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Yibo took his helmet off and the cold wind brought him shivers.
But that didn’t bother him much. In fact, with the taste of adrenaline yet to fade, the feeling of a good race still making him ecstatic, he couldn’t be bothered with anything at all. And although he once complained to his agent about how he despised all those cameras on him, he wouldn’t even say a word about it today.
Because he did it. The GT race of that season couldn’t have been harder on him, but he won it ahead of his adversaries by a shocking margin. How could he feel anything short of thrilled?
Caught up in his enthusiasm, he wanted to see a certain cherished face. But for some reason, he wasn’t there at the moment. Still in his racing suit, he was supported by the agents for who knows how long, until he finally got to the podium and received his trophy.
Wang Yibo ━ first place, that time. The fans will go crazy.
The cheerings of those present on his side were loud. And the interviews trying to barge in the short celebration with his team were incredibly annoying.
“Wang-laoshi! Care to give us a short speech? How does it feel to be the youngest person on this podium? Were you confident that you were gonna━”
“Wang-laoshi! Is it true that you’ll try to go bigger next time? Is it true that you’ll dedicate your whole career solely on that, now? Could you━”
“Wang-laoshi! Is it true the rumor that you paid one of your team assistants to spy over the adversary? Is that why you won today? Is it true that your spouse cheated on you with your rival and that’s why you were so pressed on winning over him as a revenge━”
“Wang-laoshi! Wang-laoshi! One more pose!”
Wang Yibo wanted to laugh until his stomach hurt. He merely smiled cunningly though, especially once he spotted, in his right corner, a bit farther from every camera, a man he knew quite well. Or, should he say, his man.
Maybe Xiao Zhan didn’t want to distract him from the usual procedures he knew about. Maybe he was just lost in the crowd. But it didn’t matter, because there he was now, in that sexy long-sleeved shirt and the black jeans Yibo himself bought for him last month, looking handsome and elegant and kissable. Looking exactly like his husband.
Xiao Zhan was taking a picture of him on his phone with a proud smile, while Wang Yibo struggled to take his eyes off him for a minute, to grab his trophy. Then, he turned back to the older man while dropping a delicate kiss on the prize he just received ━ his heart couldn’t be warmer when Xiao Zhan’s smile got wider.
He wondered if it was possible to explode from affection and happiness.
Waving at him, Xiao Zhan waved back. Yibo held the trophy high, as if showing, ‘It has my name in it, but belongs to you and I’. They shared everything, after all, from the same bed to the same dreams.
What was the nonsense that the interview asked again?
Wang Yibo judged that he deserved a good verbal comeback. But at the end of the day, actions do speak louder than words, so he made a decision; with a cool jump down, he walked towards the man he loved, ignoring every paparazzi, and, before his husband could say anything, he took his face into his palms and kissed him fervently.
The other man let out a tiny noise of surprise, but kissed back with ease.
No sound of the camera could spoil it, and he hoped, actually, that everybody was watching. It was their first kiss in public, he remembered, thus he’d certainly hear news on social media in the future. His agent would go mad! That was for later worry though.
Right now, it was just him and Xiao Zhan. Right now, he was a winner. A winner in life, career and love. Most of all, love. No one could take that away from him.
Grinning, Wang Yibo kissed him some more, until their lips grew numb and someone told them to disentangle because of the reporters around, with murmurs and flashes.
“I have a beloved who’s truly too bold,” Xiao Zhan clicked his tongue, sighing dramatically. “He said last night that he wanted that trophy, so he really went and got it. When he wants it, he makes it his. What a confident young man I have.”
“I’m a man of my word, Zhan-ge should know it already!”
“Congratulations, Yibo,” he said, smiling fondly.
Wang Yibo looked at him carefully for a minute. He took in his sight, his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, and couldn’t avoid that look of adoration that Xiao Zhan always commented on. As he held his beloved’s hands, Yibo pushed him to the opposite side the coordinators were trying to take them.
A gathering to celebrate? He couldn’t afford it, he wanted to leave already.
“Come, come. We won’t be attending the party.”
“We’re not? Where are we going?”
“We’re going home. Right now, I have my eyes on the most beautiful person in this world, and I want him all for me,” Wang Yibo explained, gazing at Xiao Zhan’s face, a slight smirk on his lips. “So of course, I’ll make him mine.”
Xiao Zhan laughed, but he didn’t say anything back.
With their fingers intertwined, amidst a shower of flashes, they ran.