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《 ★ bambamrk》 he hadn’t been in many dance competitions since coming to seoul but back in beijing, it was surprising to not see yixing at any of the ones in the surrounding area. it’s later that he finds out one of the others he considered a regular on the dance scene was living in seoul too. bambam. he’s the same age as meiqi and that’s enough for yixing to think of him as a little brother so it comes as no surprise that he was excited to reach out to the younger to meet up again. in seoul for nearly two years, yixing’s only sorry that it took so long for him to make time and arrange things. sending a text to meiqi about being late to see her that night, a routine he hasn’t let go of where she unwinds and he listens like her diary (after years of being best friends, he pretty much is her diary) no matter what he’s doing. in that respect, yixing can make time for meiqi no matter what and it makes him feel a little guilty when he can’t do the same for everyone. but the princess is a princess after all. royalty always receives the best treatment, right?
phone still in his hand, he presses the call button for a familiar number, head tilting upwards to scan over the building. it’s the right address, isn’t it? weight shifting from foot to foot as he sways, bag readjusted on his shoulder when he takes in a deep breath of the cool night air. ah, refreshing❗ “ya, bambam? where are you?”