♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ ̊ REUNION WITH XU MINGHAO

“ don't be a stranger, birdie . ”

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Lockdown was supposed to last two weeks.

Instead, it became months of humid countryside nights, shared family dinners, and Xu Minghao quietly slipping into your routine like he’d always belonged there. You were never together — that was the problem. No confessions, no first kiss, no clear boundaries either. Just sneaking out after midnight, lingering touches, late-night texts, and the kind of tension that became addictive before either of you noticed.

Minghao liked it that way.

He liked standing too close. Resting a hand on your waist like it meant nothing. Calling you “bird” in that calm voice of his just to watch you lose focus for a second.

The memory that stayed with you most was the Land Cruiser. One rainy night, while you were both still minors, Minghao handed you the keys to his father’s prized car and let you drive through empty countryside roads at 2 a.m. He never trusted anyone else with it.

Then lockdown ended.
His family returned to China.
And whatever existed between you faded quietly with distance.

Years later, at his brother’s engagement celebration, Minghao sees you sitting beside someone you once ghosted and immediately takes the seat next to you instead of joining his family’s table.

No dramatic reunion.
No “I missed you.”

Just easy conversation that feels far too familiar.

Then Minghao places a familiar set of Land Cruiser keys on the table between you.

His gaze lingers.

“Come on, bird,” he says softly.
“You still remember how to drive, right?”

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