The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Three

The backstage was well lit. The whole place was like a gigantic spaceship made of thick walls. We advanced to the wide hallway that directed to several doors with labels on them such as 'costume designers', 'stage and production managers', 'technical directors', 'make-up artists', 'backup dancers' and many more and also, there were myriads of straightened and tangled wires on the sides of the technical section, mixing consoles, gigantic amplifiers, and PA system.

Loads of tall bars of steel that were assembled as pillars to support the whole area behind the actual stage and bunch of big black boxes with small wheels that I know were containers of lights and other production equipment's that helped this event to be successful. The staging was designed for easily set-up and take-down, prioritizing the fact that the tour of whoever this prick was only scheduled for three days.

"My name is Dara, Yibo's noona in the entertainment company. What's yours?" The lady asked me as she stopped outside of the door that has a tag with words written across it, 'WY - Do Not Disturb'

"I am Xiao Zhan." I replied with a bow.

She smiled genuinely, she gave off sweet and caring vibe of an older sister, "You're too cute to be someone's fanboy, you sure you're in the right path?"

Cute? Me? Maybe.

I wanted to laugh at that but I keep a straight face, "Yes. On the right path."

"All right, if you say so, hmmm... why are you holding that?" Dara eyed the bra in my hand as if she was unearthing everything beneath me and to make me confess what she already knew.

I hastily hid my arms with the material in my back and pretend I didn't her say anything.

"Don't lie to me, tell me the truth," she said eager to know my side of the story.

I ruffled my hair with my free hand, "My girlfriend will dump me if I can't get the autograph of her idol on her br-...," I didn't finish what the word was instead showed her the piece of clothing my lover threatened me to bring to the other side of the platform.

One of her seamlessly trimmed eyebrow rose up, "Oh really? Don't you think your relationship with her delineate the word toxicity, why don't you leave her and continue with your life? If you ask me it's better for you stay single than to be with that kind of girl."

That caught me off guard.

People with their severe remarks.

"I didn't ask you so I love my girlfriend and that will stay for eternity,"

You don't understand, no one did. That declaration of "I love my girlfriend" is more than just a sentence, it won't be perished both in my mind and heart because I know my existence would be useless if I can live here on earth without her. I don't want to lose what I live for.

Stuck-up society don't want to see us together? Then ignore us! We're humans too, hate us but respect us, without each other we're barely breathing and Zoey's my oxygen. She is the only one in my world that's worth fighting for and I won't let anybody hold me down! 

"Your girlfriend deserves you, I guess." She muttered; a tiny apologetic smile crossed her face.
I wondered if she really meant it, I don't expect her to, "Can we go and meet this so-called 'Yibo'? Where's his dressing room?" I don't give a crap if I sounded impolite, hell I am furious just by thinking about this imprudence situation I am in.

"You're here now," she informed me and banged the door open. I felt like I am an intruder with this woman.

A half-naked guy with black pants who was playing on his phone directed his line of sight to us, "Why are you here, noona?" he stood up from sitting on a yellow beanbag and wrapped a white towel around his neck. He seemed to be taller up close and has well-developed abdomen muscles in not cringe sort of way.

After that observation, I didn't dare to look at him again. Why would I?! I am also a man!

"To watch you perform, of course. I brought presents," She marched across the room to the full-length lighted mirror and looked at herself there, trying kinds of hats.

All clothes were hung in a long horizontal pole that has dark blue stand. On a dresser there were cosmetic products lining up.

"Thanks for the presents but I got works to do here, go back to Korea," He removed the fedora hat from her head and put it back to its rack. "I have to practice my new dance routine, finalize the choreograph we planned and pick the songs the director sent to me."

Dara gave him a playful smack in the shoulder, "How cruel! You don't know the feeling of missing someone, I've missed you, namdongsaeng!"

"All right, I missed you too," he said without any emotion in his tone. "You there, bring her somewhere else. Use my car."

"What?" What the? Is he talking to me? I am not a PA, man.

"Yibo, he's not my assistant. His name is Xiao Zhan. He is your fan,"

He opened his mouth and closed it again, "I'm sorry," he remarked bleakly. "But I am not going to sign any autographs or take pictures with you, I thought I made it clear to everyone that supports me."

"I hope you'll give him special consideration. This is a very important night for him. It's in your hands either he'll die or live," That stunned me, I never thought she will say that. I wish I had a sister like her.

"You can thank me later," she waved at me, "I'll be outside, Yibo, see you again Xiao Zhan," and she's out.

"Should I call someone to instruct you where the door is?" he headed to where I quietly planted myself.

I gathered all the peace in me, stopping any hurtful words to spill. I shifted the weight of my legs to the other, straightened my back from slouching and swallowed the lump that was slowly forming in my throat, "Could you please sign this for me? For my girlfriend?"

He didn't look at the thing that was on my hand but stared at me, eyes with impossibly beautiful lashes that held an unknown dimension one will never get lost.

This celebrity unknowingly destroyed the notion of that quote, no one is perfect. He is. With a great amount of money he earns, he can get a surgery or whatnot. From his brownish black silky hair, white blemish free skin, plump red lips, a jawline to cut your finger on and the sexiest nose, no one could claim a sexy nose, but he could and that's infuriating.

Am I too late to be his fan or what? I mentally stab myself with the guys jawline.

"I'm sure you love this girl so much." AND WHY DOES HE HAVE THAT HUSKY, EROTIC VOICE?!

I nodded. "Tch. Of course. And I will do anything and everything to make her stay."

"You're fascinating..." He moved his face closer to mine.

"The fuck, man!" I backed away but not without noticing it, he has different colored eyes. Different irises.

Bluish green and hazel...so familiar...

Is he wearing different colored contact's? Who cares, I don't. I only want to get this done. ZOEY!!!

This is not acceptable! She can't leave me! I won't permit her! This is too unreal! Who would ask her boyfriend to do such thing like this and if he'll fail, she'd dump him?! Darn it. Only my girlfriend. Only her.

"Very well." Weird-eyed voice brought me back from taking a stroll in my mind.

"You'll sign this? Great! You save me!" I instinctively lifted the corners of my lips.

"Not a big deal," he raised and lowered his shoulders a bit. I'm sure it's a shrug in his own way.

I shoved him the 'soft material'. I really can't say it in my clean brain. "Hurry dude, I've got a crying and distress girlfriend waiting outside."

"I understand why you did this for her but..." I tried to read him but I can't get any clue what he was thinking.

I used my hand to signaled him to go on.

"You have to kiss me."

"What?" He's just kidding right? "Ha-ha-ha...that's funny. Cool joke." I gave him a thumbs-up.

"No. I am serious." He needs to clarify it!

I waited for him to rephrase what he said but both of us ended up silently breathing, looking at each other.

"If you can't do it for your girlfriend then I guess you just have to break up with her, don't worry there are always gonna be replacements for...things," he said in an undertone.

He struck a chord in me, "You don't know anything about us, stop putting your nose to others business."

"What if I say, I want to put my lips to yours? It's not illegal, right? You are old enough to know the difference of someone being molested from someone who's willingly giving up his cherry to the hawk,"

What cherry? What hawk?  He was clouding my mind, "What are you blathering about?"

One side of his mouth pulled up in half-smile, "I don't have whole night to stay up and pause for your answer, decide now."

It's only a kiss, no biggie. I will think about Zoey while he does it. A must do!

"Okay. Kiss me." I blurted out without any other doubt.

"Kiss you?"

"Yes, I won't be the one who will initiate the kiss! You asked for it then you do it."  I snarled at him. "I'm going to stand still."

"Whatever you say," he pulled me against him and slipped his hand around my back. The other holding my nape, he leaned in, trailing the side of my cheek with his lips, I neglected the little prickles of awareness shooting up my groin as this guy's thigh pressed warmly against me. I closed my eyes when he found my mouth at last. We match impeccably, in sync we hungrily attacked each other's mouth.

ZOEY  ZOEY  ZOEY  ZOEY  ZOEY...

Exhilaration surge within me as I visualized Zoey. The kissed pressed more deeply, much more urgent, hard, heavy, with passion and anger... I want this...more, more and more and more. I unconsciously parted my lips; burning elation swept my senses as I melted away, dancing with lava fire, hot and thick. I let his tongue caressed mine, searching for the hollows of my mouth, tasting what I could offer. My hands moved to his soft hair and tugged on it, pushing his face to mine even I knew too well there was no space between us.

He carried me effortlessly above the short dresser, throwing things everywhere. God, is he crazy? I am crazy! I controlled the gasp I freed when his lips ran to the white column of my throat and his hand sneakily clipped one of my nipples with his fingers. I cried out in protest when he abandoned my flesh but he stifled it with a kiss once more.

"Where's that bra? I'll sign it," he said as he nibbled in my ear and that woke me up from my dazed and drugged on lust state. I squirmed out from his arms and fixed my sweater.

"Here," I grabbed the forgotten sliver of lace and elastic. He yanked it from me, using a permanent marker he wrote his signature on it.

"Thanks," I raised my hand to get it back but he swiftly moved it from me and pecked on my lips, "This is not yet the end."

I reached for the stuff and successfully acquired it, "Keep dreaming!"

"I will certainly dream about you," his seductive voice vibrated in my brain.

How long had it taken him to do that? Persuading me? Three minutes? I'd never been so completely seduced in my life! 

I flipped him my middle finger and sauntered out from the room.

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"Baby are you okay? Why are you not saying anything?" Zoey enquired pryingly after we dropped Lisa off and continued the drive to their house this winter evening.

We weaved, too fast through cars that were travelling the highway too.

"I'm tired," That's all I can say. I feel like I've been drained. My soul packed its belongings in its suitcases without my confirmation and move out from my body.

She pouted her lips, "I'm sorry for being such a bad girlfriend, please forgive me," she pinched my cheeks and kissed it.

"Zoey, I'm driving," I glanced at her coldly.

She glared at me and slumped in the passenger seat where she at, "I don't know why you are giving me this cold shoulder from that moment you came out from the backstage, what did Yibo do to you?"

I adjusted the heater with my hand. The interior of my hummer was black leather with tinted windows. It has safe impression inside.

"Nothing," eyes still on the road, "Don't ever mention his name ever again!" I growled.

"I thought we already agreed on this, you'll accept me for being a fangirl and back me up at your best," her voice cracked and her lower lip droop.

"Don't cry, we're almost in your house and I'm sorry too," I said as I hit the gas.

"I hate you," She cutely sputtered.

I came around the vehicle and offered my hand to her. 

"We know you don't mean it," I uttered and helped her out. 

"Yeah...I love you," she touched my face and kissed me in the mouth. Too foreign...the way our tongue danced and her taste, it became unfamiliar...

"I love you too..." I smiled after I detached myself from her.

She bit her lower lip and flirtatiously played with my hair, "My parents weren't here, you can stay for tonight..."

"Maybe next time," I pushed the strands of my hair covering my eyes. She watched me with apparent anxiety written all over her form.

"I'll call you later, okay? Good night," I kissed her forehead hurriedly and ducked from the porch.

I brought the engine to life and journeyed home.

My phone rang on the dashboard and I answered it using my airpods, "Yes, dad I'll be there. Send the document to me. Yeah. Yeah. I know what my priorities are. Bye." I removed the pods from my ear and focused to the route in front of me.

Another brand ambassador for the company? Why didn't I know about it?

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I'm sorry for the errors, mistakes and whatnot. I'll edit this soon.

-Bishounenhow111