The Answer to Dd's Confession
*—After the final shoot of The Untamed—
The final wrap party was loud, full of laughter, flashbulbs, and celebratory clinking glasses. But amidst the noise, Xiao Zhan couldn't hear anything.
Because inside his chest, his heart was roaring.
The filming of The Untamed was officially over. No more scripts, no more scenes. No more excuses to stay near Wang Yibo every single day. The world they built as Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji was over.
And yet…
There he was.
Wang Yibo. His Yibo.
Leaning quietly against the railing on the balcony, sipping something warm as the party raged behind him.
Xiao Zhan's fingers clenched around the small box in his pocket.
It wasn't much. Just a bracelet—a simple red string with a charm he had made himself out of spare pieces from the costume department. But it was something personal, something real. A silent vow.
He walked up slowly, each step echoing like a drumbeat in his ears.
Yibo didn't turn immediately. But Xiao Zhan could tell he was aware. His Bo-di always sensed him before he arrived—like he had a radar for him specifically.
Without preamble, Xiao Zhan reached out and took his hand.
Wang Yibo turned to him, a glint of surprise in his eyes that softened quickly into something glowing—hopeful, almost afraid to believe.
Xiao Zhan spoke quietly.
"Remember… you said you'd collect my answer after the shoot?"
Yibo nodded, slowly. His eyes searched Xiao Zhan's face with an intensity that made the older man's heart quake.
"Then here."
He pulled the bracelet from his pocket and gently tied it around Wang Yibo's wrist. His fingers trembled, but his voice remained calm.
"This is my answer."
Yibo looked down at the bracelet like it was made of starlight. A smile cracked through his usually unreadable expression. He looked like he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
"Zhan-ge…"
Xiao Zhan shook his head lightly, cutting him off before he could say more.
"I don't know what the future will bring. Maybe we'll have to hide. Maybe we'll need to pretend in front of the world. But I want…"
"…I want you to know that my heart is with you. I like you, Yibo. I… I think I might even love you, too."
His voice broke slightly at the end, but he didn't care. For once, he wasn't acting.
Yibo reached up and gently brushed his thumb along Xiao Zhan's cheek, his gaze unbearably soft.
"Then it's enough."
"You don't need to promise me forever. Just today. Just now."
And right there, under the faint glow of balcony lights and the distant echoes of celebration behind them, Wang Yibo kissed him.
No longer in secret. No longer in hiding. No longer the teasing pecks of backstage flirtation.
This kiss was real. Deliberate. Reverent.
And Xiao Zhan kissed him back.
With everything he had held in.
With everything he was afraid of.
With everything he wanted.
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Later that night, after everyone had gone home, Wang Yibo would post a cryptic photo to his private friend-circle: a close-up of a red string bracelet on his wrist, captioned only with:
"Finally."
He didn't tag anyone.
He didn't need to.
Because in his heart, and in Xiao Zhan's…
they both knew.
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