The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Five

"Are you sure you want to drink this?" Yibo asked as he placed the cup of green tea cream frappuccino in front of me. His face mask was hanging under his chin with the support of his ears. Nobody seemed to identify him...a good thing.

"Yeah, the only kind of drink with green tea that I can endure because of the cream that mix with it, if you want to kill me, give me a cup of raw green tea with warm water and I promise you, you'll see me dead after two minutes."

We were in Starbucks, the place where I usually hangout. It was not far from the campus so I requested him to bring me here because I don't want to be late for my third class with the professor who doesn't tolerate absentees or any excuses for not attending his lecture.

Answering Yibo 'Anywhere' minutes ago in the truck was a big fat lie, I don't go 'anywhere'. I only go to places I am familiar with, like this café, to my girlfriend's fav Italian restaurant and to that stadium to watch football, musical production of my boring professor and I think I should add the concert to that list where I am threatened by Zoey to be there.

We were at the right side of the shop with long wooden table that was facing to the wide window, "Stop talking about death, but I'll take note of that..."

"Take note of what?"

"That you don't like green tea with warm water in it." He poked my arm.

"Yeah, I don't like tea's." I distanced myself away from him as I held on my frap.

"Do you often visit here?"

I nodded, "Yes, my turn to ask questions, why did you abduct me from school today?"

"Because I want to treat you for green tea?" He turned his form towards me.

"Not a valid reason."

"I want to be your friend; I already consider you as my best buddy." Tentatively he added.

"What? You are a celebrity, man and I'm nothing special, if you keep on doing this, you'll get yourself into trouble."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, they'll use me to bring you down, destroy your career, I'm a college student with nothing to offer for the betterment of your name."

"Are you trying to push me away cause it's not working, Zhan..." Perversely he preyed on every part of my face, he was memorizing them, inch by inch, line by line, curve by curve, shapes by shapes.

"That!" I pointed out.

He propped his chin in the palm of his hand, "That what?"

"How do you know my name?! Are you someone I know from long time ago? Did I do something to hurt you and now you are taking your revenge on me?"

He batted his eyelids at me and laughed out loud, not bothering to think the consequences of his action. Thankfully, the people who were around didn't give much of a care.

"No, I heard your name from noona, that lady who brought you to my dressing room at the backstage, and no, I am not someone you knew. I don't do revenge, I only let karma do its job, I am not a stalker too so rest assured."

"All right, I believe you, do you know that my girlfriend is your biggest fan?" I am not expecting you to be my stalker, I am not delusional.

"Yup, and thanks to her obsession with me that I met you, if its not for her, you are not here talking to me,"

I bobbed my head in a nod, "Yeah, you are right."

"I am always right."

"You have one mistake."

"What's that?" My first impression of him was that he was emotionless, aloof, cold and harsh but spending time with him even in a short while, I knew for sure he was like any other human being with burst of everything beautiful in them. He was beautiful.

"You trust me easily," that was true, I despised people with that mindset, but maybe now I can make an exception.

"I can see through you..."

"Is that supposed to scare me? What are you, a fortune teller or mind reader?"

"More like your soulmate." His eyes lit up, making a finger heart sign with both of his hands.

He was certainly an idol, bless the soul of whoever invented this heart signals and all.

"Well, my soulmate you are late, I am already taken."

"I'll take my chances." He smirked, pearly whites displaying for a fraction. He was clearly enjoying this.

"You are running out of them."

"I can make my own." He adjusted himself in the tall chair he was seated on, "Can I taste you?" he said out of turn.

"Have you heard the passing of crickets? Your joke is too ineffectual."

"I'm not joking, I mean't can I taste your drink? That green tea. I have to know why you loved it so much."

"What? Buy your own."

"I don't have any money left." He twitched his lips into a frown.

What the hell?! I found this creature strikingly endearing.

"You are clearly joking."

"No, I'm not." He removed each one of my fingers from holding into my drink with his own and stole it from me, he smilingly sipped from the cup with my green straw.

I looked at him, he was like an overly hyper child with too much sugar intake while sipping the frap out to his throat.

"Is it tasty?" I deadpanned.

"Very." The sound of him sucking the liquid made me bit my lower lip. I stared at him, entranced.

"So, favorite drink of Wang Yibo is also green tea cream frappuccino..." I trailed off.

"Nah, my favorite drink is..." He used his natural red plump lips to point it to my direction.

"Oh," I diverted my sight behind me, I saw a customer who patiently drinking a dragon fruit ice tea, "Dragon fruit ice tea?"

"Zhan sweetened body." He got this really sexy and husky voice that can make anyone turn on. Including me. Damn.

"You need to practice your flirting skills, it needs improvement."

"Who say's I'm flirting?" This guy was difficult to understand. His mouth uttered simple things but his eyes spoke something else.

"You're not? What are you doing then?"

"Trying to change your mind." He rumbled lowly.

"Change my mind from what?"

"Your girlfriend or me?" He directly asked, without any hint of doubts or confusion in his tone.

I chuckled at the silly interrogative sentence.

"My girlfriend, obviously."

He shrugged, he looked nice when he did that. "Figures."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, nothing, don't lose yourself because of her." Never gonna happen.

"Thanks for that unsolicited advice."

He patted the top of my head with his palm, "What a good boyfriend..."

I lifted both of my eyebrows, signing him to continue his incomplete statement.

"Of...your girlfriend," he finished, his different irises were soft with...agony???

I'm seeing wrong things again...

"You should get yourself a girlfriend too."

"I already found someone," Yibo shot me an unamused grin.

I don't know what to say but decided to stick in the most basic one, "Cool, pursue her,"

"I'm invisible in her eyes...I'm envious about that person she likes, I wish I am...him." I wondered what he was trying to tell me with those strung of words. Tch, stop being irrational, Xiao Zhan...

"Zhan-" He swallowed back thanks to my phone that was ringing like a grandfather clock in midnight.

"Excuse me." I muttered and answered the call.

"Babe, where are you? I'm in your building now, someone said you went out, are you okay?" My girlfriend's vocal sound vibrated to my brain.

"I'm with..." I glanced at him, he smiled, maybe for him its a simple smile but for me it defined art. A masterpiece of a gifted painter. He's so attractive. God please don't take this guy away from me...

"Guy? Who?" Zoey asked.

DID I SAY IT OUT LOUD???!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Yibo smiled, guess he heard me too.

"I am with a friend." I enforced a normal tone.

"Friend? Where are you? I want to see you." She whined melodramatically.

"At Starbucks, near school." I replied with a steady voice, or as steady as I could muster.

"Okay! I'll go to you baby, wait for me, okay?" Yes. I am always waiting for you.

"Hm." I ended the call.

"Girlfriend?" His expression became carefully blank.

"Yeah, she'll be here." I looked up at him from my phone screen.

"My cue to leave. You guys are sweet." he remarked.

"Thanks."

"You'll be there later, right? At the second part of my concert?" He sounded anxious for my reply.

"If my girlfriend wants me to be there. I'll go." I don't want to be there...at all.

"Mn. Thank you, Zhan." Yibo placed his face mask all over again and advanced to the door of the shop.

He took one last look at me before moving his Chevy out of sight. Whatever this feeling he was giving me, I'm not going to let it get to me and destroy me.

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"Zhan, tell me who is that friend you met earlier..." Zoey crossed her arms over her chest, stamping her feet to the floor of my bedroom.

We don't have classes this afternoon so we went to my flat and rest there after taking a stroll in the park.

"I told you, some friend from high school."

I have to protect Yibo's reputation and myself too. If his fans, reporters and bashers know about this; meeting me in secret and having coffee with me, that will surely change our lives and I don't want that. I'm okay with this, being a CEO of our company who functioned through his laptop, helping his immature dad and busy bee med student who strive hard to become a doctor.

"I don't believe you. You are lying..." She scowled, earning a smile from me.

"Why are you so cute?" I sighed as I scooped her up and laid her to my bed. She cuddled with me; I lend her my arm to be her pillow.

"I am cute?" She asked innocently.

I kissed her forehead, "Yeah, and perfectly woven to be my bride when the time comes..."

She snuggled closer to me. Her breath fanned my neck. "I love you so much, Zhan."

"Me too baby, me too." I sniffed the strawberry shampoo from her hair.

I am halfway asleep when Zoey squeaked excitedly bringing me back from sleep land, "We'll be going to Yibo's concert later, okay? And I'm going to wear that bra!"

"The one he signed for you?" I hid a sneer.

"Yeahhh..." She giggled and hugged me tightly. "Zhan, can you ask him to sign my headphones?"

I cupped her face, "What did you say?"

That slapped my consciousness off my mind for a second.

She laughed; her cheeks became red.

Red...Red lips of Yibo...

She pecked my face, "I'm just joking, why do you so look tense?"

"Let's just sleep." I pulled her to my body and dozed off. "Wake me up when we go to the stadium."

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Wrong grammars and errors, yes I'm sorry. I'll edit this soon.
Thank you for reading!

-Bishounenhow111