Xiao Zhan stretched his arms lazily as the spring sun filtered through the window. His omega scent filled the small dorm room faintly with chamomile and honey—warm, soothing, just like him. He glanced over at the man sprawled on the couch with his laptop, sharp eyes focused on business reports instead of their weekend date.

“Wang Yibo,” Zhan pouted, hugging a pillow as he leaned against the bedframe. “You promised me a movie night. Don’t tell me you’re gonna ditch me again for work.”

Yibo didn’t even look up, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “I’m not ditching you. Just finishing this last report. Give me ten minutes.”

Zhan rolled his eyes dramatically, his lips curving into a teasing smile. “Ten minutes in Wang Yibo language means one hour. Minimum.”

Finally, Yibo’s lips twitched. He closed the laptop with a soft click and stood, stretching his lean frame. “Fine. You win. What movie do you want this time? Don’t say another tragic romance, Zhan ge. I can’t handle watching you cry for two hours again.”

“I don’t cry,” Zhan defended, cheeks heating. “I just… get emotional.”

Yibo chuckled, walking over and sitting beside him. His alpha scent—clean, sharp, carrying hints of sandalwood—washed over Zhan like a blanket. Without asking, Yibo pulled him into his lap. “You cry. And then you cling to me like a koala until you fall asleep. Not that I’m complaining.”

Zhan’s ears turned red, but he hid it by burying his face against Yibo’s neck. “You’re mean. I should find a boyfriend who won’t bully me.”

The words were playful, but Yibo stiffened for a second, his arms tightening around Zhan’s waist. His voice was low, almost growling. “Don’t joke about that. You’re mine, Xiao Zhan.”

Zhan froze, then smiled softly, his heart flipping at the possessiveness in Yibo’s tone. He loved this side of him—the cold, composed Alpha Wang Yibo who turned into a clingy, protective boyfriend only for him.

“Okay, okay, I’m yours,” Zhan whispered, pressing a light kiss to Yibo’s jaw. “Forever.”

Yibo exhaled, relief flickering across his face before he softened, kissing Zhan’s forehead. “Forever.”

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The movie played in the background, but Zhan barely paid attention. He sat curled against Yibo, stealing popcorn, giggling whenever Yibo muttered comments about the plot.

Halfway through, Zhan spoke quietly. “Yibo… do you ever think about the future?”

Yibo hummed, eyes still on the screen. “What part of the future?”

“Us,” Zhan whispered. “Where we’ll be in five years. Ten years.”

That finally got Yibo’s full attention. He turned Zhan’s chin so their eyes met. His gaze was steady, certain. “In five years? You’ll still be here. With me. No matter where I am, what I’m doing—you’ll be beside me.”

Zhan’s heart stuttered. His lips curved into a shy smile, though a shadow of doubt flickered in his eyes. “Even if your ex comes back?”

Yibo’s brow furrowed. “Meng Ziyi?”

Zhan nodded silently. He hated the insecurity in his own voice, but it slipped out before he could stop it.

Yibo cupped his face, firm. “Listen to me, Zhan ge. That’s in the past. You’re my present. You’re my future. No one can change that.”

Zhan blinked rapidly, hiding his emotions with a playful laugh. “You sound cheesy, CEO Wang. Are you sure this isn’t part of your business negotiations?”

Yibo smirked, leaning down until their lips were just a breath apart. “Do I need to sign a contract to prove it?”

Zhan pushed him lightly, laughing, before Yibo captured his lips in a kiss—slow, sweet, full of unspoken promises.

When they finally pulled apart, Zhan rested his head against Yibo’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. For that moment, he allowed himself to believe in forever.

But somewhere deep inside, a tiny seed of fear lingered—what if forever wasn’t enough?

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The afternoon sun slanted through the tall glass windows of the Wang Corporation lobby, casting long streaks of gold across the marble floor. Xiao Zhan stepped inside, balancing a tray of coffee and snacks he had picked up for Yibo and his assistants.

As he walked past, employees greeted him warmly.

“Good afternoon, Xiao-ge.”

“You’re here to see President Wang again?”

Zhan smiled, cheeks pink. “Mn, just delivering energy for your overworking boss.”

He entered the elevator, humming softly. Being with Yibo—even in small ways like bringing him coffee—made him happy. It felt like he belonged not only in Yibo’s heart but in his world.

But when the elevator doors slid open to Yibo’s private floor, Zhan froze.

Standing in front of Yibo’s office door was a woman in an elegant white dress, her beauty polished and sharp. Her perfume—sweet, strong, overwhelming—cut through the air like a blade.

Meng Ziyi.

Zhan’s heart sank instantly.

The woman who once held Yibo’s hand, the woman he had seen in old photos, the woman who always seemed like a ghost lingering between them.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” Zhan asked, his tone polite but tight.

Ziyi’s eyes flicked over him, assessing. Then a faint smirk curled her lips. “You must be Xiao Zhan. I’ve heard about you.”

Zhan swallowed, clutching the tray tighter. “And you are?”

She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly. “Meng Ziyi. Yibo’s first love.”

The words hit like ice. Zhan’s grip on the coffee almost slipped.

Before he could respond, the office door opened, and Yibo appeared. “Zhan ge? What are you—”

Then his eyes landed on Ziyi. He froze, expression unreadable.

“Yibo,” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with familiarity. “It’s been a long time.”

Zhan’s stomach twisted. Yibo didn’t answer right away. He looked caught—confused. And to Zhan, it was enough to plant a seed of doubt.

“Why are you here?” Yibo finally asked, his tone cold.

“I came back from overseas,” Ziyi explained, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wanted to see you. And maybe… start over.”

Zhan felt his blood run cold. Start over?

The silence stretched. Yibo glanced at Zhan, then at Ziyi. For the first time, he didn’t have an immediate answer.

Zhan forced a smile, though his heart cracked. “I… I’ll leave these here.” He set the tray on the desk, his hands trembling just slightly. “You two… catch up.”

“Zhan ge—” Yibo started, reaching out.

But Zhan stepped back, avoiding his touch. “It’s fine.” His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed him—shimmering with hurt.

He left before Yibo could stop him.

Zhan walked quickly down the hall, chest tight, mind spiraling. He hated this feeling—the reminder that no matter how much Yibo said he loved him, Meng Ziyi had once been part of his life. A part Zhan could never erase.

What if Yibo regrets choosing me? What if he still feels something for her?

He blinked rapidly, not wanting to cry in the middle of Wang Corporation.

Inside the office, Yibo turned to Ziyi, irritation flickering across his face.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

“Why not?” she asked, her voice low and persuasive. “You and I—we have history. We were perfect together once.”

“That was years ago,” Yibo snapped. “I’ve moved on.”

Her smile was bittersweet. “Have you? You didn’t deny it when I said I wanted to start over. That silence says more than you think.”

Yibo’s jaw tightened, but before he could reply, he glanced toward the door Zhan had disappeared through. His chest ached.

I need to explain to him. Before it’s too late.

Later that night, Zhan sat on his dorm balcony, staring at the city lights. His phone buzzed with Yibo’s messages.

Yibo: Where are you, Zhan ge?

Yibo: I’m not interested in her. You’re the one I love.

Yibo: Please answer me.

Zhan held the phone tightly, tears threatening to spill. He wanted to believe Yibo. He wanted to trust him.

But Meng Ziyi’s words echoed in his head: “Yibo’s first love.”

And deep down, Zhan feared that first loves were the ones people never truly let go.

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