One I Love [BL]

Sean Xiao stood outside his best friend’s house, waiting patiently beside his bicycle as the morning sun gently warmed the quiet neighborhood. The air was fresh and crisp, a reminder that it was the beginning of a new school year. The university was not far from their place, just a short bike ride away, and Sean had made it a tradition to pick Lareina up whenever they had class.Sean stood tall, his physique lean yet athletic from years of casual sports. His sun-kissed skin gave him a healthy glow that contrasted with the softness of his features. His expressive eyes, clear and deep, often reflected the sincerity of his heart, and his warm, captivating smile had a reputation of its own. Many said it was enough to brighten a gloomy day. Talented, approachable, and effortlessly charming, Sean was well-loved by most people he met.He had known Lareina since childhood, ever since his family had moved from Chongqing to Beijing. Their families became fast friends, and Sean had spent most of

It was already late in the afternoon when Sean’s last class ended, concluding as smoothly as he had expected. It was the first day back after all, and most professors kept things light — introducing themselves, handing out syllabi, and giving a glimpse of the academic road ahead. As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Sean stretched, slung his bag over his shoulder, and double-checked that he had all his belongings before leaving the room.There was no time to linger or catch up with classmates. He made a beeline for the Performing Arts building, where Lareina’s classes were held. His pace was brisk, purposeful, his mind already picturing the familiar sight of her waiting outside the building, probably waving excitedly when she saw him coming.As he walked through the busy hallways, students noticed him immediately. Being handsome, charming, and one of the well-known seniors in the Arts and Design program, Sean was used to the attention. He exchanged smiles and waves with both girls and

Five months had passed since Lareina and Sean first crossed paths with Yvo at the university. At first, time had seemed to drift casually by, each day folding into the next, until they all fell into a familiar rhythm. A routine of laughter, banter, and shared experiences had formed between the three of them, yet the comfort that once defined their dynamic was slowly unraveling, or at least, that was how Sean felt.As the days turned into weeks, Sean could not help but notice how often Lareina and Yvo spent time together. The closeness between them was no longer subtle; it was tangible, visible in the way they talked, laughed, and exchanged looks that Sean was never part of. Sometimes, when Lareina would casually share updates about her day, Sean realized that more and more of her stories included Yvo. That silent realization weighed heavily on him, making him feel like a shadow, forgotten in the corners of her world. He wanted to remind her, shout if he had to, that her best

The following day arrived much quicker than any of them had expected. The morning sun had barely risen to its full height when, true to their nature, Sean and Yvo found themselves at odds once again. The spark of their latest argument was neither profound nor pressing — it was the age-old question of transportation. More specifically, the debate centered on whose ride Lareina should take that day: Sean’s sturdy but timeworn bicycle or Yvo’s gleaming, high-powered motorbike.The three of them stood in the university’s sprawling parking lot, the very place where fate had first brought them together. Lareina stood off to the side, arms crossed, her shoulders sagging slightly in exasperation. She watched them like a weary spectator forced to endure a performance she had seen far too many times.“I already told you, she’s riding with me,” Sean declared, his voice sharp and unwavering. His eyes were locked onto Yvo, who, in contrast, looked entirely unbothered. Yvo was polishing his motorbi

The kitchen was wrapped in an uncomfortable silence. The air hung heavy and still, like a scene frozen in time, until Sean finally shattered the quiet with a sharp, sarcastic, "Wow." He shot Yvo a look of disbelief, his lips curling into a smirk that barely concealed his irritation. Yvo, on the other hand, could only lower his head, his face flushed with embarrassment.‘How could I be so careless?’ Yvo chastised himself inwardly. ‘What kind of fool invites people over for dinner without knowing how to cook? Seriously, Yvo, could you be any more thoughtless? You barely even have real food in the house!’"I... well... maybe we can just order something," Yvo muttered, his voice shaky and unsure. "That’s usually what I do when I’m hungry—"But before he could finish his sentence, Sean marched toward the refrigerator without asking for permission. He yanked the door open and began inspecting its contents with an expression that blended disgust and disbelief. He rummaged through the shelves