The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Fifteen

[ Dedicated to Those People Who Unfollowed Me. You all broke my non-existent heart. Haha. I'm just kidding. I have a heart, okay?]

P.S. I edited this...I think.

Credits to the original owner of this song above.

-Bishounenhow111

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"Dad, you don't pay me enough to do that." I licked the daubed of ice cream off my spoon that was on my strong grip and continued. "And I don't think that I can convince Wang Yibo to work with us."

Saying his name was something I wouldn't want to do to this day and to the other and to the next. I just want to have a loss of memory and forget all about him because what he was doing to my brain and body made me craved for my old self. The Xiao Zhan that was whipped up, in loved with his girlfriend with an objective in mind that he'll make her the happiest bride someday but after that man's path intersected with mine, it tumbledown the balance I tried to maintain. We both have similar gender; we were in an alike species. We're boys, guys, men and males...

Then why did I run and have that clandestine rendezvous with him? Why did I let him kiss me and do me on my bed?! Because we were horny? No. Because I missed Zoey? No. BECAUSE I LOVED HIM!!! I WON'T REPUDIATE OR DENY IT NOW, I LOVED HIM... I LOVED WANG THE SUPERSTAR YIBO!!! YET I CAN'T LOVE HIM WHEN I AM STILL IN LOVE WITH ZOEY!!!

I brushed my sight to the small frame that was on the table beside my bed, it has a picture of a smiling girl, my girlfriend. It was taken back after she conceded me as her boyfriend. We had a great time together.

"Son, are you alright?" That's the only words I wanted to hear from my father, bullets of tears soared out from my already puffy and swelling eyes. My mouth was producing sounds I couldn't set my mind into.

"Dad...I love him..." My voice was shaky and at the end of it, I wept at full volume.

There was stillness...Silence...In the other line...

I curled into a ball beseeching the ache would be gone if I unchained it.

"Xiao Zhan, if you love him then tell him. But what about your girlfriend? You are in love with her." Its not an interrogative sentence, it's a declarative. Truth. Not opinion or argumentative topic to discuss with comprehensive awareness and high cognizance.

"You can't divide your heart and give those halves to the both of them. Zhan, if you don't want to hurt any of them, you have to choose. I know you'll choose THAT ONE anyway so no need to tell me." He noiselessly laughed.

My father kindled my curiosity, my breath ceased for a fleeting moment. "Who would I choose?"

"Zhan, my little boy, if you love two people at the same time, choose the second. Because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second."

"Dad... you just quoted Johnny Depp..." I had the desire to snicker at his silliness. "Are you perhaps watching Pirates of the Caribbean while calculating and resolving our company's difficulties?"

"Yes, I am currently viewing that movie and Johnny Depp's correct. He didn't say that to this film but in real life interview he did." Way to go, CEO.

"Dad, Zoey or Yibo?" I patently closed my eyes. Feeling the flushed on my cheeks burst as soon as I articulated the last name aloud.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ZOEY AND YIBO?! WANG YIBO?! THE WANG YIBO?! YIBO WANG?! WANG YIBO?! WANG YIBO?! YOU LOVED HIM?! THAT GUY?!" Seriously, is he the patriarchal leader of our family? No way! He's the dog.

I mentally crashed my face to an invisible wall. "Oh my god, dad. You are so naïve. I thought you've learned something from this heart to heart talk of ours..." Apparently, I also got his naivety gene that shredded our IQs.

"Well, I thought someone, not him...because you said 'I love him'..."

I listened to his unasked-for hysterics in his side of the conversation.

"You can just say 'Haha' instead of making me wait for you to stop laughing. Bye." I swung my legs off the bed and felt the coldness of the room through the floors. I brusquely turned off my phone and threw it to the cabinet of my study desk, locking it in.

I'll call you when I know what to do, dad.

I laid on the floorboards and felt the weight of my own intake of oxygen and the white blinking Christmas lights above my head, telling me to take a breather.

Help yourself...Love yourself...Xiao Zhan...

For the last time, hot coursing tears sprung out, the drops of it on the vinyl was a deathly song... Like devil's lullaby but it appeased my consciousness to rest.

He brought his lips to mine and we kissed, not passionately but it was feather-light, chaste kiss.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to my life, remember that. Even we won't see each other after this day I'll always be with you and you'll always be with me...Zhan Zhan." Yibo murmured above a hush voice in my ear.

He commenced to marched far from where I expected him to stand, beside that frozen lake he distanced himself from me. He left me by myself once more...in the woods...I sprinted to him, pushing aside the slender barrier of saplings and brown scrubs, clawing the low branches of leafless foliage, yanking in the air, gulps, desperate, determined. But Yibo was in a distant...only his back was visible to me. No matter how I cried his name he wouldn't turn.

I love you, Zhan Zhan...His voice mixed with the iciness of wind.

"Yibo...Yibo!!!" I jerked awaked, immediately rubbed my eyes.

It was just a dream...

I shook my head to jolt my sleepiness from my body and ensued to the balcony of my room. Outside was stagnant winter white. The cars and people with scarves, thick clothes and boots were sluggishly conversing with each other down the pavements and curbs and streets covered with snow. The clank of decorated doors being opened and closed by the customers in every store and shop nearby were replaying in my ears. It was starting to get dark and I reluctantly caught the glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting the glass windows and possessions that shines. Bit by bit the lighted streetlamps started to kindled with their amazing yellow orange lights. Everything furnished off an impression so bewildering and out of reach. Nighttime fell...

I was one hundred ninety nine percent unquestionably in no doubt that his concert was already starting or maybe it was approaching to its finale.

I don't have time...if I go there...but why would I go there? It's not like I am a buffoon...

Along the streetlights and rainbow-colored paths, something stuck out, an oversized screen television outside of an appliance store was showing a live concert that's rather usual to me. It's his concert. He was sitting on the edge of the stage and discoursing  to the thousands of fans present tonight...barely audible.

His face...

My heart capered and I scampered to my closet, threw a gold yellow hoodie, black jeans and my Nike sneakers. I didn't pause to contemplate things, I jogged from my flat, cursing locking my door and out to the hostile wintriness of the evening.
Because my hummer was in the stadium, I summoned my father's assistant to drive me there using a payphone. Thank god, he understood the situation and maneuvered our way through shortcuts and empty boulevards, I borrowed his phone to call my best friend, Jia  Cheng to request something, after forty minutes we arrived in the performance area.

Thanking Suho, I frantically ran flat out, paying no attention to whoever I am bumping into the crowd. They didn't close the gates because the people were surging outside of the enclosed arena, basically the whole venue was exploding with his admirers.

I fought my route through rude exclamations, pressed bodies were everywhere, faces blurry with antagonism and shock. A high school girl scowled at me when I shoved her out my way, the multitude of people jostled around me, whirling me in wrong direction, I was glad the other partition of the massive stage was constructed a little higher from where I am so I kept my course straight.

I am not late yet...Yibo stay on that location...Seat. Motionless. Be still. PLEASE!!!

I am caked with sweat and tsunamis of emotions racing  inside me. I don't fucking care about what others may think after this intrusion. Fuck this!!!

I climbed to the barricades when I reached the VIP section, the nearest sector to the stage. I jumped and his bodyguards noticed me, they wanted to approach me but someone commanded them to stop. It was Dara. She beckoned to me to go up. I did in default of any hesitancy.

The surprised expression and grim judgement of the MC thrashed my dignity to the ground but I captured the microphone from her without saying sorry.

Why would I say sorry?! I am going to get my boyfriend, little girl!!! Hah! Boyfriend...I am so dumb.

Slow motion...I took careful steps to him.

Damn it!!! I am dramatic!!!

Sightseers yelled and started to chattered pointing to the background screen. The cameraman focused his stupid camera on me...SHIT YOU, MAN!!!

Hearing his worshippers antics, he moved his upper body to my direction and from there our eyes linked.

Lifting the mic to my mouth. A nervous tone exited within my soul.

"Yi-Yibo...I-I...I..."

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THANKS FOR READING!

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

-Bishounenhow111