sleep.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as your eyes fluttered shut. “It’s okay.”

You woke slowly, feeling the steady rise and fall of someone’s chest behind you. A weight rested lightly around your waist, warm and solid—Yangyang’s arm.

Oh. Right.

Your eyes fluttered open as memories of the night before came into focus—his teasing grin, the way he’d wriggled under your covers, and how his arms felt annoyingly comforting as you both drifted off. It was nice. Waking up with his warmth beside you was just as nice.

What you didn’t expect was the firm, unmistakable pressure against your lower back.

You froze, your half-asleep mind trying to convince you it was not what it felt like. But the more you became aware of it, the harder it was to deny.

Oh my God. That’s… definitely his...

Your face burned as you tried to wriggle away without waking him, but the movement only made you graze it. Yangyang stirred, letting out a soft, sleepy groan. Then his arm tightened, pulling you back against him—and the problem.

“Don’t move,” he rasped into your ear, his voice hoarse with sleep.

“Yangyang—”

“Shh. Please,” he mumbled, his arm tightening around your waist. “Just give me a second to, uh… recalibrate.”

You bit your lip, both mortified and fighting the urge to laugh. But then his grip on your waist loosened, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric of your shirt. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, you weren’t so sure you wanted to pull away anymore.

“Sorry about that,” he said, chuckling lightly. “Happens all the time.”

You turned your head slightly, catching the hint of vulnerability in his sleepy, lopsided smile. It was disarming, even in a moment like this. Or maybe especially in a moment like this.

“Must be hard for you,” you quipped, smirking because you were low-key proud of the pun.

His grin widened. “Very hard. Do you like it?”

“You wish.”

His hand on your waist slid up—testing, gauging your reaction. You didn’t pull away—instead, your fingers instinctively curled into the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. His touch grew bolder, tracing the curve of your hip and slipping under the hem of your shirt.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, his breath warm against your neck.

Your heart hammered in your chest. This was ridiculous. Insane. And yet, every nerve in your body screamed at you to lean into it, to see where this would go. You’d spent the past few days brushing off his advances, telling yourself he was nothing more than a fun distraction. But at this moment, with the morning light casting soft shadows across the room, it felt like the only thing you wanted was him.

A long pause stretched between you, your eyes locked in a quiet conversation as you let the tension envelope the air around you. And then, biting your lip shyly—

“…Yes,” you whispered.

That was all the invitation he needed. Yangyang shifted, turning you on your back so he could hover over you. His eyes met yours, searching for any hesitation, but all he found was curiosity and anticipation. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, exploratory kiss.

The kiss started slow, tentative, as if he were testing the waters. But when your hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer, all restraint fell away. He kissed you deeply, passionately, and every nerve in your body lit up like a firework.

Your mind was a blur, a tangle of disbelief and desire. How had you gone from playfully bickering with him to this? His touch, his warmth, the way he seemed to savor every second—it was almost too much, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

“You sure about this?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

“Yes,” you said, breathless. “Yes.”

Yangyang chuckled softly, his tone both teasing and serious. “Just checking. I won’t be able to stop once I start, so no take-backs halfway.”

“Oh my god, Yangyang,” you huffed, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “You’re ruining the mood. Just—come here.”

He pressed his hips against yours, and you gasped softly at the hard evidence of his desire. The sound seemed to spur him on and just as his hand trailed down the waistband of your pajamas, a loud knock echoed through the room, startling you both.

“Wake up, babe! Gigi said we’re leaving in fifteen minutes,” Ningning’s voice called out from the other side of the door.

Your heart raced for a different reason now as Yangyang groaned, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Seriously?” he muttered, his voice dripping with frustration.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks flushing as you gently pushed him back. “We should probably get up now.”

Yangyang shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “Nope. I’m not going anywhere.”

Another knock followed, more insistent this time. “Babe! Are you still sleeping?”

“No! I’ll be out in a bit!” you called back, your voice a little too high-pitched.

“Okay! Breakfast is ready!” Ningning replied before her footsteps faded away.

Yangyang sighed dramatically, flopping onto his back. “Fifteen minutes? Think we can use five minutes and—”

“And ruin our first time?” you smirked, shaking your head. “I don’t think so.”

You rose to your feet, heading toward the bathroom, but Yangyang caught your waist mid-step, pulling you back on the bed and the sudden tug made you yelp.

“What do you mean our first time?” he asked, trailing kisses on your jaw down to your neck. “Are you looking forward to this?”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Gosh, I hate feeding your ego so much.”

“Come on, wifey. Honesty is the foundation of every marriage,” he quipped, flashing his signature grin.

“We’re not married,” you shot back, pushing him off with a laugh. “Now go get ready. I don’t think they know you’re here, and it’s better that way. My friends are way too interested in my affairs right now.”

Yangyang gave a mock pout. “You’re kicking me out now? After everything we’ve been through?”

“Yangyang, I swear—”

“Okay, okay!” He held his hands up in mock surrender, slipping out of bed and wrapping you in one last hug. “I’ll see you at breakfast, honey.”

“Just go.”

As he left, you caught your reflection in the mirror, your flushed cheeks and wide smile revealing just how much his presence affected you. With a deep breath, you headed to the bathroom, already bracing yourself for the days to come.

The Aruba sun was relentless, its heat bouncing off every surface and making even the thought of hiking unbearable. You and your friends gathered in front of a small station offering ATV rentals, a fortunate backup plan Giselle had arranged in case of unexpected situations like weather extremes.

“I thought we were going on a hike?” Hendery asked, squinting at the information board.

“It’s too hot for a hike right now,” Xiaojun replied, fanning himself with a brochure. “So we’re going there on ATVs instead. Same view, less sweat.”

You stood beside Yangyang, his arm draped loosely around your waist as he scanned the crowd of tourists. The weight of his hand was comforting, familiar, and yet it still sent tiny sparks through you.

Glancing up, you noticed the tan line on his shoulder. “Did you put on sunscreen?” you asked, nudging him lightly.

Yangyang glanced down, momentarily caught off guard by the question. “Hmm? Yeah. I think I did.”

“You think?” you teased, chuckling. “Did you even bring one?”

“No. I did. My mom made sure I packed it before we left. She’s very thorough about this stuff.”

“Your mom did?” you repeated, your grin widening. “She’s very thoughtful.”

He chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. “She nagged me a lot before the trip, though. She packed this entire bag of skincare, some fancy oil thing, and bug bite ointment. You should see it. The bag’s probably bigger than your pouch of skin stuff.”

You laughed, imagining it. “That explains why your skin’s so nice. She really knew what she was doing.”

“Do I have nice skin?” he asked, genuinely surprised. He touched his cheek as if testing the claim. “Huh. I didn’t realize.”

His lips suddenly quirked into a grin, and he leaned a little closer, lowering his voice just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Have you been checking me out?”

Heat rushed to your face, and you quickly looked away, pretending to check on your friends. “Don’t get cocky. I was just being polite.”

“Sure, sure,” he teased, his hand squeezing your waist lightly. “I’m flattered either way.”

After securing your ATV tickets, the rental staff organized everyone into pairs. The sun blazed overhead, but the excitement in the air was enough to make you forget about the heat for a while. Your friends paired up immediately, and it came almost naturally for you to get paired with Yangyang.

It wasn’t even a discussion—he had claimed you before anyone could suggest otherwise.

While the group waited for instructions, Xiaojun laughed as he wiped sweat off his brow. “You girls really saved us on this trip,” he said, glancing at Giselle. “If it were just us, we’d probably be bar hopping every night and getting tanned all day.”

“And endlessly complaining about how there’s nothing to do too,” Hendery added with a grin.

Yangyang smirked, sliding his arm casually around your waist. “Speak for yourself. I was fully prepared to wing it.”

“You? Please,” Xiaojun shot back. “If you were in charge, we’d all be passed out on the beach right now.”

“Well, good thing you’ve got us,” Giselle chimed in. “I told you my itinerary wouldn’t let you down.”

“It’s a blessing in disguise,” Yangyang admitted, his fingers tracing small circles on your hip as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Your cheeks warmed under his touch, though you tried to act unfazed. “So, what you’re saying is, without us, you’d have no idea what you’re doing?”

Yangyang grinned down at you. “Exactly. What would I have done without you, my darling wife?”

You elbowed him lightly, trying not to laugh. “Don’t push it.”

As the staff explained the rules and safety precautions, Yangyang didn’t bother hiding how drawn he was to you. His hand shifted from your waist to your shoulder, and occasionally he leaned in close to comment on something random, like the mismatched helmets or a particularly enthusiastic tourist who was already revving their ATV.

Your friends noticed, of course. Ningning raised her eyebrows at you, a sly smile tugging at her lips, while Giselle gave you a look that screamed I’ll ask you about this later. But to your relief, they didn’t tease you outright. Instead, they exchanged knowing glances and carried on as if everything was perfectly normal.

The staff finally directed everyone to their vehicles, and Yangyang beckoned you over so he could put the helmet on you. “I’m driving so you better hold on tight.”

“Oh, so I don’t even get a say?” you teased, watching him focus on the buckle of the helmet.

“Do you want to drive?” he asked just as he finished with his task.

“No,” you replied without missing a beat. “But I still would’ve preferred it if you asked for my opinion.”

Yangyang chuckled. “You’re adorable. Alright, next time, I’ll ask you first,” he said, getting onto the ATV. You followed after him.

“Can I trust you?”

“Absolutely. Just make sure to hold on tight,” he said, glancing over his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“Okay. Don’t get us killed.”

“Trust me,” he said, revving the engine. “I got you.”

The ATV lurched forward, and you tighten your grip instinctively, your laughter getting carried away by the warm breeze. You could feel Yangyang’s chest shaking with his own laughter as he expertly navigated the bumpy trail.

The ride to Conchi—Aruba’s famed natural pool—was as exhilarating as it was nerve-wracking. Yangyang seemed to live for the bumpy, uneven trails, pushing the ATV to its limits as you clung to him for dear life. Every sharp turn or sudden drop earned a loud squeal from you, and each time, he’d throw his head back and laugh like it was the best sound he’d ever heard.

“You okay back there, honey?” he called over the roar of the engine, glancing over his shoulder.

 “If I fall off, I’m haunting you!” you shouted back, tightening your grip around his waist. “Keep your eyes forward! Oh my god!”

“Sorry. I’ll drive slower,” he teased, though he didn’t ease up on the speed at all.

By the time you reached Conchi, your legs were shaky from gripping the ATV, but the sight in front of you quickly made you forget the rough ride. The natural pool sparkled under the sun, its turquoise waters framed by black volcanic rocks. Tourists crowded the area, snapping photos and dipping into the clear, refreshing water. It was a postcard-perfect scene, breathtaking enough to make you forget the heat and the crowd.

“Wow,” you breathed, hopping off the ATV.

Yangyang joined you, his hand instinctively finding the small of your back. “Not bad, huh?”

“Not bad?” You glanced at him, a grin spreading across your face. “It’s incredible.”

He leaned in closer, his lips just brushing your ear. “Told you I’d take you somewhere cool.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, you planned this whole thing,” you deadpanned, only playfully.

“Am I the best tour guide ever?” he asked, his grin shamelessly cocky.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure.”

The group split up as everyone wandered toward the water. Yangyang stayed glued to your side, his hand occasionally brushing yours as the two of you navigated the rocky path. When you slipped on a particularly uneven surface, he caught you immediately, his arm circling your waist.

“Careful,” he said, his tone softer now. “These rocks are sharp. Can’t have you getting hurt.”

You steadied yourself, his proximity making your heart do a weird little flip. “Thanks. Didn’t realize I brought my personal lifeguard.”

“Full service,” he quipped, winking at you. “Wait till you see my swimming skills.”

Down by the pool, Yangyang took off his shirt, revealing his toned, sun-kissed torso. You tried not to stare—tried really hard—but he caught you anyway, smirking like he’d just won something against you.

“See something you like?” he teased, tossing his shirt onto a rock.

You scoffed, though your cheeks burned. “Not at all,” you said, looking away.

“Uh-huh.” He stepped closer, leaning in as if to whisper a secret. “Don’t worry, honey. You can look all you want. It’s all yours.”

Before you could respond, he dove into the water, his laughter echoing behind him. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile as you slipped off your sandals and joined him.

The water was cool and refreshing, a perfect escape from the blazing sun. Yangyang was everywhere—helping you find footing on the slippery rocks, playfully splashing water at you, and floating close enough that his arm would occasionally brush yours.

At one point, he swam up behind you, his hands gently resting on your hips as you stood by a shallow edge. “Having fun?”

You turned to face him, water dripping from his hair and running down his face. “Would be a lot more fun if you weren’t here,” you replied, but you didn’t mean any word.

“Aw, I know you don’t mean that, honey. Your cheeks will soon ache because you’re smiling too much,” he teased, poking your cheek.

You rolled your eyes, pushing a hand against his chest to create some space. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But Yangyang didn’t budge. Instead, he caught your hand, his fingers wrapping around yours under the water. His expression softened, his playful smirk giving way to something more genuine.

“Thanks for letting us come,” he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “I like being here with you.”

You scoffed, masking the flutter in your heart with an aloof attitude. “As you should.”

The moment lingered, charged and electric. His fingers brushed yours again, sending a shiver up your spine. His eyes flicked down to your lips, and before you could stop yourself, you were leaning closer. The sounds of the pool faded, and all that existed was the warmth of his gaze and the soft rush of the water around you.

Just as your lips were about to meet, Giselle’s voice cut through the moment.

“Yangyang! Quit hogging my girlfriend and come take a picture!”

Yangyang groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “I swear, they’re like children.”

You laughed, tugging him toward the group. “Come on.”

As you two joined the others, cracking jokes and striking ridiculous poses for the camera, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation. Yangyang was unpredictable and a little reckless, but he made you feel like the center of his world.

And, for now, you were perfectly okay with that.

The rest of your Aruba trip unfolded like a colorful dream, a whirlwind of laughter, sun-soaked adventures, and moments that made your heart skip.

You zipped across rocky trails and sandy paths on the ATVs, the wind whipping through your hair as Yangyang stayed close behind, calling out dramatic warnings like, “Don’t fall off, honey—I’m not carrying you!” 

His teasing only earned him a shower of sand as you sped ahead, his laughter echoing in the semi-desert terrain.

At the Butterfly Farm, he pretended to be afraid of the delicate creatures, flinching exaggeratedly every time one landed on him. “What if it’s poisonous?” he whispered, eyes wide with mock horror. You laughed so hard you nearly scared off the butterflies, but you couldn’t help snapping a picture of him with one perched on his shoulder.

Everyone was having a blast, until the first week passed and Yangyang realized that Giselle’s itinerary left no room for boredom—or rest. Mornings started early, with breakfast by the pool where he would dramatically yawn and stretch, groaning about how Giselle was running the group like a boot camp.

“Can’t we just have one lazy day?” he complained, his head resting on your shoulder as you sipped your coffee.

“Nope,” you replied, amused. “We’re on Giselle’s schedule now. Resistance is futile.” 

He sighed, but the glint in his eye told you he wasn’t really upset. “Do we really need to see everything Aruba has to offer?” he asked, mock-serious. “Maybe I just want to lie on the beach and gaze into your eyes.”

“Okay, lover boy,” Giselle teased, standing up. “Get up and get ready to leave.”

“Come on, Yangyang. Think of it as building stamina,” Hendery said, patting Yangyang on the back.

“For what?” he asked, grinning wickedly.

“For you-know-what?” Hendery grinned, standing up after wiggling his eyebrows knowingly.

Yangyang, still grinning, glanced at you with expectant eyes. You rolled your eyes and said, “Bye.” Then walked away before he could say anything.

Each day blended into the next, packed with scenic drives, swimming and visits to historical landmarks. Through it all, Yangyang was a constant presence—sometimes exasperated by the pace, but always finding ways to make you laugh. Whether it was by stealing bites of your food, pointing out oddly shaped rocks and giving them names, or spinning you around on the sand just to hear you squeal, he managed to make every moment unforgettable.

It was chaotic, exhausting, and utterly perfect in its own way. And even as Yangyang grumbled about Giselle’s tight itinerary, you could tell he was enjoying every second—especially the ones he spent with you.

The evenings in Giselle’s schedule were reserved for beach bonfires, sunset sails, or dancing under the stars at local beach bars. That particular night, the group had taken over a corner of a lively beachfront bar, its warm glow spilling out onto the sand where tiki torches lined the perimeter.

Yangyang stayed glued to your side as usual, his hand casually resting on the small of your back or tangling with yours as you both sipped on fruity cocktails. His presence was magnetic, and no matter how crowded the bar became, you found yourself instinctively gravitating toward him.

The live band struck up a slow, sultry tune, and without hesitation, Yangyang set his drink down, pulling you gently toward the sand where couples were swaying under the open sky.

“What are you doing?” you asked, laughing as he spun you once before pulling you in close.

“Making my move,” he said with a grin, his hands settling comfortably on your waist. “Can’t let this song go to waste.”

You rolled your eyes but let him guide you, your arms loosely wrapping around his shoulders. The music was soft, and Yangyang hummed along, his head dipping slightly to meet your gaze. For a while, you just danced, his thumbs brushing against your hips in lazy circles. His face was so close, his eyes locked on yours like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. You tried to ignore the warmth spreading through your chest, the way your heart skipped a beat every time he moved closer.

Then he leaned in for a kiss—a soft one, long, unmoving, but it left a lingering warmth after he pulled away.

“When do I get you all to myself?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

The heat that rushed to your face wasn’t entirely from the tropical air. “You’re with me now, aren’t you?” you teased, trying to keep your voice light.

“Yeah,” he said, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he pulled you closer, your bodies barely a breath apart. “But not like this. I want real alone time.”

“You’re just horny,” you replied, masking the flutter in your chest with a laugh. 

As special as he made you feel, you couldn’t let yourself forget why you were here with him in the first place. You didn’t want to blur the line between a romantic connection and what this really was—a spring break fling. He was just a travel perk, a handsome one but still temporary. You didn’t do relationships in a place where everything was temporary, and everyone was just passing through.

“You’ll survive,” you added.

Yangyang groaned dramatically, his head dropping back in mock defeat. “You’re ruthless, you know that?”

“Oh, I do,” you shot back, grabbing his hand to lead him toward the others who were gathered by the bonfire, roasting marshmallows and laughing at Hendery’s attempts to play guitar.

As you both rejoined the group, Yangyang kept his hand intertwined with yours. Despite the banter, the tension from your moment on the dance floor lingered, charging the air between you. You focused on the laughter with your friends, on the drinks being passed around, and the warmth of company and friendship. It was easier than thinking about how you and Yangyang could have something deeper.

“Who’s that?” you asked Giselle, pointing at the guy sitting next to Ningning across from you.

“Ningning met him at the kayak yesterday. I’m not sure if they agreed to meet here or if it was a coincidence,” Giselle explained, leaning closer to you. “They look cute together though, right?”

“That’s what I was thinking! He’s so cute. Ningning has been smiling from ear to ear all night,” you giggled, genuinely giddy for your friend, but it was easier to focus on them than the thoughts tugging at the back of your mind.

It was easier to smile and laugh about Ningning’s new interest than think about Yangyang. You didn’t want to admit it, but a part of you felt that same giddy feeling whenever Yangyang smiled at you, or when he touched you in ways that felt a little too intentional.

The night went on, stretching until late. A few hours later, as the fire crackled and someone started an impromptu sing-along, Yangyang leaned over, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

“For the record,” he said, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, “I’ll survive, but don’t think I’m giving up that easily.”

You shook your head, laughing softly, but his words stayed with you, lingering in the air. “Didn’t think you would.”

The morning started with high energy, the group gathering at the dock for your scheduled snorkeling trip. Giselle confidently led the way, tablet in hand. You’d been teasing her about her ‘vacation CEO’ vibes all week, but you secretly admired how smoothly everything had gone—until now.

“Name on the reservation?” the staff member asked, not even glancing up as they scrolled through their tablet.

“Giselle Uchinaga,” she replied with her usual crisp efficiency.

A frown crept onto the staff member’s face. “Hmm, I don’t see a Giselle Uchinaga here.”

Giselle’s expression faltered, but she recovered quickly. “Oh, I booked this weeks ago. Check again, please.”

You exchanged looks with Ningning, while Yangyang leaned lazily against the booth, clearly more entertained than concerned. After a tense back-and-forth, it turned out there’d been a mix-up—the tour company had double-booked, and there were no more spots available for the day.

The mix-up left Giselle fuming, her carefully planned itinerary crumbling right before her eyes. As she argued with the dock staff about overbooking policies, Yangyang stood off to the side, a lazy grin plastered on his face like he’d been waiting for this moment all week.

“This is a disaster,” Giselle groaned, throwing her hands up. “They don’t even have a backup option for us.”

“It’s okay. We can just go to the beach or something,” you said, offering an alternative.

“This was supposed to be the highlight of the trip!” Giselle shot back, shrugging off his hand.

You patted her back. “I know. We were excited for it too, but maybe we can try again tomorrow?”

“What about today?” Ningning asked and you shrugged.

Yangyang strode over to your side, still grinning. “How about this—we ditch the whole plan and do something way cooler?”

“Like what?” you asked, arms crossed but already sensing he was about to suggest something outrageous.

He didn’t answer, instead, he turned to Xiaojun and Hendery. “Bros, I think it’s time to do what we came here to do.”

Hendery’s face lit up. “Oh, you mean… that?” he asked, bouncing on his feet with excitement.

Xiaojun, on the other hand, appeared to be deep in thought, shaking his head. “No. I don’t think the girls would like that.”

“What is it?” Giselle prompted, looking a little impatient.

“Is it better than snorkeling?” Ningning asked.

Yangyang grinned wider. “Way better. Trust me, you’re gonna love it. And if you don’t, well… I’m used to being unappreciated.” He turned to the group, clapping his hands together. “Alright, troops, let’s roll. I know just the thing to turn this day around.”

“Is it dangerous?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Only if you’re boring,” he shot back, winking at you.

That should’ve been your first clue.

Twenty minutes later, you stood on a pristine stretch of beach, the waves glittering under the midday sun. Kite-surfers were on the water, their colorful kites soaring against the bright blue sky as they glided across the surface. One of them caught a gust of wind and launched into the air, soaring for a brief moment before landing gracefully back on the waves.

“This is your plan?” you asked, incredulous.

“Yup.” Yangyang looked impossibly pleased with himself, his hands on his hips like he’d just unveiled the eighth wonder of the world.

“Kite-surfing?” Giselle asked, her voice tight. “There’s a reason we didn’t put that in the itinerary.”

“Because you’re scared,” Yangyang teased. “I get it. Kites are terrifying. I cried the first time I saw one too.”

“I’m serious,” Giselle sighed.

“I know. Look, we’ve been following your schedule all week,” Yangyang told her, pausing to raise a palm. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fun schedule, you totally nailed it! But a little chaos never killed anyone—well, maybe a few people, but we’re smart, right?”

“You could’ve at least warned us,” Giselle said, her tone teetering between exasperation and resignation.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Hendery chimed in, clearly in on the plan. He and Xiaojun were already chatting with the rental staff, signing waivers like this was just another day.

“This is insane,” Ningning muttered, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement. “We have to do this.”

You, however, weren’t so sure. Your eyes kept drifting to the surfers, the way the kites pulled them with such force. The idea of being at the mercy of the unpredictable wind, with the water rushing beneath you, felt more terrifying than exhilarating.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you muttered under your breath.

Yangyang turned to you, his expression softening. “Hey, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I think you definitely should.”

The crash course was a whirlwind of instructions and laughter. Hendery and Ningning were naturals, picking up the basics quickly and cheering each other on as they stumbled through their first attempts. Giselle grumbled her way through the setup but eventually got the hang of it, her competitive streak kicking in as she chased after the others.

Meanwhile, you struggled. The kite seemed to have a mind of its own, jerking wildly in the wind as you gripped the control bar with desperation. And Yangyang, naturally, picked it up like he’d been born to do it, showing off with spins and whoops that made you want to strangle him.

“Relax!” Yangyang called out from his board, effortlessly gliding past you. “You’re overthinking it!”

“Easy for you to say!” you shouted back, the kite yanking you forward before dumping you unceremoniously into the water.

Yangyang paddled over on his board, laughing so hard he nearly fell off. “You good, honey?”

“I hate you,” you muttered, pushing wet hair out of your face.

“No, you don’t,” he said, his grin infuriatingly charming. “Come on, let’s try again.”

The next attempt was better. The kite tugged gently, and instead of fighting it, you let yourself lean into the motion, trusting the wind to guide you. Your board skimmed across the water, the salty breeze whipping against your face as exhilaration replaced fear.

“I’m doing it!” you shouted, laughing uncontrollably as Yangyang cheered from nearby. Your other friends saw you doing it and started cheering for you too.

The thrill was addictive. With each pass, you grew more confident, your movements smoother and more deliberate. The water sparkled under the sun, and for a moment, you felt completely weightless, like you could conquer anything.

Back on the beach, you collapsed onto the sand, your legs shaky but your heart soaring. Yangyang dropped down beside you, his hair dripping and his grin smug as ever.

“See? You’re a natural,” he said, nudging your shoulder.

“Natural?” you scoffed. “I fell, like, ten times!”

“Yeah and everyone saw that,” he teased. “It’s okay, I still like you.”

The rest of the group gathered around, swapping stories of near-misses and minor victories, their laughter echoing across the beach. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, you realized this chaotic, unplanned day had turned out to be the highlight of the trip after all. You couldn’t help but glance at Yangyang. Despite his chaotic energy, there was something comforting about having him there, cheering you on and pushing you out of your comfort zone.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, nudging his arm.

He turned to you, surprised. “For what?”

“For, you know,” you said, gesturing to the ocean. “For making me try this.”

He smiled, a rare, genuine softness in his expression. “Aw. You’re welcome, honey. What would you have done without me?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes but didn't argue. You were sure you would've been fine without him, that you didn't need him to turn the day around. But now that it has come to this, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.

As the sun began to descend, the sky glowed pink and orange, taking your breaths away with its magnificence. You didn’t pass up the chance to take pictures—lots of it. Everybody gathered by the beach, still in your rashguards, to commemorate the day.

Yangyang was an enthusiastic photographer, directing your poses and finding you the best spots by the shoreline. He complimented you the whole time to make you feel more confident. But after a while, the attention became a little embarrassing, especially when tourists walked by, giving you curious looks.

“Don’t look at them. Look at me,” Yangyang called out one more time, kneeling on the sand with one leg stretched out as he held your phone up. 

“That’s enough!” you whined, walking toward him and grabbing your phone. You scrolled through the pictures, skimming through them just to see the angle. 

“The lighting is really good,” Yangyang said, peering over your shoulder. “You look like a model, you know?”

“Thanks, although, you probably say that to everyone,” you teased, shaking your head.

“Nope, only the truly photogenic,” he said, smirking as he put on his sunglasses. “Which, clearly, you are.”

You laughed, stepping closer to him. “Well then, thank you. Come on. Let’s take one together.” You wrapped a hand around his arm, and he immediately grinned, his eyes lighting up.

“You sure about that?” he teased. “You don’t want me stealing the spotlight?”

“I think we both know you’re already doing that,” you shot back, your voice playful. “Now smile.”

Yangyang struck a dramatic pose, his chin tilted up and his sunglasses crooked in the most ridiculous way. “How’s this?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Perfect,” you said, snapping the picture.

Yangyang leaned in, peeking at the photo. “You’re lucky I look good in every shot. Makes you look better too.”

“Uh-huh, sure, Yangyang. Keep telling yourself that,” you teased, nudging his side.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m just speaking facts.”

After getting dressed, the boys rounded everyone up with mischievous grins and promises of an unforgettable evening. Hendery called it, “Phase two of Operation Best Day Ever.”

“Phase two?” Giselle raised an eyebrow, grinning playfully. “Let me guess—something equally chaotic?”

“Not at all,” Yangyang replied, feigning offense. “This is the sophisticated portion of the day.”

You smirked. “Define ‘sophisticated.’”

Yangyang just waved for everyone to follow, refusing to spoil the surprise. The walk along the beach led to a dock where yachts of all sizes bobbed gently on the water. Their sleek hulls gleamed in the soft evening light, and your eyes widened at the sight.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you said, stopping in your tracks.

“You guys booked a yacht?” Ningning gasped, squeezing your arm tighter.

Yangyang turned around, his grin as wide as the horizon. “Not just any yacht. This baby is our ride for the night.” He pointed toward a mid-sized vessel docked at the far end. It wasn’t the most extravagant yacht in the lineup, but it was undeniably impressive—its polished deck and elegant design exuded understated luxury.

“If you don’t know it yet, Liu Yangyang is rich,” Hendery quipped, slinging an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “See? Just casually throwing around yacht reservations like it’s nothing.”

Yangyang laughed, shaking him off. “If I were rich, we’d be on that one.” He gestured to a towering superyacht nearby, complete with a helipad. “But hey, this one’s cozy. We’ll call it charmingly attainable.”

“Charming,” Xiaojun echoed.

Onboard, you were greeted by the soft strains of instrumental jazz playing through the yacht’s speakers and a crew who ushered you to the deck, where a long table was set up for dinner. White linens and flickering candles added an air of elegance, and the faint scent of sea breeze mingled with hints of garlic and rosemary wafting from the kitchen.

“I have to admit,” Giselle said as she took her seat, “this is actually impressive.”

Yangyang shot her a triumphant look. “Told you. Sophisticated.”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” she replied, rolling her eyes playfully.

The first course arrived—a delicate seafood bisque served with freshly baked rolls. Hendery immediately dipped his bread into the soup, groaning with exaggerated delight. “This is what I imagine heaven tastes like.”

“Can you not sound like you’ve never had good food before?” Ningning teased, delicately spooning her bisque.

Hendery shrugged. “What can I say? I’m easily impressed.”

The banter flowed as smoothly as the wine being poured, laughter and stories filling the gaps between courses. You found yourself leaning back in your chair, soaking in the moment. The soft glow of the candlelight reflected off the water, and the gentle rocking of the yacht made everything feel dreamlike.

By the time the main course arrived—a perfectly grilled steak for some, fresh seared tuna for others—the group had reached peak comfort. Even Xiaojun, normally reserved around you girls, launched into a surprisingly hilarious story about his disastrous first attempt at surfing.

“So there I was,” he said, gesturing wildly, “upside down, tangled in the leash, and the instructor is just yelling, ‘You’re doing great!’ with his thumbs up.”

Everyone burst out laughing, Hendery nearly choking on his drink.

As dessert was served, the crew dimmed the lights on the deck, allowing you to enjoy the starry night. The sky was a vast expanse of shimmering constellations, the kind you never saw from the city.

“This really is the best day ever,” Ningning said softly, leaning against the railing.

Yangyang grinned at her. “You heard that, guys? Best day ever!” he called to the others, who cheered in response.

You wandered to the edge of the deck, letting the gentle night breeze brush against your skin. Yangyang joined you a moment later, holding two glasses of wine.

“For you,” he said, handing one over with a wink.

“Thanks.” You took a sip, glancing at him. “Okay, I have to admit—today was pretty incredible.”

He leaned against the railing beside you, his smile softening as he looked out over the water. “Glad you think so. But, uh, it’s not over yet.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? What’s next?”

Yangyang’s grin widened. “Fireworks,” he said, pointing toward the open water with an exaggerated flourish.

You held your breath, anticipation winning over your skepticism. But after two or three minutes of nothing, you couldn’t help but glare at him. “You were lying.”

Yangyang burst out laughing, throwing his head back and stepping away as if to dodge your fist. He caught your hand instead, gently unfolding your fist and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Sorry,” he said, his eyes warm and sincere. “This was last minute, so I couldn’t arrange the fireworks.”

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “No, don’t be sorry. Today was amazing. I was only a tiny bit disappointed because I thought there really were fireworks. Doesn’t mean you didn’t do well today.”

Yangyang chuckled and leaned closer. “Well, I might not have fireworks, but I can promise the rest of the night will be just as memorable.”

You shot him a teasing look. “Oh, really? What else do you have up your sleeve?”

“Nothing really. But I’m hoping for a miracle that would let me have my most-awaited alone time with you,” he replied, not even trying to hide his intentions.

You chuckled, but before you could say anything, Ningning gasped loudly, making everyone turn to her. She froze for a second, hand over her mouth as she looked at each of you.

“Why, what happened?” Giselle asked, looking concerned.

Ningning moved her hand from her mouth to her chest and revealed an excited grin. “Who’s up for a yacht party?”

Andre, the guy Ningning met when you went kayaking a few days ago, happened to be at the same pier as your group were. He had invited Ningning to his yacht party and told her to bring her friends. You’d met him several times, even hung out with him when he would join your group at the bars. You didn’t think he’d have his own yacht though, or that he’d invite you out there for his party.

“I mean, who could say no to a yacht party?” Xiaojun grinned, nudging the others.

“Right?” Ningning said, bouncing on her heels. “So, who’s in?”

The group erupted into enthusiastic chatter, all of them agreeing to go. You, however, found yourself suddenly feeling very tired, the events of the day catching up to you.

“Guys,” you said with a soft yawn. “I think I’m just gonna head back first. I’m a bit exhausted from all the kite-surfing earlier.”

“What? No,” Ningning said, shaking her head. “We can’t just leave you alone.”

“It’s okay. I’m passing up on this one too,” Yangyang said, casually putting a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll stay with her.”

Everyone exchanged knowing glances and smirks.

“Of course, Yangyang,” Giselle teased. “You stay with the tired one while the rest of us live it up on the yacht.” She raised an eyebrow playfully. “How romantic.”

The rest followed up with hoots and whistles.

Yangyang waved them off. “Alright, guys, don’t make it weird. We’re just keeping things chill for the night.”

“Oh sure,” Ningning added with a mischievous grin. “Just you two and a night full of... conversations, right?”

“Conversations!” Hendery affirmed, while Xiaojun was nodding beside him.

You laughed, feeling the teasing warmth of your friends, but the idea of a quiet night with Yangyang wasn’t bad at all. It felt surprisingly nice to have some space to just relax after an eventful day.

“Alright, alright,” Giselle said, finally getting the group moving. “We’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Get some rest and have fun!”

You and Yangyang exchanged a glance, both of you shaking your heads with amused smiles as the others filed off the yacht to join Andre at the pier.

Once they were gone, Yangyang settled next to you again, his smile soft and content. “I guess it’s just us now.”

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a wave of comfort. “Just us.”

“Good,” he said, leaning back against the railing. “I can think of worse ways to spend the night.”

And with that, the two of you simply enjoyed the peace of the night, the quiet after the excitement, and the company of one another.

With your friends gone, the yacht was suddenly quiet, the sounds of the water lapping against the hull and the occasional creak of the boat being the only background noise. The dim lights above cast a soft glow on the deck, creating a tranquil, almost intimate ambiance.

You and Yangyang stood there, side by side, the space between you two comfortable. You were scrolling through your phone’s gallery, examining the pictures you took all day, deleting the ones you didn’t like and saving the rest.

Yangyang took a slow sip from his glass of wine, his eyes glinting mischievously as he studied you. “How many photos did you end up taking today? I lost count,” he said, his lips curling up into a teasing smile.

You raised an eyebrow at him, playing along. “Being pretty in a beautiful place like Aruba comes with a responsibility, Mr. Liu Yangyang. I’ve got to take the pictures. If I don’t I’d be letting everyone down.”

Yangyang chuckled, stepping closer to you, his gaze flicking over your face as if he was taking mental snapshots of his own. “Yeah, well, you’re too gorgeous. One would think I’m just part of the background in your photos,” he teased, glancing down at his own clothes as if evaluating his outfit.

“Yes, well, I’m sure you’re honored. You’re welcome,” you chimed, eyes back on your phone. “Do you wanna take a picture right now?”

“Why?”

You glanced at him, shrugging. “Just because. Memories.”

Yangyang paused for a second, his eyes darkening as if he was considering something else entirely before he reached out, gently taking your phone from your hand. His touch lingered for a moment, a spark that you both seemed to feel, but he quickly turned back to the view, lifting the phone as if it were nothing more than a prop.

“Fine, but you better not blame me if you end up swooning at how good we look together,” he said, his voice light as he pulled you by the waist so you’re pressed side by side.

You rolled your eyes again, but it was clear you were enjoying this. “You’re so full of yourself,” you teased, leaning against his chest and smiling at the camera. Yangyang pressed the button, capturing a shot of you two with the ocean in the background.

“Here,” he said, handing the phone back to you. “Don’t fall in love with me. I know your camera roll is full of pictures of me and you.”

You checked the picture, sighing. “I would have loved taking pictures at the yacht party with my girls too.”

“Didn’t you say you were tired?”

You sighed, locking your screen and facing him. “Yes. Kitesurfing was such an exercise. I just want to lie down right now. When are we going back to the villa?”

Yangyang tilted his head. “Oh, I… uh. I was actually gonna ask if you want to stay the night. You see, I booked this thing until tomorrow morning because I thought everyone would be hanging out here until late.”

“Seriously?” you asked, looking around the wide and empty deck. “We can’t let it go to waste then.”

Yangyang’s gaze dropped briefly, shamelessly checking you out. “You know, we can make the most of it... if you’re up for it.”

You looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow. “Seriously, don’t you get tired of it?”

He groaned, stomping his feet as he buried his face on your neck. “This is the first time I’m alone with you in days. Honey, please.”

You chuckled, feeling his warmth against your skin. “Wow, desperation looks good on you,” you teased.

Yangyang lifted his head. “Desperate? Yes, I’m very desperate.” His eyes flickered down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “It’s really hard to be patient when you’re always so beautiful and sexy.”

You felt a rush of heat spread through you, but you forced yourself to stay casual. “You say that to all the girls?”

He wrapped her arms around your waist, tugging you closer. “Not all of them,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your ear. “Only you.”

You swallowed. “You really think I’m gonna fall for that?”

Yangyang’s expression softened as he reached out, gently cupping your face with one hand. “I figured you won’t. You never fall for any of my tricks.”

You stared at him, completely aware of his intentions but you did not share his eagerness. “Yangyang, shouldn’t you set the mood first if you really want this?”

“Of course. It’s not that hard. Here, let me show you.” Before you could process anything, his lips were on yours—slow and deep, tasting like wine and something more, something raw. 

The kiss deepened, and the warmth of his lips on yours ignited something in you, a heat that you were very familiar with. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, pressing your bodies together. You responded eagerly, your hands finding his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you kissed him back, the pressure building with every second. His kiss was insistent, hungry, and you could feel the tension between you both heightening, like a spark just waiting to catch.

When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling that same pull you had all day, but now stronger, undeniable. “Then show me,” you challenged.

He didn’t need any more instructions. His hands moved to your back, gently urging you toward the cabin door as his lips found yours again. The playful mood from earlier had given way to something much more intense, the teasing now replaced by need.

The yacht swayed gently, setting a calm rhythm, but inside the cabin, everything was on the verge of unraveling. The lights were dim and warm, casting a yellowish glow on the walls as you stood by the bed. Yangyang took his time watching you, his lips curling into a slow, almost predatory smile when you finally met his eyes.

“Do you always stare this much?” you teased, your voice low.

“Only when I know what I want,” he replied, stepping closer.

Yangyang’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer so he could rub your hip against his aching manhood. You tried not to gasp or show just how much your skin was tingling to be touched by him. You curled your hand on his shirt, tugging it twice, urging him to take it off. He took it off just as quickly, before wrapping his arms around your smaller frame and crashing his lips into yours.

Your hands wandered, taking your time to explore his body with featherlight touches. He shuddered under your fingers when you skimmed over the muscles of his abdomen until you reached the hardness between his thighs. The slight hitch in his breath ignited something wicked inside you, something that made you smirk.

“You’re not playing fair,” he murmured, his lips curving against your neck before trailing lower.

You didn’t get the chance to respond because his hands quickly slipped under your dress, fingers tracing the bare skin of your thighs with a touch that was both reverent and infuriatingly slow. Your knees threatened to buckle when his hands found your sex, sending warmth all over your body.

When his fingers pressed and moved, your head fell back, and a soft moan escaped your lips. He kissed his way down your collarbone, lingering on the sensitive spot between your shoulder and neck. Your fingers dug into his back when he sucked a mark in your skin, and the moan that you let out only spurred him on.

Yangyang hooked his finger on the strap of your dress, letting it slip off of your shoulders. Then he buried his face between them, taking a long sniff while tightening his embrace. He tilted his head back releasing a satisfied sigh before looking into your eyes.

“My dear wife,” he began, tugging on the other strap of your dress and letting it fall. “I won’t be able to stop. So if you think you’re gonna regret this, we can end it here and pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I won’t,” you breathed, running your fingers on his neck down to his chest. “I just know that I won’t regret it.”

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice low and filled with meaning.

You answered with a kiss—hungry, unrelenting. It wasn’t soft or tentative; it was a claim, and Yangyang surrendered without hesitation.

He responded fiercely, competing with your hunger, as if the mere act of touching you wasn’t enough. You moved together, falling onto the bed, and the soft sheets were cool against your heated skin. When he pulled away from you, you panicked for a second, only to scoff when you saw him pull out a condom from his pocket.

“You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” you asked, rolling your eyes playfully as he tore the packet open. Your eyes followed his every move, and the view before you made you bite your lip in anticipation.

Yangyang chuckled seeing your reaction. “I didn’t. But I’ve been carrying one every day since the day you said yes to me.”

“Oh, so you’re always prepared?”

He shrugged, sporting a smug grin as he lowered himself, one hand reaching down to spread the slick that had gathered in your cunt. “You never know when the opportunity might arise.”

He kissed you again, a feeble attempt to distract you from what was happening down below. But it was no use, a guttural moan tore out of your lips as soon as he pushed himself inside, your back arching. Yangyang planted soft kisses on your neck and jaw, shushing you gently.

“You’ve got it. I know you do,” he whispered against your skin.

You got used to the stretch soon enough, and Yangyang watched your face carefully as he rocked inside you in a steady rhythm. Whenever he thrust deeper, your body would arch instinctively, and you’d let out a whimper, the sensation blurring your mind and blooming like fire through your veins.  It wasn’t just the physicality of his touch—it was the way it seemed to unravel you, as though he knew every nerve, every secret, and was intent on exploring them all.

He swallowed your moans with a kiss that only made you more feral. You responded in kind, legs wrapping around his waist, and hands threading through his hair and pulling just enough to make him groan against your mouth. Every thrust of his hips and every movement of lips evoked sensations that left you gasping and clinging to him.

The world outside faded—there was no yacht, no ocean, no stars. Only the two of you, lost in the raw intensity of each other. The bed rocked beneath you, a rhythm that seemed to echo your movements, slow and steady at first, then building, relentless and unstoppable. You were wild with need, and Yangyang was almost animalistic with the desire to unravel you, to watch you lose your mind in pleasure.

“Yangyang,” you whined, knees on your chest as he stretched you out some more.

Your movements grew more erratic and urgent. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered name built upon the last, until you were both trembling on the edge of something immense and unstoppable.

And when you finally collapsed together, your bodies tangled and your breaths ragged, the tension in the room slowly dissolved into something quieter, softer. When your eyes met, you didn’t say anything and just breathed in sync. Then after a few moments, you two burst out laughing, seemingly at a loss for words.

“You are… incredible,” Yangyang exhaled, reaching for your hand and bringing it to his lips.

“I know,” you quipped, giggling.

You rested your head against his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat soothing the wild rhythm of yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, letting the gentle lull of the yacht carry you back to reality.

“I could stay like this forever,” you murmured, your voice soft, almost drowsy.

Yangyang chuckled slowly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’d make me a very happy man.”

Your smile was small but genuine, and you closed your eyes. There was no way this would last forever, but there was no point in dwelling on it. All you could do, and all you wanted to do, was to enjoy it while you still can.

The next few days unfolded like a whirlwind of adventure and adrenaline. By day, the group embraced the thrill of risky adventures. Cliff diving back in Conchi left your heart pounding, your squeals of hesitation turning into triumphant laughter when you finally took the plunge. Dune buggy rides through golden sands turned into wild competitions, Yangyang and Hendery competing to see who could kick up the biggest trail of dust, their boisterous energy infecting the rest of you.

Evenings were just as lively. Barbecue dinners became the highlight of the villa, the scent of grilled meat and vegetables wafting through the air as everyone pitched in. Hendery, the self-proclaimed grill master, charred the skewers more often than not, while Yangyang kept spirits high with his antics, attempting acrobatic flips with the food—earning him laughter and scoldings at the same time.

When the drinks came out, the nights grew rowdier. Card games devolved into noisy competitions, while Truth or Dare exposed embarrassing stories and hidden crushes. Laughter echoed through the villa as the group let loose, cherishing the carefree charm of this trip. But amid the chaos, there were moments when you and Yangyang slipped away, unnoticed—or perhaps ignored—by the others.

It didn’t take much—a glance, a whisper, or the casual brush of his hand against yours. Upstairs, the bedroom became your retreat from your chaotic friends. The air in those stolen moments were heavier, hotter, more intense. Yangyang’s teasing confidence would melt into something more fervent and more passionate as he shut the door behind you and closed the space between you.

The way he’d kiss you—slow, deep, and unhurried—never failed to make your head spiral. His hands would find your waist, tugging you closer as if you weren’t already pressed against each other’s bodies. The laughter you shared downstairs would transform into soft whispers, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as you tilted your head back, letting him take his time.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful,” he would murmur, his voice low and thick with affection. His words would hang in the air between kisses, and though his tone carried his usual cheekiness, there was a softness there that made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t expected.

You didn’t always make it to the bed right away. There were nights when the edge of the dresser became your perch, your legs wrapping around his waist as his fingers dug into your skin. Your gasps would be hushed, and your need would be urgent, and Yangyang’s eyes would be boring into you, observing your reactions and memorizing your cues.

During the day, the intimacy didn’t vanish entirely, though it was more playful than physical. You were always attached to the hip, and would sometimes wander off by yourselves. On one lazy day when your group decided to skip going out and just lounge around the villa, you and Yangyang stayed by the poolside, enjoying the sun and the quiet.

You were reading a book on the sunbed, occasionally flipping pages, while Yangyang played a game on his phone. It didn’t last long—he soon got tired of it and squeezed himself next to you, tugging your arm until he could rest his head there. He curled up beside you, his arms loosely wrapped around your torso.

You put your book down and rested your hand on his head, absently running your fingers through his hair. “Are you bored?” you asked, smiling as he groaned and nodded his head dramatically.

“Are you a puppy? Why are you acting like one?”

Yangyang laughed softly, his shoulders rocking, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he tightened his hold on you, his face pressed into your side. You continued running your fingers through his hair—dark, messy, and had a faint minty smell. Your eyes fell on a faint scar on his elbow, curiosity sparking again.

“What happened to this?” you asked, your thumb gently brushing the scar.

“Hmm?” He glanced lazily at his arm. “Oh, it’s a surgery scar. Got it when I was a teenager after a basketball injury.”

“You played basketball?”

“Yes. I loved basketball.”

“Did you dream of becoming a pro?”

Yangyang shook his head, a small, almost wistful smile tugging at his lips. “No. I dreamed of becoming a racer. Cars fascinated me more than courts.”

“So what happened?”

“Life had other plans,” he said with a shrug, his fingers drawing absentminded circles on your side. “My mom thinks racing equals instant death. Basketball? My knee begged me to stop. And now, here I am, working toward a business degree like a good boy.”

“Would you change anything?” you asked, cringing internally at how cliché the question sounded. But you wanted to know.

“Not really,” he said after a pause, his lips quirking up. “My grandma always said, ‘If something’s yours, it’ll come back around. Even if it falls out of your hand and rolls under the couch.’ So I just let life take its course. It’s a trip, and I’m just cruising.”

“Wow,” you said, your grin matching his. “That’s surprisingly wise.”

Yangyang smirked. “Well, my gran was very wise. She’s old now though and always asks if I’m on drugs or something.”

“Are you?” you asked, your voice light and teasing.

He grimaced. “She’s the one on drugs with all those maintenance pills she keeps popping every day.”

“You sound like a really fun guy,” you chuckled, pressing your cheek on his head. “I mean, I knew you were fun. I’m just surprised you could get more fun than you already are.”

“You’re so good at getting to know people.” Yangyang lifted his head slightly, his lips brushing against your shoulder as his gaze met yours. “Wanna go upstairs and get to know me better?” he murmured, his voice low and playful.

You flicked his forehead lightly, laughing. “That’s a hard no.”

“Wow, do you hate it that much?” he asked indignantly, and you just giggled.

There was something about the way he fit into your space—or maybe how you fit into his—that felt natural, like you’d been orbiting each other longer than just a few days. Your connection had deepened, unwittingly so, in the stolen silences and the shared laughter, in the way your walls had crumbled without you even noticing.

And yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but feel the faintest hint of unease—like a reminder that this was a story with an ending. But you brushed it all off. For now, the sun was warm, the breeze carried the faint scent of the sea, and Yangyang was nestled against you, warm and snug.

The last three days passed in a blur. The energy had softened—fewer high-energy activities, more slow hours and gathering in the living room. Time seemed to slow down as the vacation drew to a close. The laughter was still there, of course, but it held some kind of weight, like everyone was trying to make each second count before the inevitable goodbye.

Yangyang and the boys still found ways to keep things lively. During the day, he joked around more than ever, teasing everyone relentlessly, especially you. Yet at night, when the group dispersed to their corners, it was just the two of you again—by the pool, on the patio, or simply sitting together in the dim glow of the villa’s lanterns.

That night, you found him leaning against the patio railing, his silhouette outlined by the faint light of the moon. He didn’t turn when you joined him, but his arm instinctively curled around your waist, pulling you closer.

“It’s going to be weird going back to normal,” you murmured, the thought slipping out before you could stop it.

Yangyang didn’t look at you, his gaze fixed somewhere distant. “Yeah. No sun, no ocean... no crazy adventures,” he said lightly, his grip on you tightening a little. “No you.”

You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I know I’m unforgettable, but you’ll survive, right?”

He chuckled lightly, and he finally looked at you. “Come on, be honest. You’re gonna miss me way more than I’ll miss you, won’t you?”

You feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically on your chest. “Excuse me? I’ve been the highlight of your Aruba experience. You be honest.”

“Highlight?” He arched a brow, his smirk widening. “I don’t know. The kite-surfing was pretty epic. The barbecue nights? Top-tier.”

“Okay, but who made those barbecue nights top-tier? Me. I’m the one who kept you from burning the villa down.”

“Fair point,” he admitted with a laugh, his shoulders shaking. “But you still owe me for losing that paddleboarding race.”

You gave him a look. “Liu Yangyang, we’ve been over this. You cheated. I was literally halfway to victory when you—”

“—skillfully redirected the board. Totally fair game,” he interrupted, grinning like the devil himself.

“Cheater,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“In my dictionary, it’s called, strategy.”

You shook your head, laughing softly. Then, like an unwelcome guest, a sudden thought struck you: what’s gonna happen in the morning?

Yangyang shifted, turning to rest his chin on your shoulder. “What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”

“Just conserving energy,” you replied lightly, nudging him with your elbow.

He hummed, unconvinced, but didn’t push. Instead, he started recounting some ridiculous story about the time he got stuck in a hammock and somehow managed to flip himself into a kiddie pool. His voice was animated, his gestures over the top, and you laughed until your stomach hurt, taking your mind off of things for a while.

That night, you shared the bed with him again, curled close like it was the only place you were meant to be. When you weren’t kissing, you talked about everything and nothing—the kind of conversation that stretched lazily through the hours. Neither of you dared to bring up what came next, but it hung in the air, unspoken yet understood. You could feel it in the way his hand lingered a little longer in your hair, in how tightly he held you when you finally gave in to sleep.

Morning came too soon.

The villa felt different, quieter, like it was holding its breath. Bags lined the hallway, and everyone moved with some kind of heaviness. Your friends hovered in the kitchen, trying to keep the mood light with jokes, but the laughter didn’t carry the same carefree weight it had days before. They talked about how Aruba was beautiful and that they wish to come back soon, how they were gonna miss the time you’d all spent together, and how everyone should keep in touch.

Yangyang, for once, was quiet, fiddling with his camera as he sat on the couch.

When you found a moment alone with him, the easy chit-chat that had carried you through the week felt harder to summon. Still, he gave you that signature smirk. “So? Did I or did I not keep my promise?”

“What promise?”

“That I’d show you a great time and make Aruba more memorable for you.”

“Barely,” you teased, though your voice wavered just enough to give you away.

He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Guess I’ll have to step it up next time,” he said, his tone light, even if his eyes lingered on yours for a moment too long.

You managed to smile, but the ache in your chest only deepened. There was no next time—not one you could count on, anyway. And as the villa was filled with the echoes of your friends’ chatter and laughter, you sat there and stared at Yangyang, memorizing the details of his face, his voice, and the way he made you feel.

The goodbye would come, as they always did. But for now, you let the moment stretch, hoping it might last just a little longer.

The first day back in uni was always vibrant and energetic, with students darting across the quad, groups reuniting after the break, and the faint hum of music playing from someone’s portable speaker. You spotted flyers littering every wall, announcing everything from club fairs to house parties, the vibrance was nearly overwhelming after the lazy warmth of Aruba.

You adjusted the strap of your bag, glancing over at Giselle, who seemed unusually quiet as the two of you navigated through the crowd. “Thinking about Ningning?” you asked knowingly.

She sighed, kicking a stray leaf across the path. “Yeah. Feels weird without her. I wish she didn’t have to move.”

“She’ll visit,” you said, more confident than you felt. “And you can always crash at her place. It’s not like she’s on the other side of the world.”

“I guess,” Giselle muttered, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly at the thought.

The two of you walked into the cafe and spotted Karina and Jaemin at a table by the window, their cups of iced coffees already halfway gone. Karina waved so enthusiastically it was a wonder she didn’t topple over, while Jaemin sat beside her, his arms crossed and a lazy grin on his face.

“Finally!” Karina exclaimed, throwing her arms around you and Giselle as if it had been months instead of weeks since you’d last seen each other. “Tell me everything! I want the drama, the chaos, the juicy stuff.”

“Relax, we just got here,” you laughed, patting her on the back.

Jaemin smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Wow, and here I thought you’d squeezed everything out of them over FaceTime?”

“Quiet, Jaemin,” Karina shot back, but her grin didn’t falter. “Did Aruba live up to the hype? Don’t leave anything out.”

You hesitated, your mind wandering back to late nights on the patio, the sound of Yangyang’s laughter, the weight of his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder. 

“It was incredible,” Giselle exclaimed before you could say anything.

The four of you talked about Aruba, the breathtaking beaches, the chaos of group outings, and Giselle’s over-the-top retelling of Ningning’s escapades. You also caught up on the little things—new professors, gossip about campus life, and the inevitable groans about upcoming assignments. It was like nothing had changed at all, like your time in Aruba was a fever dream and you were getting pulled back into the real world right now. Giselle’s accounts of everything you did and experienced on that beautiful island was proof that it happened though, as well as the pictures you took every day while you were there.

“Wow. Ningning is so pretty,” Karina commented while you were showing them pictures on your phone. “I can’t believe she left.”

Giselle sighed dramatically. “Ugh, I wish she didn’t have to move. Our group’s so scattered now.”

As Karina nodded in agreement, Jaemin swiped to the next photo. “Wait, who’s that?” he asked, pointing at the screen.

Your heart jumped—Yangyang’s grin stared back at you, sunlit and easy. Before anyone could look closer, you snatched your phone.

“No one,” you deadpanned, hiding your screen and sticking your tongue out playfully.

Jaemin chimed teasingly. “Did you get a boyfriend in Aruba?”

Giselle chuckled knowingly. “Oh, she got more than just a boyfriend. She got a husband in Aruba.”

“A husband?” Jaemin exclaimed.

You giggled. “Sorry you couldn’t come to the wedding,” you teased. “It was super exclusive.”

Giselle threw her head back laughing. “More like, sorry you couldn’t come to Aruba. It was for fun people only,” she added, shrugging playfully.

“Hey. Aruba was last minute. If you’d planned it ahead of time, I wouldn’t have agreed to go with my family to Korea!”

While your friends bickered, you glanced outside and saw the campus moving on around you like it always did. Yet, something felt different—like you’d stepped into a new chapter, leaving a part of yourself behind on a sandy beach far away.

“What are you doing?” Karina prompted, peering into your screen.

“Sending an entry to Campus Confessions,” you said, holding your screen just out of reach.

She blinked. “You follow that page?”

“No. I just submit entries,” you replied, showing her after you hit send.

To: LYY We found wonderland. You and I got lost in it, and we pretended it could last forever. -xx

Karina tilted her head. “Wait, does he even know what Campus Confessions is?”

You shrugged, slipping your phone into your pocket. “He doesn’t need to.”

You put your phone away, focusing back on your friends, their chatter pulling you into the rhythm of the moment. There was plenty to say about Aruba, but some memories? Those were yours to keep.

"Are you sure?" Ten asked with a concerned look in his eyes, something that wasn’t usual unless it was about demanding proper explanations regarding his feline’s meals at the store.

"Of course! It’s not like somebody’s gonna murder us!" You reassured him, taking his hand in yours.

"We're doing this for cheap food? Tell me again that you are sure." He was still on the fence regarding your intention of going to this mid graded strip club only to get some nice cuisine at a lower price and possibly kill two birds with one stone.

As you went inside, you hastily pulled his hand along with you. Before allowing the two of you in, they conducted a quick security check. Too posh for a place like this, you thought. 

"We aren't even dressed for it." Ten whined, toying with your hand.

"We don't need to dress, this is literally a strip club." You were quick to shut him up but he wasn’t the easy type.

"Strip club? What do you mean? I'm not showing off my priceless physique to make some cash." He protested, purposefully being extra this evening.

You released his hold and folded your hands. Glancing around as if absorbing the atmosphere.

"I've never been here before." You expressed.

"I haven't either, baby."  He too, was taken aback by the room's opulence to respond. Maybe the two of you could have just been to the university cafe and worked on your assignments instead. 

Cliche neon green lights with a combination of bright white lasers were being thrown around in the room in rhythmic rotations. It was blasting sensual music and heavily autotuned voices of women moaning. This place was full of people, all of them fully clothed and yet the food was nowhere to be seen.

You sat on one of the sofa lounges along with Ten, moving your gaze at every corner hoping you would be able to read the air, as he did the same. 

A group of women passing by in sparkling, golden, and silver attire gave you two the side-eye. You may have been underdressed, as Ten suggested.

"What happens next?" He questioned as he sank his face into his hands.

"I don't know. Where are the girls?" You examined.

"And where is the food?" He sighed out of annoyance.

You were still oblivious while a quarter of an hour passed at the pace of a snail. This place was certainly not like the ones they showed in the movies, something was actually odd.

"Let's just leave." Ten followed your suggestion after you picked up your backpack.

But you and the man were stopped right then by one of the managers, who quickly ordered a waiter and offered you a few drinks and some free food. The food was only complementary, you see, and most of the people in the room were the least bothered about it anyways.

Ten asked you to affirm as he peered into your eyes, and you nodded.

"We easily have the money to relax here instead, so maybe we can go to that gala later." You spoke dramatically, loud enough so that the waitstaff, supervisors, and other customers could hear you. The exaggeration was embarrassing. 

They shouldn't ever be aware of the reason for your visit. You flipped your hair back as Ten facepalmed at your odd move.

“All that can probably do is paint us even more fishy in their eyes, Y/N i swear to god!” Ten commented.

“If you’re doing this just so we can go back to the hostel and see that flop movie you like, then this ain’t working.” The man blinked dramatically as though his eyelids were heavy.

After setting up the table with only a little variety of snacks and drinks, they left while you took turns sipping and each one. That was the most you could do.

The stage, which was about to be used for the performance, was the centre of attention, and it was a revolving one.

"Shit's getting real!" Ten beamed as he started to poke you on the shoulder relentlessly.

"Chill." You asked him to calm down.

In the beginning, it was only the dancers performing sensual dances. There was nothing too special about it you thought. "You could do better than them." You suggested your boyfriend. "Oh, of course." He joked along with you.

The actual business soon got underway as the fanciest, laciest clothing items were one by one flung to the floor, leaving only the barest necessities.

Ten was astounded by the acts and covered his eyes with his palms.

"What?" He continued to close his eyes even after you pushed his hand away.

"I'm a loyal boyfriend." He explained.

"Just look at it as art then." While keeping your eyes glued to the show, you exclaimed.

"They are doing what? I thought their policy was ‘just see, no touch’?" He asked about the dancers' performance because one of them had begun to execute a lap dance for a middle-aged drunk man seated at a different table.

"No, I guess they had to pay for the additional services." You answered Ten's query, who was busy stuffing his mouth with the fries by now.

He showed a thumbs up, indicating he was satisfied.

By the time one of the other dancers began to approach you, Ten was still fixated on the food. They must have had a clear misunderstanding because you believed you were not responsible for paying for it, even though the club sounded not too expensive, you were still unsure if you wanted it, it wasn’t just about the money.

She sat down in your lap less than a second later, shocking you momentarily as you sat there frozen.

Ten's eyes widened as he attempted to talk to her. "No, sorry, I don’t think she’s liking it." He stated, signaling a no with the gesture of his hands, too.

With the blink of an eye, it became more heated this time as she began to move her hands and hips to the excessively sexy beats playing in the background.

Your guy had already stood up at this point. "Why don't you understand it right away? Hold it!" He kept talking. “Excuse me?!”

She took your hands in hers and put them on your body as you made an effort to stop by lifting your hands to her.

"Get off my girl, you bitch!" He screamed, throwing one of the drinks on her and attracting everyone's attention. This was one very impulsive act. 

The club instantly froze. The dancer hastily left, but something didn't feel right. Nothing about this place has been right since the time you entered.

"Am I sensing trouble?" Ten was in a panic.

"Stupid, all you could have done was yell." You swore.

"What should we do now?" He asked.

Contrary to expectations, this conversation moved forward much more quickly.

"Run!" As you scooped up your backpacks, you yelled.

Gasps and gossips could be heard as you leaped upon the sofas and chairs. There was at least one bouncer chasing you out if not two or three, but none of you had the foresight or bravery to glance behind. Tall and well built men in those dark coloured suits and black glasses, while you two looked like kids in front of them. 

You continued running for around minutes before stopping to collect your breath in what seemed like a ghosted alley.

Ten followed after to make sure. "They've left." He was panting heavily as he put his hands on his knees.

"Fuck!" You swore.

"This was crazy." He remarked. "Your free food idea was horrible, baby. But I won’t lie I’m full for tonight." He chuckled. “More with adrenaline though.”

"Yeah?” You flicked him off as he joined your laughter and started clapping his hands enthusiastically.

"Are we real?" He spoke while caressing your face and gazing intently into your eyes.

"Very much!" You spoke up and gave him a quick smooch.

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“Ms. Yu will not answer questions for now.” Your secretary, Hendery continues to protect you behind him as he smiles apologetically and bows politely at the reporters.

You felt like a weak child behind him, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. It’s clear that you know nothing—absolutely nothing—on how to run a business that’s slowly bankrupting, let alone a whole company. But your going to have too. And to be frank, you didn’t have much of a choice either.

“Are you alright back back there, Ms. Yu? Would you like me to shoo them all away?” Your secretary showed pity, knowing how huge the mess of this situation is to you. “No, yeah, I think I’m fine. I mean, what’s the worse that could happen, right? Dad’s dying, my mom’s barely alive either, I’m just 19 and is expected to run our family’s company. Nothing’s wrong. Yep, everything’s under control.”

It was clear you were trying to comfort yourself with your words, but it looked more as if you were mocking yourself further. “You don’t have too, you know.” Hendery’s eyes softened, voice as gentle as he could muster. “Mhmm,” you hummed, not trusting your voice to reply.

Oh.

So it could get worse.

“Y/n, we need to up our sales!”

“No! Don’t listen to him, we have to pay what we owe first you idiot!”

You massaged your forehead, listening to the debate of all the stakeholders in front of you. Everything’s a mess. Your life is a mess, the company is a mess, this meeting is a mess.

“Make a decision now Ms. Yu!”

“Listen to us, we know better then those pesky scheming guys. They just want the money to themselves!”

“Look who’s talking! Everyone knows that your the corrupt one.”

“Enough, please,” you begged, looking up to them and sighing, “dad’s not dead yet. He’s still the CEO of the company, don’t forget that. None of us are in power and the final decision is still up to him. So stop pretending like any of you are the one on top.”

Murmurs erupted inside the meeting room, then silence. “I’ll do what I know will help the company, just give me time—”

“But Y/n, we don’t have time!”

“Just give me one night!”, you didn’t mean to rudely interrupt, but the pressure is building up with every moment that’s passing. You couldn’t do this. You’re not as smart as your dad, you just can’t do it, “By tomorrow morning, I’ll give you my decision. Meeting dismissed.”

Your the first one who left the room, desperate for fresh air. “Ms. Yu! Drink some water.” Hendery chases after you, passing you a bottle of water. You took it, drinking with big gulps—hoping it would help drown all your sorrows and anxiousness away.

“What’s...what’s next in my schedule?” You ask your secretary. “You’re free for today, Ms. Yu.” Hendery lies, no plan of telling you that you still have a meeting later. He knows your tired and you just wanted to rest, not deal with stubborn corrupt business mans. “Good. Ready the car, I’m visiting dad.” You ordered, about to walk out the front door when cameras started flashing again. Reporters crowded you just like before, making it all seem like deja vu.

It sucks. You hate being in the spotlight.

You took a deep breath before entering the huge house where your parents lives. It’s quiet and peaceful. You listened to the story of the walls, them telling you every childhood memory that must’ve slipped out of your mind. You also saw a mere memory of you running through the huge corridors with your mom chasing over you.

You miss it. You miss being a kid, in your parents arms. Where no one’s depending on you.

“Y/n,” you turned around at the sound of your name, facing your mom, “Mom, are you okay? Have you been sleeping well?” You ask in concerned, taking in her disheveled state and hugging her tightly.

“No, your dad’s condition is getting worse. He couldn’t move anymore, let alone speak properly. I’m growing worried every second, Y/n. I’m afraid he’ll leave me.” Your mom confesses, crying once again by your shoulder. Your chest tightens hearing your father’s condition.

“M-Mom...you have to take care of yourself. Dad won’t like seeing you like this. I can’t have you sick, I don’t want to loose you too.” You tried to keep in all the tears that’s threatening to fall from your eyes. You have to be strong for her, you have to help her stand up back on her feet again, “Besides, dad’s not going anywhere. He’ll stay with us.”

“He’s inside, go visit him darling.” Your mother weakly smiles, pulling away from the hug and wipes her own tears. You stared at the closed door for a couple of seconds before pushing it open to see your father laying in bed, weak and sick.

You sat beside his body, placing your hand on top of his, “I want to finish college. I want to live a normal life. I don’t want to take your place, come back, please. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Dad, we miss you. We need you.” Finally, now that your alone, your tears slowly start flowing down. Just like before, when you were a kid, you climbed in your father’s arms and wrapped your arms around his waist. Your head placed on his chest as you cried and cried. “I miss you...”

You wished he would wrap his arms around you and pepper your face with kisses, laughing at your crying state and pinching your cheeks, telling you that you look much more prettier when smiling. Or he would tickle your sides until you laugh and beg for mercy, forgetting why you cried in the first place.

But no one’s wiping your tears now. You’re all alone with the weight of the world on your shoulders. You closed your eyes and prayed for an escape.

“Y/n? Y/n. Ms. Yu, wake up please.”

Groaning, you slowly sit up, noticing that your not beside your dad anymore and now your in your old room, with Hendery beside you. “Sorry for waking you up Ms. Yu, but your mother wants you to meet her guests down stairs.”

“Oh...I fell asleep?” You cringed slightly at how hoarse your voice was. He hummed as a reply and nodded. “I’ll be there, just, let me fix myself.” You tried to smile at him but no avail. “Yes Ms. Yu.” Hendery bows at you politely before leaving.

At first, you took sweet time admiring the room where you grew up. Nothing really changed, except for the fact you don’t use it anymore. You study at a university far from home, and you live at a penthouse near the school. It wasn’t really your plan to buy the luscious home, but your parents insisted on it, saying you don’t deserve living in a ‘small space’. Then you finally washed your face and tied your hair neatly before fixing your shirt and dusted off your denim pants before leaving.

“Y/n over here please,” your mom gestured you to stand beside her. You complied with her request and greeted the guests in a polite manner. “What a beautiful and mannered lady.” The mother of the family, you assumed, gushed and complimented you.

“She’s perfect.” The man smiles at you then at your mom.

Perfect? For what?

“Before I forget, this is my son, Qian Kun.” Mr. Qian introduced the young handsome man beside him. You both bowed at each other out of respect.

“I called you down here because we have a matter to discuss. We all know that you don’t have the knowledge of running our family’s company.” Your mom starts. Ouch, that gotta hurt. But then again, her point is huge.

“The Qian’s are our family’s long time friends, and their son, Kun graduated college with a degree. He’s a great young man for business.”

Your body tenses, right eyebrow raised, “Mom, are you implying that we give our business to the Qian’s just because dad’s sick and I couldn’t take over him?”.

“No, of course not dear, we would never. But we are willing to help the Yu’s. After discussing with your mother, we all decided that it would be better if you and Kun would be bonded for the business to be saved.” Mrs. Qian chuckled at you.

“Bonded? Excuse me?”

Your mother explained further, “What she means, we...we planned that you’ll be married with Kun just for now—“.

“I’m sorry if I was mistaken, but Mrs. Qian, you said everyone decided, right?”

She nodded.

“Where was I when it was decided? Do I even have a say in this? Marriage isn’t something that should be played.” You tried to calm yourself down, but the bitter feeling kept bubbling on the pit of your stomach. “We are aware of that, but this is the only way for the Qian’s and the Yu’s to be as one.” Mr. Qian agreed.

“Don’t worry Y/n, the wedding isn’t as serious. It’s just for business, I promise. I won’t do anything your uncomfortable with.” Kun speaks up, knowing how bad this all must look to you. “D-Do you mean divorce?” You ask. He nodded and smiled a little at you, “After we save the company, if you want divorce, I’ll comply.”

“Is there any way to save Yu Company? Dad will not agree to any of this if he was here.”

“But he isn’t,” Mr. Qian corrects you, “And yes, this is the only way.”

“I need time.” You lick your lips, looking down when you felt your head hurt a bit. Then you glanced at your apologetic looking mother and held her hand, “I won’t make a decision that’ll affect dad or the company negatively, I promise.”

“I know.” She whispered, gently caressing your hair just like any mothers would do.

“Don’t waste too much time. We must do the wedding as soon as possible for everything to be settled.” Mrs. Qian reminds you.

Was everything really fine?

There’s a possibility that dad will never get to get up from bed anymore, everyone in Yu Company is panicking, your tied in a marriage with a smart, rich, man that you never met ever in your life—

—and you’re the center of everything.

The weight of the world on your shoulders grew heavier and heavier. For god’s sake, you just turned 19 but now it felt like your in your mid-40′s, stressing over life instead of enjoying your teen days. You couldn’t even study for your college in peace, and your afraid that you’ll have to drop out.

“Ms. Yu, do you need anything?” Hendery knocked by your closed door before opening it. “No, nothing Hendery. Unless if you could save the company, cure dad.” You answered in full sarcasm this time, rolling over your bed and snuggling on your covers. Your secretary’s shoulders slumped as he sighed and fixed the blanket over your figure. He knows that taking care of you wasn’t part of his job, but he couldn’t help it. Not when he knows your hurting so much.

“If I were you, Y/n, then I would never marry Sir Kun. I would believe in myself and also never drop off of college.”

His words caught your attention, looking at him with creased brows, “But...I couldn’t. The Qian’s the only option right now.”

“You could. I know you could, you’re really strong and smart. I’ve seen you survive worse scenarios. Plus, you’re living independently without your parent’s support. That’s something very difficult to do.” Hendery sat on the chair beside your bed, making himself comfortable, “For example, me. I still live with my mom and I can’t be that independent yet.”

“You can’t? Doubt that. You’re taking really good care of me and that’s also a hard task. Congratulations on surviving my ass, Hendery.” You joke, also sitting up on the bed.

“All I’m saying is relax. If you take breaks, then you’ll be able to think everything through.”

“You too, Hendery. Go home now. It’s late and your mom might spank you for not coming home before the curfew.” You smirked, teasing him. Hendery’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment as he mumbled a quick goodbye and bowed before sprinting out your room.

He’s right. 

You could do this. Everything’s gonna be alright.

But now you just have to look for relaxation and time.

At first, it was really hard on convincing everyone that you need more time to think. It all seemed like a race, and they’re all wanting to get to the finish line as fast as possible. But not you, not anymore at least—thanks to Hendery.

And thanks to your mom’s support, they had no more choice but to agree bitterly. They gave you exactly one week for you to relax and by the next Monday, a final decision should be made. Not by your dad, but by you.

Basically, everything’s on your hands. If the company continues to downfall, that’ll be your fault. But if you save it, then you’d be a hero.

Now that’s something you could (never) relax on.

“Why...do I have to come again?” Hendery blinked, carrying bags on each his arms. “For starters, your the one who advised me on taking a break. Now we’re going on a short vacation!” You smile putting your sunglasses up. “And what’s with all these bags?” He looked like he had a hard time, but the expression on his face was so priceless that it had you laughing.

“Work and home works. Also research on how to handle business.” You answered in between giggles. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head in disappointment, “I don’t think you understand what ‘relaxation’ and ‘vacation’ means.”

“I do! It’s just...I need them, to not disappoint mom and so dad could wake up with a company that’s still as great as before when he started it.” It felt silly saying those words, but despite the relaxation, you couldn’t help but still feel like your stomach has been twisted.

“Yu Y/n,” someone called for you, making you and Hendery face him. “Qian Kun...” The smile on your face faded slowly as you bowed to show respect for the successful young man. “No need to be formal with your fiancé, Y/n,” Kun smiled back at you and didn’t even bother glancing at Hendery.

“Oh...I haven’t agreed yet.” You say, half disgusted by the way he called you his fiancé. “We all know it’s going to end with our marriage, right? Anyways, I heard your going to a vacation so I thought maybe I could drop you and your assistant off on the way.” Kun offers, acting as a gentleman.

“Assistant? Listen here Ken I’m—”

You painfully nudge Hendery on the side so he would shut up and gave Kun a fake smile, “That would be wonderful, Kun. But we got everything handled. I don’t want to be burden to you, I’m sure you have plans. Please don’t waste your time with me.”

“Wasting time, seems familiar for you, right?” Kun’s eyes glimmered into something that you didn’t like. His tone was as if he was pointing something out, “Well then, I’ll get going. By the way, I’m Kun not Ken.”

“Never get married with that man, Ms. Yu. Ken’s just acting nice but I’m sure he’s a devil in disguise.” Hendery spat once the young business man left. You chuckled in a high pitch, determined to hide the guilt you suddenly felt. Kun’s right, what are you doing? You have a company to save, a mom that’s expecting, and a dad to not disappoint—and here you are, going on a vacation. A fucking vacation.

“Maybe this is all a bad idea, Hendery. Let’s go back—”

“Shhh! I told you, you need to relax to think. I’m going to leave all these home works and really, really, really heavy papers. We’re going on that vacation and I have a perfect plan!”

“I don’t know how to drive, you don’t own a car. My driver’s also on a break, and we just shooed Kun, who’s the only one with a car, away.” You snort. Hendery fished for his phone and started typing, making you confused and curious.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting my cousin. Trust me, Yangyang’s trustable...on some occasions, but yeah, don’t worry.” Hendery seemed hesitant in the middle part of his sentence. You gulped, kind of worried on who this Yangyang man is.

After a lot of waiting, a blue jeep parked a few meters away from where you and Hendery both stand. 

“Cuz! Long time no see, man!” Hendery smiled, pulling his younger cousin into a bro hug. “We saw each other last week.” Poor Yangyang replies, but hugs back anyways.

“Right. Here’s my boss, Yu Y/n. Y/n, this is Liu Yangyang, my baby cuz.” He grinned happily, dragging the boy towards your side. “Hello Yangyang,” you greet him politely and bow a bit. For a few seconds, Yangyang stared at you deeply with his beautiful dark eyes. His gaze was gentle yet stern, but it was enough for you to stare back at him, analyzing his features.

Like his cousin, Yangyang surely has the visuals. Messy brown hair covering his eyes, sharp jawline, lips looking kissable—he was a dream.

“Excuse us for awhile, princess.” Yangyang cuts of the staring contest that seems to happen in between the both of you. He drags Hendery by his collar and drags him just a few meters away from you.

“What the hell is happening? You called me in saying there’s some kind of emergency.”

“There really is an emergency!”

“I don’t see anyone injured or fire or anything. It’s just princess, bags, and you. No emergencies at all.”

“Oh please, Yang. I know you cut off Ms. Yu’s pictures in the magazine and paste them on your wall—oUCH!”

Yangyang pinches his cousin then turned around to glance at you. When you smile and wave at him, his cheeks turned slowly turned pink as he clears his throat and looked back to Hendery with a glare.

“We agreed never to speak of that ever again.”

“Listen, I don’t care of your stupid celebrity crush you have on my boss. But Y/n needs our help to relax right now. She’s really pressured and stressed.”

“Fine...fine.”

“Soo...?” You asked, actually really curious of what they talked about. “We’re going to that vacation using Yangyang’s car!” Hendery cheered on, already placing the bags on the trunk of the vehicle. “Yeah...my car....yey...” Yangyang mumbled, opening the door for you to enter.

You noticed how hesitant he was and placed your hand on top of his, squeezing it, “Are you sure? You don’t have too, it’s not really that important.”

Yangyang’s cheeks redden more as he pulled away from your touch almost immediately, awkward and stiff, “I-It’s alright.”

“As long as it’s for you, Ms. Yu, Yang’s alright with everything.” Hendery sing-sang in a teasing voice, already entering the passenger’s seat. “That’s really sweet, Yangyang. Thank you.” You smile at him and enter too. The boy closed the door for you and jogged towards the driver’s seat.

“Where too?”

“Anywhere, away from the Qian’s.”

With your response, Yangyang looked at you through the rear view mirror and looked back at the road, starting the car, “You’re the boss.”, he mumbled, a smile finally escaping his lips.

It was the first time he smiled around you. And his smile did a weird tug on your heart strings.

No one really knows where to go.

Hendery’s fast asleep on the passenger’s seat, his mouth open with evidences of dry saliva on the corners of his mouth. Yangyang continued driving, feeling really energetic for some reason. He couldn’t help but let his heart beat faster every second while glancing up the rearview mirror from time to time to check on you. It’s weird, but you got him more awake more then caffeine ever does.

Are you some witch? It seemed like you did some magic upon him. He licked his lips and then looked back at the mirror, seeing you fight your sleepiness.

Your eyes slowly drooping close, then you would open them back on when you realized you’re close in entering dreamland. You looked really cute, Yangyang must admit, better then your pictures in the magazines.

“You...could sleep for now.” Yangyang spoke those five words he rehearsed a million times in his head before telling you. He’s too nervous, and the silly celebrity crush he has on you wasn’t a good help at all.

“But you’ll be awake alone. It’s fine, I’m not that sleepy.” You lied, rubbing your eyes. “I’m fine, you should sleep, princess. This vacation is for you to relax anyways.” He still tried to convince you, changing gears at the same time. “Princess? Why do you call me that?” You ask suddenly, sitting up straight.

Yangyang’s heart dropped at your question. Suddenly, his mouth feels too dry for his liking because just how will he explain to you that he sometimes sleep hugging your framed picture in hopes of dreaming of you. “U-Uhhh...you...look like one.”

“Really? My dad used to say that too.”

He just nodded, not daring to speak once again.

The atmosphere was heavy and awkward. You drowning yourself in your childhood memories, and Yangyang cursing at himself repeatedly. He wanted to hit his head again and again on the steering wheel and murder Hendery for dragging him in this situation in the first place. Giving up, he decided to open the radio instead.

And then music played.

Good news is that the once heavy atmosphere turned lighter, but somehow, it turned more romantic (minus Hendery) and awkward—but maybe it’s just for Yangyang.

“I like the music, it’s cute.” You smile at it’s tone, humming along to it.

Yangyang tried to say it. He really did. He continued trying to hold himself when his mouth seemed like it had a mind of it’s own—

—“Yeah, just like you.”

Shit.

“Hendery never mentioned your really this flirty. First princess, now your telling me I’m cute?” You smirked softly, slightly amused when his cheeks, even his ears went red. Yangyang mumbled some words you didn’t quite catch on. He reached to turn off the radio, “It’s not cute.”

“So your saying I’m not cute too?”

“No—shit—you are cute—I’m going to shut up and you’re going to sleep.” Yangyang admitted defeat and grumbled bitterly. “Even your nose is red, by the way.” You laughed and settled in the backseat, closing your eyes.

“Hen—fucking—dery.” His whole face was red by this point. He glanced at his sleeping peacefully cousin and rolled his eyes.

“Oi, wake up. Wake up donky.”

Hendery groaned as his eyes fluttered open. The first thing he sees is a pissed looking Yangyang and then you behind his cousin, holding back giggles. “You drooled all over my car you fucker. You better pay for my carwash.” The younger man sighs deeply, fully standing up now that he had succeeded in waking the other up.

“Ms. Yu! How was the car ride? Did you enjoy it?” Hendery suddenly felt like he drank ten full cups of black coffee, aware that his boss is with them. “You call me Y/n then Ms. Yu the next second. Very impressive, Hendery.” Finally, you laughed. Seeing your happy state, he felt relieved you seem to be relaxing.

“Did you just hear what I said? You got all your germs on my ride. Seriously, Hendery?” Yangyang snickers. “Eat your shit, Yang,” Hendery talks back at him then looked around, “Where are we?”.

“Kilometers away from the city. At a gas station for a break.” Yangyang answered him, stretching his limbs and yawning. “Are you sleepy? You should’ve slept last night too.” You startled him, making the man jump from his place a bit.

“I-I’m fine, not really that sleepy.”

“Told you he’ll do anything for you, Y/n.” Hendery scoffs at his cousin’s obvious lie and climbs out the car. “Hendery could drive later. You should rest.” You worriedly said, slightly poking his arm. “Y-Yeah, I will.” Yangyang couldn’t stop himself from stuttering. God, your too beautiful for this world.

“I’ll be on the convenience buying us breakfast I guess.” Hendery took his wallet, ruffling his hair. “I could buy for myself—”.

“—Nonsense Ms. Yu! I’ll treat you for now!” He sheepishly smiles. “You know, you should stick on calling me in one name.” You shook your head at him, letting out a smile too. Yangyang watched as you and Hendery take care of each other, ticking off like a bomb for some reason, “I’m going to the comfort room if anyone cares.”

Except, no one seemed to hear what he said. Yangyang pushed his way in the middle of you and Hendery, hands both buried in the pockets of his hoodie.

When the cousins were gone, you took your phone and scrolled down on the texts of one and only, Qian Kun.

qian kun: When are you coming back?

qian kun: I took care of the meetings in Yu Company, you don’t have to worry.

qian kun: Just marry me and everything will be fine. We’ll divorce in the end anyways.

Why is he acting like a boss all of a sudden when your gone for just a week? The Qian’s may be a family friend, but their motifs are all unknown. Why would they want the marriage to happen so quickly?

No. The wedding isn’t the only solution for this. You need to find another way, now that you find Kun suspicious. You opened the file of all the debts Yu Company has made, trying in all your knowledge to analyze everything and compute for the current budget. “Fuck, this is impossible—”

“Yu Y/n! Why are you looking at that?! What happened to relaxation?!” Hendery shrieked, looking as if you betrayed him. Though you didn’t have time to care. “Hendery, I think the Qian’s has something to do with everything. Look, there’s a pattern of corruption and I—”

“Uh, uh, uh,” Hendery tutted, shaking his head and opened the palm of his hand, asking for you to give him his phone, “Relax.”

“But—”

“She’s got a point ya’ know. Qians are dirty players, a secret why they’re all so successful and rich.” Yangyang interrupted, sitting by the hood of his car. “M’kay that’s true. Ken doll and his family are acting really suspicious. But we had an agreement, Yu Y/n.” Hendery continued acting like a mother punishing her child.

“Anddd, he also has a point.” Yangyang interrupted once more, smirking at you.

You scowled at him, poking your tongue on the inside of your right cheek. Left with no choice, you passed your phone to your secretary and pouted. “Now that wasn’t hard, was it?” Hendery placed it in his pocket. Yangyang chuckled and rummaged through the plastic bags, passing you and his cousin some sandwiches.

“Hendery’s scary when he’s angry, trust me.” Yangyang suddenly started to talk to you, enjoying himself with his food. You were surprised he seemed to open up with you. Just yesterday and last night, you had a hard time talking to him with his constant short replies.

“Ignore him. He’s talkative when he’s sleepy.” Hendery ruffles the latter’s hair.

“Is he always that cold?”

“Not cold, just nervous. Yang’s been in love with you ever since.”

“Spilling secrets now, are we? Well then, I like Yu Y/n! Hah! Beat that secret!” Yangyang breathlessly confessed. Your cheeks turned red from his straightforwardness and looked away from the handsome man. “Did I also mention he acts drunk when he’s sleepy?” Hendery calmly drinks on his juice box, unbothered.

“Does he really…? Or is it just his sleepy side talking?”

“Do you know how he cuts your pictures out of the magazine and frame them?”

“…Creepy…”

Yangyang never wants to wake up ever again.

He kept his eyes shut tight even if his mind is now fully awake. Fuck, he just said he likes you so shamelessly—Yangyang knew him being on this road trip was a bad idea in the first place. What else does embarrassment have in stored for him the more he is around you?

“What time is it?” He heard you ask. “I think about 2pm, we have to make a quick stop for lunch. Oh and wake Yang up.” Hendery answers.

Wake him up?

“Yangyang…hey, wake up.” You gently shook his shoulder. Yangyang did as you said, slowly opening his eyes—not expecting your face to come first at view. “Having the time of your life, Yang? Y/n let you sleep at her lap.” Hendery laughed while driving.

“What—“ Yangyang didn’t get to finish his sentence when he suddenly sat up and hit his head by the roof of the car. “Shit, are you okay?” You laughed too, placing a hand on his head. He didn’t answer but instead covered his face with both his hands, “What shit did I pull on this time?”.

“Oh…nothing…” The tone on Hendery’s voice wasn’t trustable, “didn’t you remember?”.

“No.” Yangyang lied in a hiss, removing your hand off of him and sitting on the edge, creating a huge space in between the both of you. “Pull over there! I’ll buy the food this time, don’t stop me!” You giggled pointing at the fast food locating a the left side of the road. Hendery hummed and took the turn, finding for a parking.

Yangyang’s stomach growled loudly, and his ears turned pink. “What was that? Are you keeping a monster in there?” Hendery frowns in disgust. “The monster seem hungry.” You join his teasing. “Seriously, I regret being here.” The poor boy couldn’t handle it anymore, he whinnied enough for the two of you to laugh.

“Hey Y/n, watch me!” Hendery calls for your attention, throwing his fries up the air and catch it inside his mouth, smirking proudly. “Woah, that’s actually really cool.” You released a breath, truly amazed with the talent. Yangyang scoffed and drowned himself with coffee, grumbling under his breath, “Hendery? Cool? Doesn’t make sense. I’m the cool one.”

“You know we could hear you right? If your jealous Y/n likes me more then you, then just say so.” Hendery states, unimpressed and repeats his past actions. “I’m not—could you stop teasing me?”

“Are you both always like this?”, you ask, sipping on your caffeine. “You could say that.” Yangyang answered in a mumble, still really hesitant around you. “Really? I was never close to my cousins, they’re all successful people and they call me ‘brain dead’ just because they all know I can’t save Yu Company..”

The two cousins were quiet for a while, feeling pity for you. “Oh? I ruined the happy atmosphere, did I? Sorry.” You apologized, smiling weakly and drinking on the cup of coffee again to avoid their stares. “You know I hate being Hendery’s cousin too? Even my own mom loves Hendery more then me just because he works in your company and I work as a starving artist.”

It was the first time Yangyang would admit this stuff, usually, he would just stuff everything inside of him and kept it hidden from everyone. The only escape he has was the paintings he left back home.

Even Hendery looked taken back, “Really?”.

“Don’t think about too much, man. I’m kind of used to it. Besides, I love being under your shadows, thanks to it, my artworks are a hit.”

“Your an artist? That’s great! I want to see your works, please?” You begged him, pouting a bit. Yangyang scrolled down his phone and showed you pictures of his favorite masterpieces.

“Yang...I...I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m sorry...” Although the topic was changed, Hendery still seemed stuck. He was proud his little cousin continued to do the things he loves, but still, he didn’t intend on stepping on someone else. “Stop acting that way, Hen. It’s really weird see you like that. You look like a kicked donkey, I would edit you in a meme right now.” Yangyang cringed slightly at how stupid his cousin looks.

“Hey, It’s really nice that we all get to express our feelings. We all are a great trio.” You grin, trying to make Hendery smile. The boy finally let out a small chuckle, nodding along in agreement. “We should name our trio,” Yangyang suggests, a smile also growing from his lips.

“YUYA!” Hendery screams while raising both his hands, finally going back on his playful nature. “A what now?” You ask with furrowed brows in confusion.

“Sounds lame.” Yangyang commented.

“Yu and Yang.” He smirks, wiggling his brows making you and Yangyang blush furiously. “B-But that’ll only be me and Yang, where are you?”

“I’m and, the center of our group.”

“Pretty lame, but I kind of like it.” Yangyang clicked on his tongue then continued, “How about Yu and Yang’s slogan is ‘Qian’s are dirty players. Do not trust them’?”.

“I can’t believe that I actually like the name and the slogo of our trio.” You laughed too hard that you had trouble breathing. One hand placed on your stomach as tears gathered on the side of your eyes. Yangyang admired your happy figure, feeling as if time slowed down.

Hendery was the complete opposite though, forgetting you were his boss and took a couple of pictures to use as future blackmail.

And so, the Yu and Yang trio continued on their journey. Yangyang started to relax around you, teasing you more and bullying you when he gets the chance. You wouldn’t back down though, plotting your revenge every time.

And the revenge? Of course you would always bring up the celebrity crush he has on you and you would win every time. Hendery revealed the camera he bought in his bag and started to film everything with it. He was attached to it.

“3, 2, 1, Yu and Yang! Yu and Yang! Y/n’s Yu, I’m and, and Yangyang’s Yang! Woah I’m the center of our group, woah!” Hendery made silly lyrics, rapping them in a funny matter that made Yangyang let out a couple of laughs while driving, both hands on the steering wheel.

Hendery then turned the camera to you by the passenger’s seat, pushing the lenses on your face. “Yah! I have no make-up on, stop filming me!” You tried to speak in between giggles, covering your bare face. “Jeez, women and make-up really have a special bond boys will never understand.” Your secretary scoffs and smirks, not listening to you at all.

Yangyang shook his head at the two of you, nudging your side, “Hey look out the window, the view is to die for.”

So you did. Gasping out at nature’s beauty. Since no one really had a destination, the three of you decided to drive up a mountain to see the amazing view. Hendery presses his head on the window, also amazed with it. He made sure to capture everything by adding it to his mini film too.

“Stop the car, stop the car!”

“Okay, kid.” Yangyang jokes, glancing at his cousin’s excited look through the rear view mirror and then at you by his side and smiled to himself, feeling like flying up the clouds. When he parked the car at the side, the three of you stride towards where the view is best seen.

“I think I’m in love...” Hendery’s jaw dropped, taking in everything, the camera still in his hands.

You couldn’t speak, and you dared not too. The view was too beautiful that you know no words could describe it. Your really thankful for Hendery and Yangyang for bringing you up here, helping you relax and sort out your mind before you could make any sudden decisions.

“Thank you...so much...” You suddenly choke out, feeling too overwhelmed and caught in the moment. “Thank you Hendery for doing all these even if you don’t get paid for it. And thank you Yangyang, for sacrificing your car just to bring me here.”

“How sappy,” Hendery turned to you and smiled sincerely, “Aside from being my boss, your like a little sister to me—the kind that I didn’t knew I needed.”

“Plus, Hendery was right. I would...do...anything for you.” Yangyang rubbed the back of his neck, looking down the ground. You couldn’t help but smile too, flustered over his words. “I’m here too you know.” Hendery forces himself in between the both of you, wrapping his arms each on your shoulders and sighing in content.

“I think I’m ready.”

The two boys look at you.

“Dad’s going to be so proud.”

“He is, trust us.” Yangyang nods at you.

“Three, two, one—

Yu and Yang forever!”

The ride home was more fun, constant jokes being exchanged and all the goof was recorded with Hendery’s camera. You hope he’ll send it to you one day so you could cringe while watching how happy you look. The last time you remember laughing without any worries was years ago, with your family.

Now Yu and Yang is your second family.

It took two days for the three of you to reach the beautiful view and to learn secrets from one another. Now going back, it also took exactly the same days. Yangyang and Hendery took times in driving, not wanting for you to take their place and accidentally cause an accident.

“Pass your driving test first, Y/n.” Hendery would say when you feel bad and offer to drive instead. “Yeah, I know you have the money to pay the damages you’ll do to my car, but still.” Yangyang would make a side joke to make you feel lighten up and better.

“We’re here,” Yangyang whispered to Hendery, unbuckling his seatbelt and looking at the backseat to see you sleeping peacefully. The older one of the cousins leaned his back on the passenger’s seat, sighing deeply, “Yang, I owe you a lot of things.”

“What do you mean?” The latter chuckled a little from how serious Hendery looked.

“You helped me get into Yu Company even if it was your dream in the first place. I stole it. I’m sorry.”

Yangyang went silent for a few moments, enjoying the sound of rain drippling down the car’s window, “You didn’t steal it, Hendery. I realized I love art more then working under a company. Besides, it was only my dream because I have a huge crush on the Yu’s only daughter.”

They both shared laughs, but not enough to wake you up.

“Carry her, I’ll grab the stuffs.” Hendery pats Yangyang’s shoulder, putting his hood up and exiting the car. The younger man did as he told and opened the door to your side, eyes widening when your figure fell along. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, your head tucked perfectly on his chest.

“Y/n...Y/n, wake up, we’re here. Y/n? Princess?”

But no avail, you continued to be in deep sleep and snuggled further into him. Yangyang turned red as his heart started to sped up. The things you make him feel. Unbelievable.

Yangyang gave up in trying to wake you up, and took advantage of your deep sleep to place his hoodie on your head instead so you would be protected from the rain. He was getting wet, but he doesn’t really care right now—not when he has you in his arms like this. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be the last time he gets you like this.

“That’s her room.” Hendery points at the door when Yangyang enters your penthouse. He mumbled a quick thanks and safely laid you in the bed, tucking you in like a child and making sure you were comfortable. “Whatever your decision will be, I’m sure Mr. Yu will be so proud of you, Y/n. I hope you know that.” He whispered, caressing your cheeks a bit.

“I like you, a lot.” Yangyang confesses in a soft voice, “Good night Princess.”

He left with a full heart, now really grateful that Hendery had tricked him to join your vacation.

“You’re here early. You should’ve called me so I could pick you up.”

Kun enters your father’s office, where you are currently in—studying the debts of Yu Company. “I didn’t need too,” you mumbled out a reply, still not looking at him. The young business man leans towards your desk, towering over your figure, “Made any decisions yet, darling?”.

How dare he?

“Please don’t call me that. I don’t wish to continue on with the marriage.” You finally looked up to him, staring at him straight in the eyes. Kun’s smile faded, His gentle aura suddenly turned dark, “You don’t know what your doing.”

“That’s where your wrong Mr. Qian,” You smirk, standing up on the seat to be in face to face with him, “The vacation made me realize that I’ve been doing it all wrong. My father succeeded because he did his way of handling the company, and now I will do my own way of doing it.”

“Yu Company’s future will be dark, remember that. And it’s all going to be your fault.”

“I’m not afraid of taking risks anymore. I can do this even without your money.” The true color’s of Kun are showing, and your glad you weren’t manipulated with his fake suit. “You’ll regret this Ms. Yu, see you tomorrow at the meeting.” His voice was low and full of rage, he exits the office without turning back.

You released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, trying to compose yourself. Your not going to lie, his threats and stare intimidated you. Kun’s one smart man, and it’s going to be hard going against him.

Well, at least you know what the Qian’s are hiding now.

“May I please come in, Ms. Yu?” Hendery politely asks, knocking on the door. You look up to him and laugh slightly at how professional he suddenly is, “What’s up Hen? What’s with the sudden Ms. Yu?”

“I don’t know what your talking about,” Hendery pipped up with a smirk, walking over the desk and placing down papers, “But here are the papers you asked for. Anything else?”.

“Can you please cancel every schedule I have this afternoon? Oh and, drive me to Yang too. I have something to give him.” You gave him your best puppy eyes, feeling more at ease around him after the vacation. “Gosh, did I just become Cupid and bring two hearts into one?” Hendery placed a hand on his chest, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

A blush crept on your cheeks as you playfully glared at him, “Just...bring me to him.”

“Yes ma’am!”

“This is his place. You go, I’ll wait here. Oh and, take your sweet time.” Hendery continuous to tease the hell out of you. You punched his arm and giggled when he yelped in pain. Clutching on your bag tightly, you climbed out of the vehicle and stood in front of a small looking studio. Without wasting anymore time, you rang the doorbell.

But what you really didn’t expect was a topless Liu Yangyang to answer the door. He stared at your flustered face and raised a brow, waiting for you to explain why are you in front of his yard.

“U-Uh, h-hello,” your throat felt dry, and your eyes are struggling to stay in his face, gaze looking down on his defined chest to his abdomen before back up to his face, “I-I’m h-here t-too, u-uh, I-”.

Yangyang chuckled, finding you extremely cute right now, “My eyes are up here, princess.”

You looked away from him, avoiding his stare and passed him back the sweater he wrapped around you last night, “T-Take it.”

“Thanks.” The boy replied, taking it and moved away from the door, “Want to come in?”. Your heart fluttered and you didn’t understand why, entering the small place he called home. “It’s...so comfy here.” You compliment, looking around. “Thanks. I tried my best to decorate this junk.” He nods at you, grabbing a white shirt and wearing it right in front of you. Clearing your throat, you decided to ask, “Hendery said you have framed pictures of me, can I see?”.

“Make yourself at home.” Yangyang shrugged, striding to the kitchen to make drinks for the both of you. And so you did. You walked towards the room you assumed was his room, pushing the door open slowly just to gasp seeing that, in fact, Hendery wasn’t kidding at all.

There are framed pictures on the side table beside the bed, and some stuck on the wall.

“Creepy, am I right?” Yangyang didn’t know where he suddenly got the confidence when he used to keep himself meters away from you. But the moment he was able to open up, you also awakened something inside of him. “It is, but why do I feel...?”.

“Feel? What do you mean?”

You shook your head, turning to him to thank for the coffee he served you, “Oh yeah, I remember you paint, right? Can I see all your works in real life now? Pretty please!”. Yangyang laughed, “Alright, alright. Just don’t say pretty please ever again, please. Follow me.”

You smiled too and followed him like a little duckling following it’s mother. Yangyang took some keys from his pocket and opened a door that’s on the end of the small hallways. He glanced at you before opening the door, opening the lights. “Woah,” you didn’t know what to say except that Yangyang’s really one talented and gifted young handsome man.

“What? Am I supposed to be scared with that ‘woah’?” He guided you inside his art studio. “N-No. Everything looks perfect, Yang. It’s all really, really beautiful that I think I lost words.” You praised him. Yangyang blushed at this and ruffled his fluffy brown hair, licking his lips, “I’m doing a new artwork. It’s my favorite, wanna see it?”.

“Heck yeah.”

Yangyang hesitated to take your hand, but he did, then gently dragged you towards the huge canvas covered with a cloth.

“Ready?”

You nodded.

Yangyang then pulled the covers out, revealing his favorite artwork. “It’s...”, you smiled too widely, your teeth showing and your jaw hurting. “Yep. It’s me, you, and Hendery. Yu and Yang.”

“Oh my god, you drew exactly how I remember it was.” You exclaim, fingers delicately tracing every lines and curve of the masterpiece. “Really? I thought it looked bad.” The man behind you clicked on his tongue, crossing his arms over his chest.

It was a drawing of Yu and Yang by the view, laughing all together, side by side.

“I mean, I could kiss you just so I could prove that it’s really wonderful.” At this point, you didn’t know what you were saying. Suddenly, you felt a chest pressed fully on your back, and a hot breath by your ear. 

“Why don’t you?” Yangyang whispered.

When you turned around, you were met with his soft lips. The kiss was gentle yet firm, soft but passionate. Yangyang’s left hand rested on the small of your back while his other hand cups your jaw, deepening the kiss. You know your soaring through the clouds, but your not entirely sure. It was your first kiss, and you liked it more then you should have. 

Yangyang was the first one who pulled away slowly, his eyes still closed as he could still feel the sensation of your addicting lips against his. “We should do that again..” He breathed out, chuckling. You didn’t need to be told twice, throwing both your arms around his neck and smashing your lips on his once again. 

He couldn’t believe it. He’s here, with you, not only with you—but he’s kissing you! And your kissing him back! Oh, how Yangyang could die of happiness right now. 

“Hey...”

He hummed at your call, caressing your hair and looking down at his chest to look at you through hooded eyes. “I’m scared tomorrow.” You admitted, finally letting out the thought that’s been bothering you a lot. Yangyang shifted on his place and gently sat you up beside him at the small couch he has inside the art studio, studying your face features and smiling, “Why princess? Your dad will be there, so will your mom, Hendery, and don’t forget me. I’ll come tomorrow for you, so don’t be scared. If Ken doll decides to hurt you, I’ll step on him.”

You know he was joking, but his words did calm you a bit, “Yu and Yang, forever.”

“Forever.”

It was unsettling, and once again, you felt like a lost child with all the attention at you.

A child that did not know what to do, a child that’s easy to manipulate, a child that’s too weak. 

Second thoughts entered your mind once you were faced with the stakeholders, reporters everywhere, Kun by the corner, and your hoping mother beside him. 

What if you are wrong? What if marrying Kun really is the only solu—

“Go Yu!” Hendery cheers loudly from behind the crazy crowds, carrying a huge banner of a badly edited photo of you with a caption of ‘Yu and Yang Forever’. With him, stands Yangyang who looked embarrassed by his cousin’s antics, but nods at you anyways. 

Memories of yesterday flashed by your eyes—the kiss, the painting, oh god, the kiss. 

On cue, your cheeks flushed different shades of pink as you smiled at the both of them and looked away. 

“Dear, it’s not too late,” your mother pleaded, gently cupping your right cheek, “this is the only thing that your father left for us.” 

“Trust me on this mom, I know I can do this.” 

“Remember, this is all on you, Y/n. Mom’s right, it’s not too late. I’ll wait for you.” Kun’s eyes were full of mischievous but his voice was sickly sweet. “No...no, I think I could handle my family’s company well.” You eye back at him. 

“Does Y/n have a chance?” Yangyang asks his cousin, his chest tightening seeing how you and Kun talk to each other about something that looks heated. “Honestly? No,” Hendery worriedly says, “Unless a miracle comes. The worst thing that could happen right now is that the whole country would find Y/n immature and close the company forever.”

Yangyang looked at him with widened eyes. “That’ll break her.” 

“It will. But if Y/n’s confident, then we should believe in her.” 

After a few more minutes, you were finally called in the middle of everyone. the cameras in front of you won’t stop flashing, but you aren’t going to let this opportunity go. 

“Good afternoon, I am Yu Y/n, the daughter of CEO Yu and the only heir next to the company. Today, I am here to clarify the rumors,” You let out a shaky breath, flipping the file in your hands, “I-I’m...it is true that...the Y-Yu Company is...uhh,” your throat felt too dry. Your hands started shaking as you glance at your anxious mother and amused Kun. 

“I...”

“Ms. Y/n, is it true that instead of taking care of Yu Company, you went into a vacation instead?” A reporter asks, causing a lot of whispers to break through. “What? No—, w-well y-yes, but—”. 

“And is it true that you have cheated on your fiance, Qian Kun, with an artist named Liu Yangyang?” 

“Cheated? I would never do such thing!” 

“What’s going on?” Yangyang jolts up his seat, his eye brows furrowed together. “Oh no, this is exactly what I’m afraid of,” Hendery groans, slowly placing his banner down. “We need to help her.” 

You felt too lost, questions were being thrown at you and you didn’t know what to answer anymore. You thought you already prepared yourself with everything and even called the press to clear the rumors—but now you understand that no matter how much you try, you really can’t save Yu Company just like how your father did. 

Slowly taking steps back, your eyes started to sting. But when you looked right back at the crowd, Yangyang had a bond paper up with a written message on it. The handwriting was bad, probably because he wrote in a hurry, but you were able to understand it.

Be you, not your father. - Yu and Yang

A small gasp left your parted lips, you squint your eyes at the message. 

Yu and Yang. 

Nine letters, file #9. 

Be you, not your father. 

Don’t be fooled by the Qian’s dirty trick, believe in yourself and on what you stand on. 

The fear written all over your face was replaced with a grin as you now faced the reporters with more confidence, “Yes, I did go on a vacation with my close friend, Hendery and his cousin Yangyang. But rest assured, I never abandoned Yu Company in any way. Qian Kun has never been my fiancé—”

“—that is absurd!” Mrs. Qian stands up with a loud squeak, pointing a finger at you, “You cheated on my son and couldn’t even run the company properly!”. 

“He isn’t and never will be. I never agreed in the first place. Here, I am holding the file my father has kept locked in his desk for years,” You showed the file to the camera and smiled at how pale Mr. Qian suddenly looked. 

You turned the folder to file #9 and your eyes widened seeing how many evidences are there hidden. “Yu Company...was never bankrupt..?”. 

Once again, reporters turned crazy and even your mother was taken back. She stood up from her seat. You scanned the paper and dryly chuckled, having a hard time believing what you were just discovering. “Isn’t it weird that the amount the Qian’s just deposited the same amount of money the Yu Company lost on the same date my father suddenly felt ill?”. 

“Ms. Yu,” Kun this time also stood up from his seat, also alerted. But before he could come near you, Hendery was already in front of him with a raised brow, “Uh, I don’t think so buddy. Stay put of I’ll ruin your ken plastic face.” Glaring at him, Kun had no choice but to sit back. 

“Methyl iodine poisoning is a rare clinical practice, isn’t it? And Kun’s cousin, Dong Sicheng is a known doctor in China.” 

“Y/n! I demand you to stop now!” Your mom orders you in a stern voice. 

“Why so defensive, mom? The Qians would have never had an access in Yu Company if there’s no inside person.” There were tears forming in your eyes. You prayed to all the gods and goddesses out there that the file wasn’t true—that the inside person you were talking about isn’t the one you had in mind. 

Your mother turned silent, her breathing gotten uneven. 

“You were working with the Qians and tried to kill dad...Mom...what the fuck? Why would you do that?! Why would you ruin our family?!” You scream, loosing it. You wanted to march over her and grab her shoulders. Everyone inside the room was going crazy from all they heard. Yangyang holds your arm, holding you back before you could loose any control you had inside your body. “How could you?!”

“Your dad was a selfish man, okay?!” Your mom shouts, the whole truth finally showing. “He wasn’t that of a perfect husband. He never wanted to give me the company just because he thinks he could handle everything himself, so I had no choice. I thought you’ll be the good girl you are and would listen to me.”

“He wasn’t perfect but he loves us! Mom, I—” You cried out, balling your fists tightly as you break down. Yangyang hugs you close to his figure and glares at your mom, “Mr. Yu was never selfish, you’re the selfish one.” 

“Oh please, so you’re superman now? Tch. You’ll always be behind the shadows of Hendery. And by the way, you and my daughter will never be a match. She was born with a golden spoon and you? I don’t think you even have a spoon.” She scoffs, placing both her hands on her hips. 

“Ms. Yu, you’re under arrest for attempted murder,” A police officer comes just in time, along with others to arrest Qian Kun and his parents. 

All this time, you were living a pure lie. The happy family you had wasn’t happy at all. You’re father’s sick, and your mother was all behind everything. 

“Yang...”, you whisper, clutching on his shirt. “I got you,” Yangyang whispers back, letting you bury your face on his chest as he tries to shield you from every flashing camera. 

1 YEAR LATER

“Hey dad!” You enthusiastically greeted your father, kissing him in the cheek. Your dad continued to sit still in his wheel chair, but he did try to move his head towards you and make out a small smile. Although he couldn’t move or speak much, your still thankful he opened his eyes a week after the whole press incident. 

You sigh and kneel on the floor beside his wheel chair, holding his hand, “How are you? Are you properly taking your meds? You better dad or else I’ll scold you!”, you laugh at your own joke and squeeze his hand after. “The company’s fine, I actually can’t believe Hendery’s doing good in managing everything. He’s better then me!”. 

After everything that happened, you knew that the company would be better in someone’s else’s hands. Besides, Hendery knows more about Yu Company more then you do. He’s the one who told Yangyang about what to write on the bond paper a year ago. He knew about everything after investigating quietly. So long story short—you let him lead. 

“I’m so happy you’re here, dad.” You say, kissing his knuckles with a tear slowly falling down his eyes. You chuckle and wipe it gently, “Don’t cry or else I’ll cry...”

“Ms. Yu, I’m sorry to interrupt, but would you like to walk your father around the garden?” Your father’s personal nurse, Yoo Jimin, asks with a sweet smile. “Yeah, thanks Jimin. You know, for taking care of my dad. I owe you a lot.” You smile back at her and remove the break on the wheelchair. 

“No problem, Ms. Yu. Besides, Hendery’s kinda cute...” 

You smirk, pretending that you didn’t hear about her little crush on your dear old friend before rolling the wheel chair out the house and into the garden. 

“You’re probably wondering how me and Yangyang are, right?” You ask your father, staring at the sunset in front of you. Your dad tried to hum in agreement, but it more sounded like a groan. You giggle and lean down to hug him from behind his neck, “he’s really sweet, dad. Don’t worry, he’s taking care of me so much. Just a year ago, he was just Hendery’s cousin, but now he’s my boyfriend. Unbelievable, right, dad? But I’m thankful they forced me out on that vacation in the first place.” 

The sunset was beautiful, and it reminded you so much of the one you saw with Hendery and Yangyang. 

They were right—no matter how many papers you study or how many times you married any rich business man, you might have never learned the truth. The key was you all along. You didn’t have to rule just like your father, you just had to be you. 

The real you. 

Yu and Yang forever. 

Red.

All Xiaojun could see is Red. 

To have the person who dragged him all the way to some stupid reunion party against his will to abandon him in the first five minutes with the pathetic excuse of "I'll go grab us some drinks" only to never return back to his aid had Xiaojun boil with anger. 

To have you smiling and laughing, clinging and grasping at a man he's never seen before is Infuriating. 

To see you so smitten by a guy other than Xiaojun had him seeing crimson with comically visible smoke coming out of his ears, arms shaking, jaw set rigid with palms growing moist from all the clenching and unclenching. 

Xiaojun felt yellow. 

He felt insecure at how the man before you just seemed to be much to your taste. 

He felt unsure of whether or not he should risk walking up to you and talk the talk he'd wanted to let out since the day you stood up for the lad. And inevitably, and much to his pleasure, stood by him in the process till date. 

He felt that maybe, just maybe, he's not worthy of having a girl as astounding as you. And all that sliver of hope he'd held onto only seemed to be slipping away from his grasp. 

Xiaojun felt blue. 

The dreading feeling that he'd lose all that the two of you built until where your relationship stands today with a single mistake bubbles inside of him. 

Watching you from afar with a man potentially your dream guy just made him feel blue. Numb, and as though a part of him was slowly chipping away. 

The immense feeling of sheer sadness had him want to turn on his heels and back out to what he thinks "get out of your way" and to prevent further breakage of his heart. 

Until he saw red again. 

Watching you throw yourself at this stranger, arms tightly wrapped around the bastard's waist, hips joint, with his hands running through the soft curls of your tresses, "who does he think he is?" 

How entitled must this man think he is to expand the white between the two of you? You and Xiaojun were meant to be and he'd only flick your head and call you stupid if you ever said otherwise. 

Eyebrows furrowing as Xiaojun followed each of your actions. How your chin tucks and you hide your face in this 'dream bastard's' chest, arms idly resting on his torso, your hair covering your face from all the moving around. He kept watching you;

Until your gaze met. 

Time seemed to stand still, in a much cliché fashion. Seeing the expressionless look on his face seemed to have clicked the power on button somewhere in your head.

You'd unintentionally abandoned the man you promised you wouldn't. 

Almost as though Xiaojun could see the wheels turning inside your head, he sneers at you, immediately turning around to walk into a corner the moment he saw you approaching him through the crowd filled with hookers, stoners, and people too bored for their own good. 

"Jun, wait up!" 

He could hear your shrill voice call out to him the moment he rounded a turn. He didn't turn, however, mind clouded red, crimson and ebony with jealousy, envy and all mixed emotions, he felt dizzy. 

You catching up to him only seemed to worsen his dizziness, "Jun! I-i'm so sorry i forgot about you, it's just my b-" 

"Forgot about me, huh?" Xiaojun's voice comes gruff, hoarse from the inadequate usage. He doesn't bother turning around to look at you, wouldn't have done much anyways, the lighting of the area so dim, he can barely make out your silhouette. 

Besides, his vision is clouded with black, wouldn't have done much anyways. 

"No no, not forget forget about you! I just got caught up with my b-" 

"boyfriend? Y/n, are you oblivious to not know how  I feel? Am I vague? Oh I'm sorry, am I not obvious enough?" Through the darkness, you could see Xiaojun's shoulder shake, his tone strained, his head hung low, avoiding your gaze the closer you got. "Jun, what are you talking about?" 

You seemed to be feeling grey, confused. 

"Your boyfriend, Y/n." 

"Jun, boyfriend-!" "I like you damn it!" you flinch as he abruptly turns around, the red building inside him so rapidly that it inevitably ends up exploding.

"You know I like you, no, I love you. Why else would you have been waltzing around acting like a pliant, docile girlfriend?" The grey intensifies within you the faster Xiaojun talks quick strides towards you. 

Your silence and the unconscious stepping back seemed to plant a seed of yellow within him again. "You led me on. You seemingly ignored my feelings. Because you obviously know I like you, don't you?" The red appears again, mixing with the intense yellow, blending into a terrific orange as Xiaojun closes the space between the two of you with newfound confidence. 

"You like me.." you whisper, your palms pressing onto the greasy wall behind you where Xiaojun had you cornered, your eyes shaking in ecstasy. He likes you, no. He loves you.

"You need to a whole 'nother level of airhead if you think i view you merely as a friend-" Somewhere in your head, you know he's talking to you, but his voice seems to numb out in the beautiful crimson that's taking over your heart, with a slight mix of elegant yellow and purple so faint it could come off as violet. "You like me!" you look up at him. 

"-Yes, Y/n, keep up god damn! But do you care? Of course not! You go get yourself a boyfriend while i wallow in self pity-" 

"Oh god you like me!" you bounce with all the vibrant colors swirling inside you, your arms lifting up to wrap around the lads neck, who jumps at the unexpected action, looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and slight fury.

"Does it matter, Y/n? Your boyfriend's probably looking for you now-" 

"Jun, what are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend!" you pull him down to be leveled with you, looking him intensely in the eye as you watch the familiar grey dominate his irises. 

"Th-Then, that man you were all over..? You cannot possibly tell me he's not your boyfriend" he seems to be fighting to hold onto the red fury as it slowly turns into a rosy flush. "The man I was all over..?" you question seemingly to yourself, as the wheels turn  in your head once again until the entire process comes to an abrupt halt at the realization hitting you. 

"Jun, that's my brother! My cousin!" 

The look on the lad's face is so incredulous that you break out into a cheshire grin, "you were jealous of my brother?" you giggle, as you playfully punch at his chest which deflates as he radiates bright crimson, skin heated. 

"o-okay brother. brother, alright. Though, I still don't stand a chance, do i?" Xiaojun questions, stammering with embarrassment while being overcome with a sudden sense of blue. Sure you didn't have a boyfriend, doesn't change the fact that you're way out of his league. 

You stare into his eyes, hoping that would somehow convey the answer to his question, but the more you just look at him, the more the light in his eyes seems to dim out. 

Offering him a soft smile, which he doesn't seem to notice, you catch him off guard when you lift his head up, tilting it while pressing your lips onto his ever so gently. Providing a soft peck as you sigh in ecstasy. 

You let your lips linger a little longer, silently pouring out your heart into the soft action of affection before hesitantly pulling away. 

"Does that answer your question?" your gentle voice pulls Xiaojun out of his haze. 

You kissed him. You like him. He stands a chance with you. 

That seems to snap the last bit of self restraint in him as he captures your lips once again with much fervor. Molding his lips with yours, all signs of softness thrown out of the window as his hands circle your hips, pulling you flush against him. 

The feeling of your heat encircling him makes him groan into the kiss, making a wave of shock run through your spine. The hairs on your hand standing proud as you play with the hair at the back of his neck, pulling at it. 

Biting down on your lips, Xiaojun positively earns a moan from you. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into yours, easily dominating your tongue as you slowly, subconsciously start grinding against him, making him squeeze tight at your hips. 

"I.. Love you.. Jun" you say in between the kiss as his hands travel further south, groping at your ass, pulling you in, supporting your grinds on his crotch.

"Fuck.." he sighs at the words, slithering wet kisses from your lips to the edge of your lips, moving onto the jaw before choosing to nip at the skin, "say it again, doll" he rasps onto your neck, while his hands sneakily makes its way under the flimsy material of your skirt, thumbing at your growing wetness while staring intently at you, silently asking for the green flag to proceed.

"I.. I love you. I love you, Xiaojun!" you nod at him while pouring all your adoration onto the lad, you'd waited too long for the two of you to take it slow from now on forth. 

Xiaojun moves your panties to the side, immediately finding the bundle of nerves, pressing nimbly onto your clit, basking in your little whimpers and shakes. 

He wastes no time to draw figure eights onto the sensitive bud, cooing at you while marking his territory on your neck, your jaw, the naked skin of your shoulders and collarbone, exposed by the off shoulder top you'd chosen for the evening. 

"I love you, too, princess. You've no idea how long I've waited for this moment." he moans onto your neck while sliding in a slender digit into your wet cavern. 

You grow frantic, soaking in all the emotions Xiaojun is pouring onto you with his actions and words, being pulled close to your high, embarrassing faster than you'd appreciate.

"You've no idea how many times I'm imagined taking you until all you can remember is my name, not even yours" he starts moving his digits after fitting in another one of his long fingers, the slick pouring out of your cunt pooling onto his palms as your moans come out as squeals. Your brain is hazing with a pleasant pink, blue and red. All of the emotions overwhelming you.

"You look gorgeous, doll face" he kisses softly at the side of your lips when you start clenching around his fingers, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap.

"J-Jun.." you sigh, face flush with content, legs shaking, your form only being held up by his strong grip, his intense gaze making you feel so small, so vulnerable, all the tell-tale signs of your orgasm nearing you present as he accelerates his fingers, clearly catching onto the fact that you'd come undone any second. 

"You gonna come for me, pretty? Am I making you feel good?" he grunts while nibbling at the lobe of your ears, digits moving so fast inside your calls that you can hear the squelching obscene voices of your walls over the loud music playing in the background, his palm constantly rubbing against your clit. 

"Feel's so g-good, Jun.." You grip onto his forearm to keep you grounded as your orgasm washes over you. Your jaw slacks as you convulse around his fingers. Xiaojun cooing praises into your ears as he helps you ride out your orgasm, pulling you into a kiss as you push his fingers away when he slowly drives you into overstimulation. 

"Fuck, you're perfect." he stares at you with adoration while you catch your breath. Forcing yourself to step out of your daze. You smile shyly until it turns into a sly smirk as you move your hands to grab at his painfully evident dent, slowly rasping out as you move closer to him,

"Your place or mine?"