The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Eighteen

Credits goes to the original owners of the video.

[ Dedicated to JessieZhu]

This feels like the end but it’s not... :B

-Bishounenhow111

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The bearer of the feet peeped from the hanging textile

"He's not here." And from there my heart swelled in sempiternal euphoria. It crossed in me for a brief second before nausea took over my subconscious caused by an aftermath of entirety I toddled through this hour of darkness. Reckless behavior, without thinking proposal, scurrying in circles of stupefaction and misperception with my feelings concerning that fiend idol.

"Yibo?" Was this the guy that broke me?! Or am I drugged by my own illusions? "Stop imagining him!!!" I snappily pinched my cheeks to the extreme of stupidity.

"Zhan Zhan, I am real." His hushed breathing and weightless touch on the back of my hand mailed my prudence out of the chimney.

I lifted myself up and scampered away from him. "Leave me alone. Let's meet as little as we can."  It was fine. It was all going to be fine. Except that my blood skipped around like falling icicles in my veins, cold and sharp and slippery. I couldn't settle, couldnt rest. I didn't feel safe at all. Not until I could see him out of my vision. "What are you in our house?!"

"It’s not my fault, your dad put me under pressure. You bathed for too long though. I thought you flush yourself there." What?! What?! What?! Was he waiting for me?! What a sexually perverted peasant!!!

"Don't divert the matter at hand. You are a coward and you know it!" I fought with an army of words.

"I am a coward? Or you? I am not the laughingstock who proposed to someone I didn't truly love."

"YOU JERK!!! I love Zoey and you can’t change that!!! Nobody could modify what previously happened this evening!!! You will never be her!!!"

He was silent at that, practically pondering what he did wrong. Make him sulk. Offend him.

I overheard his muffled curse he didnt try too hard to hide. "If I start something, I dont quit it. Same goes with you. If you are waiting for the day that I'll quit you then wait baby...for eternity."

"Stop manipulating me!!! I feel nothing for you!!! Totally nothing!!!"

He executed one step to me and put my hand to his chest, inhospitably holding my wrist.

"Is that so?" His tone was regaled, which only irritated me more.

"YES! NOTHING!!!" The acrimonious fib absconded my lips as I desperately tried to pull away from him.

Don't give in.

YOU MUST UNLOVE HIM, XIAO ZHAN. TURN YOUR LOVE TO HATRED.

He lowered his head and expressed his jollity, as if he could see into the depths of my very lying soul. "Liar."

"I AM NOT A LIAR OR A DECEIVER!!! YOU ARE!!! YOU LEFT ME AND ACTED LIKE I AM INFECTED WITH CORONAVIRUS!!!" I masticated back my insurgent tears.

"You didn't read what I wrote on your hoodie." He affirmed with disinterest in his face.

"Whocares about your goddamn rotten autograph, you imbecile!" I seethed with current form of annoyance.

“What I wrote there-” Wang Yibo massaged the skin between his eyebrows when I lifted my hand to indicate to him that it was necessary to padlock his legendary spiteful sweet talker mouth at this very hour or else, I’ll finish him with his to-die-for-body. I FEEL SO USED! AND I AM NOT RUNNING I AM CHOOSING WHATS SUFFERABLE CHOICE FOR ME THUS SHUTTING HIM OFF IS SHAMING THE OTHER  CHOICES OF LETTER A, B, C, AND D.

“No. I dont want to contemplate with your explanations! It’s too fucking late! I dont want you to be in my life! I shouldve known! You are nothing but grief bringer and so far out of my league!” I am pretty seduced to throw my phone at him or any object that was assembled to cause physical discomfort. I HATE THIS MANNN!!! “IF YOU THOUGHT YOU HAVE THE AUTHORIZATION TO HURT ME ALL OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN THEN YOU ARE MISTAKEN, MISTER!!! YOU CAN’T SOLVE THIS BY APPEARING OUT OF NOWHERE AND WEAR YOUR ANGELIC SELF!!! GO TO YOUR EXES OR TO WHOEVER YOU SCREWED AND ABANDONED IN THIS LIFETIME!!!”

He directed his gawp downward and back at me.

"It's only you. The one I screwed up for the first and last time. It always has been and always will be you. I love you and there will never another because there never was." Yibo extended his arm and with his free hand he combed my hair. "I love you, Xiao Zhan that will soon to be my  Wang Zhan..."

That’s what he wrote to my hoodie?! BAH!!! UNTRUE!!!

I swatted him. "No! Just go! I dont want to see you!" I deserved a better goodbye!

"I will stay. Whether you like it or not." He relinquished me from his clutch and sat on the gray flat pillow. "Seat beside me and please read my writings on your hoodie."

I put my hands to my waist and vomited out air. "I RATHER HAVE TERMITES IN MY ARMPITS!!! STOP ROMANCING ME AND LEAVE ME LIKE A ROTTING POMEGRATE!!!" A heart wasnt a cigarette – you can’t just light it up and then stomp it out when you’re done. “A rud zol dir a-rib-er—i-ber dee ge-hirn!!!” [May a wheel run over your skull]

“Are you having your period now? Should I buy you sanitary pads for it? What brand do you prefer? Kotex? Hengan? Or Sofy?” HE IS SO INFORMATIVE!!! LIKE A HIKING DICTIONARY AND WIKIPEDIA!

"NO!!! I hate you." I clenched my jaw.

"I love you." Darn it. A band of ripostes terminology in this scrimmage of feelings. How the fuck did he dispersed those texts like nothing?!

I casted him the middle finger. "I hate you!"

Shorn of anything but sardonic grin he prompted another, "Zhan, Yibo loves you!"

"Wo hen ni!" I hate you.

I HATE YOUUU!!! I HATE YOUR AUTOGRAPH! I HATE YOUR BLACKMAIL PLOYS! I HATE YOUR STOLEN GOOGLE PICK UP LINES! I HATE YOUR HETEROCHROMIA IRIDIUM! I HATE THE WAY YOU SMIRK WITH YOUR SMILING EYES! I HATE YOUR NOSE! I HATE YOUR LIPS! I HATE YOUR VOICE! I HATE YOUR EYEBROWS! I HATE YOU CALLING ME ZHAN ZHAN! I HATE YOUR RUSTED CHEVY! I HATE YOUR PINK HOODIE! I HATE YOUR ESCAPADES WITH ME! I HATE YOU WANG YIBO!!! I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!

While setting up the LED television that was placed near him and connecting it to the DVD player, he spoke kindly.
"Zhan, Yibo ai ni!"

Dad was so traditional. DVD player? Haven’t he heard about websites with free downloadable movies? We can use flash drives or laptop to store them there... What about Netflix? Or iQiyi?

“Wo hen ni!" I flopped to the sofa, bringing my legs up and crossing them.

"Children, stop quarreling or else I'll eat all the fries, burgers, chips and more!!!" The CEO hollered to the living room as a chipmunk with dead white blood cells.

I furiously narrowed my eyes to the guy. "I thought you said he's not here."

Yibo shrugged and helped himself with the food my dad placed on the floor.

"Ohohohohoh, my son, misses Yibo's lollipop so much." Shameless!!! We are. DNA and genes...you twat!!!

I choked on my pride there. "Uncivilized."

"You know your dad's correct." He said as I hunt the content of the paper bags.

“Shut up. Eat." I thrusted him the burger.

"Thanks." He wetted his lower lips as he skimmed mine. Billions of bilious blistering purple Barney!!! Number one flirt award goes to Wang Yibo!!!

Ignore him!!! IGNORE HIS INTENTIONS!!!

"Okey dokey! First film we'll watch is...Titanic!!!" My dad’s high spirits jolted me back to the current status quo. 

"For Mac and cheese sake! Are you a teenage girl?"

"What about Bridge to Terabithia?"

"Dad, are you eight years old?!" I yelled at him.

“Okay. Don't be rude. Yibo, what about this?” They both read the description at the back of the DVD and synchronously nodded. "Yes. We'll watch it."

“If it's a horror movie, can we turn on the chandeliers back?" I covered myself with a SpongeBob fuzzy blanket printed on it.

"No." THOU FACES ARE NOT WORTH SUNBURNING!!!

These two…Are they teaming up on me?! They elected me to watch a horror motion picture against my will. It was a prerequisite that they have to be reported to custodial headquarters for this.

I sighed and chilled on the farthest side of Yibo, he’s in the left and I am in the right, dad’s in the middle. As the film started to begin, an unsettling background music flooded to my ears. I dont like fearsome things. I sneaked a quick look on Yibo, his eyes bonded to the tv.

The title floated and I figured out… The Ring. Dated back in two thousand two, this thriller was famous. Even though it’s well-known I never had the nerve to seat back and regard it as an entertainment.

“Do you guys want to get killed after seven days upon viewing this tape?!” I crackled after searching through my phone with this theme of supernatural flick. It was originally from Japan; this one was a remake with a journalist who investigate a cursed videotape that ostensibly kills the viewers seven days after watching it because her niece was one of the victims that the tape murdered...

Shiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttsssssssssssss…

“Hey, don't  spoil it and loosen up.” Stop me, I wanna kick my dad to Pluto.

I fidgeted and couldn't sit still on the other hand I stayed on my spot. 

At the scene were Katie, the protagonist and her sister watched the tape with ghastly and disconcerting imagery, she received a call from an unregistered number who whispers in static ‘Seven days…’ I chewed to my fingernails to bring myself to a break from gritting my teeth.

After two hours and twenty-five minutes of governing my erected hairs on my nape and the cold sweat that appeared on my appearance, I thanked the heavens that it was over. As the closing credits scrolled from the bottom to the top of a solid black display, I strained to see around me. The alpha and the kiddy male were still there except for my father who was snoring, we all knew who was the kid in this process. In sleeping state, the man who shared his hereditary glitches on me, embraced a pillow, no more like eating the guiltless pillow. He was also controlling himself not to horrifyingly bark. Dad didn't grow to be an adult..per usual.

“Zhan?” I heard infinitesimal sound coming from Yibo's corner and in seconds I felt his warmness at the side of me.

“What?!” I clamored, crafting an interval space in the distinction of him.

“Let’s do paper, rock and scissors. If I win after I score five, you’ll go to Korea tomorrow...with me.” THIS IS THE ACTUAL FUCK OF REALITY'S TREPIDATION!

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To be honest, I'm bad at that game. Haha.
:B

Wrong grammars and English errors, yes. I'll edit this soon.

-Bishounenhow111