The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Thirteen

[ Dedicated to Yizhanwillprevail ]

Credits to the original owner of this song.

P.S. I'm crying while typing this chapter, it feels like I am in this story and I couldn't do anything to help them...Don't judge me. I am a crybaby.

-Bishounenhow111

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Yibo lightly dipped me in the tub with red roses petals floating in the white soppy lukewarm liquid. "Where did you get these petals?" I smiled and played with the bubbles around me.

"I bought few clothes earlier when you were sleeping and I saw these roses in a flower shop so I thought to give you an extraordinary bubble bath. Wait for me." He said as he exited the bathroom.

"Yibo, I thought you are done showering. Don't come in the bathtub with me!!!" I yelled to his retreating figure.

A bubble bath with roses?! Never heard of it but this man here invented it. What a weirdo.

His laughed echoed in the whole room. "I won't."

After one minute he appeared in front of me with clothes on, a sweatshirt and black shorts. He folded the sleeves up to his elbow and acquired a sponge mesh net, plunged it to the water to get soap on it and the guy started scrubbing me with it, from my neck to my chest in a squat position where he put all his weight to his feet. "I want you to be spotless clean again."

"Are you saying that after meeting you, I became dirty? You didn't taint me at all." Sting of hot tears were forming in my eyes. I could sense the pain he was trying to inflict. Reality sucks but those words from him were more excruciating. I knew you were meant to go!

He let go of the sponge and cupped my face with his hands. "Zhan, I'm just trying to tell you that tonight-"

This was it!

"You're going to leave and tomorrow you'll do the last part of your tour and you'll have to act like we didn't met." I bit my lower lip, stopping it from making any noises. I don't want to hopelessly bawl while clinging to his arms.

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.

I chuckled with an airy laugh. Compelling myself not to cry loudly. Why am I feeling this way?! "You're too cheesy."

"I can be anything for you, love." He winked and pulled my arm, rubbing it too.

I paused thinking for a second, discerning about what to say next. "After your concert, where will you go next?"

"Tch, let's not talk about that."

I eyed him with suspicion. "You don't want to talk about that because its easy for you to find my replacement."

An unwelcome smug smirk appeared on his mouth. "Now you're being jealous."

I punched him on his upper arm, getting a groan from him. "I don't even like you, Wang Yibo."

"Yeah. Convince yourself with that. The truth will prevail though." He turned me around in order to exposed my back to him, I hugged my knees and he continued what he was doing, 'cleaning' me.

"Shut up. I'm hungry...can you make it faster?" I couldn't guess what was the time but I'm starving.

He looked at me, shocked. "You want me to be faster? Don't say such sentence, Zhan. You are only allowed to say that in your bedroom with me. Of course."

"Yibo, you know what I mean!" I narrowed my sight at him.

"Cute...Okay, okay." Fifteen minutes passed and he was finished fooling with my body. He made me wore my boxers and a black bunny onesie, I didn't know where store he got it but not to mention I am captivated by its fluffy cloth. So, no protests whatsoever. We placed charcoal face mask to our faces while we ate pizza in the living rooms floor and took our fever medicines. Afterwards he peeled it off with his too, my skin felt relieved and the stress vanished away, just like he said I would feel.

"Zhannie, you have to move your samurai to kill that dino. Left right. Up down, babe. Come on. We're losing points!"

I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm. "Zhannie?" I am sitting on his lap and we both holding our controllers. Its past eight in the evening when we chose to play the Classic Ninja Turtle game on my PS4.

Without removing his vision from the screen, he shrugged and pecked my cheek. "Its you. You're my baby, babe, Zhan, Zhan Zhan and Zhannie."

Don't blush!!! Don't blush!!! Don't blush!!!

"Oh, he's blushing..." He cooed. I paused the game when I got killed by the dinosaur who rode a spaceship. I wonder who developed this...Unsatisfactory. One star out of five.

"No. I am not!" My hand automatically snatched a pillow from the sofa and hit his head.

"You!" He hissed, grinning in hilarity.

I stucked my tongue out and ran from him, he chased me saying 'the lion wants to eat the rabbit' It didn't survive from my emotional heart and the reaction was high-speed as lightning...I'm turning into a red bell pepper flushed mess.

"Give up." Yibo growled, we were in my room, bed was the object separated us.

"No! I don't want your pay back!" I hurled a neckroll pillow at him, he caught it. And kept coming. I threw another one, and another. It was all a terrible shot. Nothing seemed to smack him.

"Zhan." He called my name. Enraged.

"Nah., I didn't hear you." I flung my last cushion and he was on me. Grabbing my wrists, propelled me onto the bed and crawled on top of me. I may be a bit taller than him but he used his heaviness to pound me on the futon.

"Yi-Yibo." I breathed out.

"You've been very naughty." He pressed my hands down at my sides, his hips against my splayed legs. He was getting closer to me. Closer... I didn't know what to do so I rested there, shutting my eyes, anticipating for anything to happen. Then, an another fit of echoing laughter flooded my calm flat. Yibo was laughing so hard.

"You idiot!!!" I shouted, pushing him off of me and sat up.

"What are you thinking? I won't do something you really wanted." He arched his brow.

I kicked him but he seized my foot and pulled me to lay with him. "Let's sleep..."

"Do you want to watch movies on Netflix?" I whispered under my blankets. If I could ask for one more day. Or week. Or month. Or year. I would. As long as he's with me.

"No. I am tired."

I faced him. "I'll miss you..." My stomach in knots. Crap.

"Me too..."

I scooted to him, noticing his pink ear. "Yibo..."

"Hmm?"

"You. Are. Also. Bluuuuuuuuussssshhhhhhiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggggg..." Where did I attain the guts to say that???!!!

"Mn." He planted a kiss on my forehead.

I sighed. I raised one finger and traced his eyebrows, his eyelids, the bridge of his nose and paid special attention to his lips.

"Yibo..."

No respond. He was fast asleep. I slowly leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. "Yibo...I hope you'll find the person who is tied at the other end of your red string of fate soon..." I knew too well, it wasn't me.

Red string of fate, I've read it once from a Chinese book and I believed it. The god's tie an invisible red thread around the pinky to those individuals who were destined to meet each other. The two were connected by the red thread were ordained to be lovers, they'll be soulmates nevertheless of time, place or situations. This enchanted cord may stretch or tangle but never break. And I prayed that Zoey was the one for me...

"Good night." I floated off to my slumber.

The ringing of a phone made me scratched my head. With half-opened eyelids, I scanned the darkness. The light from the balcony of my bedroom didn't support me so I stood up and turned on the lampshade on my bedside. I saw Yibo's phone vibrating and deafeningly buzzing.

"Yibo, somebody's calling you." I shook him and he did wake up.

He answered it with me listening to him. "No. I am not with a girl."

He's with a boy, stupid. I want to retort to whoever was interrupting my sleep.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I'll be there as soon as possible and don't tattletale this to my manager. Dara noona, stop with your advices. Okay, Okay. I'll apologize to my fans tomorrow." He was upset.

The idol verbalized a bye to the caller and rashly changed his clothes. I was there, standing, feeling the weight of the dark clouds that was about to pour above my form.

"Uh..." He sounded blue. Why can't he say my name right now? Please say it...

"Yeah?"

"Good luck with Zoey. Goodbye." Yibo deprived me to look at him one last time. Everything was quiet and as the door behind him slammed to its frame indicating that he was gone, a small tear rolled from my eyes.

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

Thank you for reading!

-Bishounenhow111