Xiao Yi smiled behind his glass. "Compensate me then."
Yang Yutao chuckled. "But I'm poor, too."
Poor? Xiao Yi snorted but didn't expose him, he didn't know what kind of savings that man had. Anyways, he was definitely richer than he was. His bank account was probably fuller than V's, too.
Yang Yutao gasped. "I'm really poor! No sponsorships -"
"You could have sponsorships if you wanted them."
"Well, I blew all my money on salaries-"
"Aren't your teammates the ones funding your team with you?"
"…"
Xiao Yi watched as Yang Yutao's dramatic facade failed and couldn't help but to admire his defeated expression for a moment.
'This is what a defeated millionaire looks like, soak it in.'
After he realized what he thought, he awkwardly pulled his gaze away and stared at the wall of various alcohol brands in front of them. Was he a sadist now?
Yang Yutao noticed. He probed at Xiao Yi's arm with a finger, and when he got no response he asked. "What did you just think about?"
Xiao Yi hummed.
"That's not an answer."
Xiao Yi shrugged.
"Have you ever been told you're a silent type?"
Xiao Yi hummed again, then looked at the man from the corner of his eye. "You're more talkative than I thought you'd be."
"Well, you have to socialize in my business." Yang Yutao stretched his arms out and Xiao Yi noticed a small tail of a tattoo. He raised his eye, but the other man continued. "I was a really shy kid."
Shy?
He looked over the other man for a while.
One of the reasons their team was so popular was because of their appearance. Each of them was built like they debut in the next top idol group, their visuals were insane. It just happened to be a bonus that they were rich, unambitious and good at the game.
Yang Yutao was no exception. If that girl from the local coffee shop were to walk into the bar right now, she would pin him down to a 'bad boy visual'. With slicked-back hair that highlighted his strong facial features, a symmetrical yet sharp face, and, a body that… Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes. His posture was neat, but the way he twisted his right wrist was what called out to him.
He raised his eyes to see that Yang Yutao had already been staring at him, as well. Instead of being embarrassed, he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest with a small gasp. "Your eyes are going to burn a hole in me! My eyes are up here." He passed his hand in front of his face and repeated. "Up here!"
"…" Xiao Yi turned away with his hand covering his forehead.
This man was really shameless.
There were a few seconds of silence, Yang Yutao holding his posture as if he were a girl who just noticed a pervert staring at her bust on the train, and then it broke. Xiao Yi tried to stop himself from laughing, but he nearly fell out of the chair instead.
Yang Yutao leaned his arm against the counter and rested his head off his hand as he observed the emotionless, always serious ex-captain of Team X that he'd seen online hit his hand against the table and ask through shaky breaths. "Are you a teenage girl?"
"Hmm." Yang Yutao paused, his gaze softened as he watched Xiao Yi collect himself. "You're right, I'm not a teenage girl. My voice would be a bit too deep to crossdress as one, too. Disappointing, I know."
Xiao Yi shook his head. "You'll live out your dream someday, I'm sure you'd look great in a dress."
"You think?"
"En."
"What color?"
"Blue."
"Damn, shouldn't I get heels too?"
He looked up to see the man who had a larger physique than himself seriously taking notes in his phone.
His mouth hung open slightly. Did he just awaken something in his assassin friend? The next headline might be 'Frost bullied Midnight into wearing a dress'.