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Wang Yibo sighed as the filming had finally wrapped up for the night. He was exhausted, not physically, because he was getting used to the heavy robes of Lan Wangji and their long filming hours; but he was exhausted mentally. Today had been rough. He was forced to sit in on a livestream with a bunch of people bashing him on his birthday, abusing him behind the mask of anonymity of social media. Some people were really a bunch of sick fucks, and he just couldn't fathom on why or how they were still allowed to exist in the universe.
So it really surprised him when Zhan-ge started to shout a count down, and in his elation, and as per their routine, he started to hit him with Lan Wangji's bellowing sleeves. Xiao Zhan then chased him around with a bug, which was gross, but he had to admit that he was secretly happy. He knew that Xiao Zhan had found what had happened earlier that day, and this was his (twisted but kind) way of distracting him that was just so Xiao Zhan. And he was really glad that Xiao Zhan decided to do this for him.
After they tired each other out from running around, the cast gave him presents after presents. Zhan-ge even got him a new helmet, which he would definitely use in next year's race because he had a feeling that the helmet would be bringing him good lucks in more ways than one.
When it was time to cut his cake, his mood had improved significantly, and all his wariness from the day catastrophe had been mostly forgotten. He even managed to joke to want to cut his cake with Bichen (although it wasn't really a joke, he really wanted to use Bichen to cut it because he really thought that it would be super fun that way), but everyone else, as always thought that his brilliant idea was a bad idea instead. Yibo pouted, the people around him really did not know how to have fun.
After the cakes had been distributed and ravished, after he had even managed to sneak Xiao Zhan another slice; Xiao Zhan tugged at his sleeve and dragged him to the rooftop.
"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it, Lao Wang?" he had asked while admiring the full moon above them. Wang Yibo, however, had not looked at the moon for more than a second, because sitting beside him was a sight much more beautiful than the moon. A very handsome profile, with sculpted nose and high cheekbones, sharp jaw and plump lips, long fluttering eyelashes and eyes clearer and brighter than anything he had ever seen in his life was before him. And Yibo wanted.
He wanted, and he longed for this moment to never end, to be able to spend the rest of his life at this moment, because there was never anything more beautiful and sweeter than this.
"What I chose at 21, I will still persist until I am 81," Yibo had blurted out, and Xiao Zhan's expression immediately changed.
"Yibo.."
"I meant it," Yibo insisted as he locked his eyes with Xiao Zhan's.
"This.. We should talk about it after filming ends. When we do not have to be Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji anymore," Xiao Zhan had said as he began to climb down the rooftop. Yibo followed close, always one step behind. It had hurt, but he hoped that there was a day where he could start walking alongside Xiao Zhan, instead of only ever chasing after his shadow.
When they finally reached their hotel rooms, Xiao Zhan stopped at Yibo's door, surprising him.
"Happy birthday again, Lao Wang. I hope that things would only get better from now. It's not much, but I hope this would bring you luck," Xiao Zhan said as he handed him a box. But before Yibo could open it, Xiao Zhan had already disappeared behind his own hotel room door.
Yibo shrugged and entered his room. Once he had locked everything, turning on the light in the hallway, and setting up CCTV5 at volume 3, he opened the box.
It was a necklace, an oxhead, his birth horoscope. A wide grin spread across his lips and he vowed to never take it off of his person unless absolutely necessary, or unless the person who had given it to him told him to do so.
That had been two years ago. He was 23 now and life had changed dramatically, for the better. He was now an engaged man, and he would be soon spending his fiance's first birthday as an engaged couple, together. Yibo grinned as he thought about the vow he had made two years and two months ago. He felt that he needed to renew a certain vow.
So he did.
He had planned for this, as he had set up his team's last performance to be titled THE END GAME, zui hou yi zhan (the last battle), which was broadcasted live two days before his fiance's birthday.
And then a day before his fiance's birthday, because said fiance would definitely skin him alive if he had posted it on the birthdate itself, for being way too obvious, he repeated his oath from two years ago.
"What I chose at 21, I will still persist until I am 81," Yibo had typed on his YIBO-OFFICIAL account, and then told his assistant who actually managed the account to make it acceptable enough to post. He grinned as he turned off his phone and collapsed in his bed. It had been a good day, Yang Kai had won, and his team had emerged victorious despite all the shitstorm the show had shoved upon everyone.
If anyone asked why 81, he would answer that it was because that was the average lifespan of a human. If anyone could think about rearranging 21 and 81 to 1821, or Yibo ai ni, no one but himself and his fiance had to know.
Wang Yibo closed his eyes as he drifted off to sleep. When his gege would yell at him and asked if he was a human tomorrow, that was his tomorrow's problem.