The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Eleven

[ Dedicated to TrushaJi]

Credits to the original owner of the instrumental song above.

-Bishounenhow111

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"We're doomed...I couldn't get to school and you..." I trailed off. His concert! What about his concert tonight?! "What to do?" I sneezed and Yibo set off coughing again. I could see that his throat was hurting.

Yibo leaned in and kissed my lips, doing so I closed my eyes feeling the current and speckles of electricity through me. Hot twirls of desire unwound and moved upward, downward, outward. My heart fluttered before it kicked in and started hammering hard against my lungs, shortening my breath, tumbling my stomach from its spot to crash into my hips and flounder there. God, why?

"I'll cancel the concert and reschedule it when I'm feeling better." He said tenderly, studying me. Is it bad that I am yearning for him not to get better so soon?

We broke apart but his hands were stuck in my waist. "You should inform your manager and the production staff. I don't want you to lose your career because of...ME. I'm sorry, Yibo. Truly am." If only I didn't go with him to that frozen lake, eat ice cream and stargaze under the falling snow, he was still healthy today.

"Don't blame yourself. I did this to myself. This just a cold Zhan, no worries. I'll be okay. You too." He put the baseball cap in my head. "Let's buy medicine."

"I can request for our family doctor to be here." My body's temperature ranged higher and I sensed Yibo's too, the tip of his nose and cheeks were turning red. "We shouldn't go out today, we're sick and I want to sleep more." Fever hit both our system and it was not a good sign. This place was far-off from Wuhan, the virus contaminated city but I don't think we'll take any chances. Transmitter of Novel Coronavirus might possibly be anywhere.

"Zhan, I know how to cure fever so please let me be your doctor." A superstar pleading a med student to be his patient.

"Hmm. Don't inject me with anything, though." I said in a simple folkloric way, unburdened by any complexities of thought.

Yibo smiled quietly and swooped me from my feet, he was basically lifting me up like a kid with his arms around my waist and mine were on his shoulders.

"But Zhan Zhan, I already injected you with my large size injection." He held me close to him. His eyes seductively gawked at me...Yibo had that look, that sharp, exposed, sexy, dangerous thing that human beings with any gender just melted for.

Look how I'd melted every time our hands or lips touched...

God...Every muscle in my body was tensed, I felt my cheeks on fire and I looked away from him.

He laughed, that deep enticing laugh. "Wo Ai Ni, Zhan..."

"I know. Stop the romanticism method." I thwacked his head lightly. Who was crack-brained enough to say that words like they were nothing? Wang Yibo. Of course.

"Wow. You think I am romantic?"

I stared at him in disbelief. Why is this guy so difficult?

"No." That was my marvelous response. I regretted it as soon as that term came out from me.

"You admitted it." He playfully grinned, glint in his eyes.

"No is a No." My central and vital organ called heart still pounding rapidly inside my chest.

Okay, maybe something unbelievably wrong is happening. Not just with him, but with me. I love him or not?

HA. XIAO ZHAN GET A FUCKING GRIP!

Maybe he was kinda attracted to every single guy who looked like a bookworm, for instance me. It's normal, right?

He put me down, caught my wrist and we slogged to the streets with the brightness of wintry sun in this cold late morning. I am attentive to the crunch of snow under our shoes and the sparkles of ice, air bares only coldness, the ground was frozen, nippy trees towering us, standing as ballet performers poised to display their grace to the world. Cold was incredible if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time.

Snowflakes made the familiar roads an oil painting for dreams, there were silver-blue puddles and frozen bushes of roses and hibiscus. All the leaves were buried in white from the green perennial plants, a lump of snow would fall in a crackling tumble from a high branch, falling to a wet thud, merging invisibly with deep cover of frost on the land.

The star tugged me to a clothing shop and we bought matching couple winter outfits, we both wore brown Atlantic-Pacific long wool blend trench winter coat with double-breasted button closure and big front pockets, dark brown hoodie, black skinny jeans and pair of Timberland winter boots. As I got out from the dressing room, Yibo lunged himself to me and kissed me again straight to my mouth. Not conscious to the sales ladies and the people around that were rubbernecking us. I am super used to his plump lips with mine.

After putting disposable face masks to our faces, we headed out. Nobody can differentiate us, who's who and who, we're like identical twins to our alike attires...And the worst thing was Yibo insisted to pay everything with his black colored credit card. Why do he habitually considered me as a girl?!

We strolled side by side with my one hand stucked with his inside his coat's pocket.

I am going to miss your warmth...

I requested that we should passed by a pharmacy and buy meds. Luckily, he submitted to what I want. I am concerned for his well-being, okay?! He was one of those important person's in the entertainment world and if his fandom know about this that I am the cause of this bad luck circumstance to this guy's life, they'll unquestionably haunt me down and toss me to the end of planet earth with their pitchforks. After that we paced to the markets fruit stalls, being with Yibo wandering the surroundings of the place made me want to cry. I had never done this in my entire life, not until I met him. He was bringing the best out of me.

I have a girlfriend...and I loved her...Why am I feeling I was cheating behind her back? But Yibo, he's a challenging matter. I am not certain what my impression towards him signified...

"Zhan, look at this I got oranges, bananas, apples, pomegranates, dates, kiwis, grapes, pears, cranberries and blueberries." He presented me the basket he was holding with the fruits. Rescuing me from my reverie.

"Make sure you'll eat it all."

He pursed his lower lip out. "You gotta help me. You are sick too, you know. Fruits have lots of vitamins in them that can be used as home remedy. Want me to make fruit shake for you when we get home?"

I crossed my arms and watched him blankly. "Now you are owning my home?"

"Yeah. Cause I'll be your husband in no time." He was chortling like a lottery winner.

I roughly smacked him in his arm knowing he was finding this whole thing amusing. "Shut up."

Yibo then paid for all the products he purchased, he merrily thrusted the paper bag to me with our clothes we previously changed inside the apparel store and clutched the one with the fruits.

"Whoa...shaved ice!!!" He practically hopped when he saw a cart that sell this kind of cold dessert. We were in the park, thirty-minutes' walk from the market area and forty minutes to my house.

"Yib-" He didn't listen to me but ran to the seller and acquired two shaved ice in a cup with strawberry and chocolate syrup.

"Here's chocolate. Your favorite." He passed me the other one. I took the weight off my feet and sat with him in a bench.

We wordlessly ate our food. I shoved a huge spoonful of it into my mouth and winced when I got brain freeze. Soundlessly cussing at the discomfort going on with my tongue, I peered my eyes to him. He was having brain freeze too.

We're really insane...at this cold weather we feasted with food that was meant to be eaten in summer. Not to discuss, we're unwell. Goodness, I'll die when I'm with him...

Few minutes succeeded and finally the freeze to our brains settled down, we dug in for more. As we were embracing the deep silence of winter time, the heavy silence of snow and the shrill silence of cold. Nothing moved; nothing stirred, in this little flora and fauna we were situated, a music drifted through our numb ears. I turned my head, finding it.

"Let's go and see." He gleamed and I get off from the seat.

In the center square of the park, there was a man who played a Spinet piano, an upright minor piano that was perfect for homes that didn't have an abundance of available space and they can be carried and transported anywhere, anytime. It was small but capable in producing sophisticated melody. He was performing a Claire de Lune impeccably composed by Claude Debussy. The spectators were marveled by his music as they put their palms to their hearts.

Hearing it, my mind flew back to my childhood days. Comforted and secured...A chubby kid running with his cat named 'Bunbun' in the field of our farm in Chongqing. To me everything was funny...I treasured my smiles back then. I remembered my wooden swords stacked in our kitchen cupboard and helms from cut outs newspapers imagining that I was a prince fighting dragons and saving princesses being imprisoned in towers. Riding horses and tractors with my father. Eating pies my Lao Lao (Chinese: Lao Lao - Grandmother in maternal side) cooked specially for me and at night with the moonlight enlightening the porch of our old house, my dad, her and I talked about seven dwarves, pirates and their ships that sails above the sky and underwater kingdoms. It was all in the past but with Wang Yibo I experienced that kind of sensation once more. The simplicity of living life...

The harmony ended so was my thoughts and I felt his thumb wiping the side of my cheeks.

"Zhan..." Uneasiness appeared in his expression; he was worried.

"Huh?" I snuffled my breathing and touched my face, it was wet.

"You are crying. What's wrong?" Yibo's anxious tone was unbalance.

"Nothing. I'm fine. It's just that I remember something. Thank you. Yibo." I whimpered.

"I'll be here for you." He said putting our masks on.

The pianist coughed seized the audience's attention once again and he smiled at me. By the looks of it; he was observing our exchanged all along. "Why don't you try playing the piano, young chap?"

I faltered. "No...no..." I gestured a hand, rejecting the offer.

"Zhan, go. Play it for me." Excitement clear in his phrase.

"Alright. Don't make fun of me after this." I pointed out to him and sauntered to the middle of the throng of individuals.

I sat on the rectangular piano bench, I took a breath and freely raised my fingers in the black and white keyboards...I pressed them and the piece I once transcribed soared out, pouring my emotions no other than to him and only him. It's a piano version of EXO's song...

Don't go.

Don't go, Yibo...

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

Thank you for reading!

P.S. If I can't update the next chapter later, I'll upload it tomorrow.

-Bishounenhow111