2 Works by yebobo
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It was a repetitive routine, always the same one. Always by the Hakodate-line; the same carriage number, in the very same seat. Nothing ever changed since the first time. The same station, the same exit. Xiao Zhan always walked fast without any hesitation, never wandering around.
And he always watched as that man disappeared up the escalator.
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The only proof of any of it ever happening was the lingering sting in Yixing’s chest that wouldn’t dissipate until morning came.
Though the butterflies never really left.
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Yixing's heart struggled to leave the past while Sehun held his hand all through it without questions.