Lost

At his own wedding, Yousu saw again that person who always pestered him—the kid who had moved in across from him half a year ago. Noticing Yousu’s startled gaze, the man grinned slightly and raised his glass in a toast. His eyes held no joy, no inexplicable resentment, nor the domineering, selfish obsession. Yujie tilted his head back, drained the glass, then stood up gracefully and left. His proud, arrogant silhouette bore no resemblance to the slovenly, drunken pest Yousu remembered. As Yousu watched him stride step by step toward the banquet hall’s exit, suddenly—without reason—a tidal wave of panic surged over him. Uncontrollably, he took a step toward that retreating figure... [PS: To prevent anyone from misidentifying the dynamics this time, I've decided to reluctantly clarify—older top! Everyone see that? Older top! Boss You! Is! The! Top!]