The Superstar’s Autograph
_Chapter Twenty-Five

[Dedicated to einfach_Eileen]

(Final pre-revision) This song is pretty old but still awesome. I've read someone's message and I realized it is from a hater, if only I could block those people...

Read at your own expense!

-Bishounenhow111

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“Nǐ bù míngbái wǒ shuōle shénme ? (You don’t understand what I’ve said?) How can a small bean like him pronounce Mandarin so fluently? “Wǒ shuō nǐ hěn chǒu (I said you are ugly.) His chubby appearance and cute demeanor was a disguise to hide his insolence. 

This is the first kid I’ve ever met that called me ugly in two languages. “You know Mandarin too? That’s wonderful.”

His red thin lips tightened making a horizontal line on his face. Too think about it, his face was like a porcelain doll, male Bisque or Chinese figurine that forged to become someone’s unrealistic friend with thick brown curls, pointy proportioned nose to his large almond eyes, pale skin and his cryptic manner scares me…

He straightened out his back.

He’s taller than those average six or seven year old children…      

I remained standing there beholding his stony stare. “Want me to sing you a song?” If only I could lure him with a song then maybe he’ll step aside from the door. It’s too cold…this robe can’t help me…Clothes…I must get them… “What about Xiao Xing Xing?” (Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Chinese Version)

“Ah-ni, go-ma-weo.” (No, thank you.)

“So, what are you thinking I should do? I am becoming a popsicle here…”

“Get out. Go back to China or to whatever zoo you originated from.” ZOO?!

“Is Yibo your dad? I am not his lover; I am not going to steal him from you. We’re just…” Yibo and I? What are we? Friends? Friends don’t do ‘it’…Unless they’re more than friends but less than lovers? I don’t know.

GAAAAAHHHHHH!!! ONE FURTHER STEP IN THIS STAIRCASE OF CONFUSION AND I’M DEPARTING TO LUNACY UNIVERSE!!!

“What? You are what? His dog or his flea?”

This descendant of Dracula! How dare he?! “I am his…Chingu.” (Friend)

Yeah, I’m cool with it! Yibo and I are friends. I’ll gum that tag to our relationship from this morning. If we can’t put any term to our bond then ‘Friends’ is a proper one. I can shout it to the world shorn of any repentant vindication or guilt. It’s the safest method to shield him from hateful judgments from people around him and his reputation. It can also hide me away from Zoey’s qualms in the future.  

“Are you sure? You are not a Sasaeng?” (Obsessive fan)

“No.”

“If you are not, then why are you in that robe? It’s Wang Yibo’s robe.” His eyebrows flew to the ceiling.

Distinctly, he’s interrogating me.

“I…borrowed this from him because my clothes were inside of the room behind you.” I don’t have any garments here but Yibo can afford to lend me some, right?

“Xiao Zhan?! Where are you?”
Yibo called my name and to my surprise the kid placed his fat pointy finger to his lips, silencing me and mouthed. “Keep your mouth shut or I’ll let him know you tried to spank me.”

WHAT A SACK OF LIES!!!

I slugged back my annoyance.

Just who the hell is this venomous kid?! “Why are you so unkind to me?”

Someone snapped the door open at just that moment, like an exclamation point. I beheld the eyes of the guy I did spend my night with. “Zhan, I thought you left…”

“He is on his way to go, right?” The grumpy child objected. 

After hearing that froggy croak, the celebrity promptly glared at the possessor of that cheeky report. “Sejun?! Where’s your dad?”

My mind was reeling with positive and faintly aggressive thoughts, but it took minutes of soul-searching before I finally knew what to say, “You are not his dad?” I asked cautiously, hating myself intensely.

“No, he is my neighbor’s son.” My suspicions reached to the maximum crowning of the uncut condition.

NEIGHBOR’S SON?!

The siren had gone off in my mind but on the other hand I refused to be wavered by it. “Cross your heart, hope to die?”

ARE YOU JESTING WITH ME?! THIS PINT-SIZED UNMANNERLY RASCAL LOOKS SIMILAR TO YOU!!!

“Cross my heart, hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye.” He did a hand gesture, crossing his arms over his chest and used his right hand to point at his eyes. I don’t understand him…Why so childish, Yibo? “Sejun’s living with his dad. I’ll explain later after we eat our breakfast.”

Sejun...How did he get in? I didn't see him in this apartment last night...

“Just say that you want him to be your breakfast, hyung.” A ‘bored to death’ look entered Sejun’s eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t aspire it as well…Zhan.”

Flares of humiliation tiptoed to my neck. “Are you done bullying me, huh?”

“No, not yet done.”

“Despicable.” I rasped in displeasure. 

“Okay, okay, don’t quarrel you two. Sejun, be good to our guest. Xiao Zhan is older than you, use ‘gege’ or ‘hyung’ to address him.” Yibo scooped him off from the floor and pecked his cheek. He kissed him…“We’ll be in the kitchen, be there after you dress up.”

“I’ll cook for you if you want.”

Wang Yibo convened an unsteady chuckle. “Sure…But I don’t think I have groceries…I just came back so…”

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“You look adorable in my shirt and shorts, Zhan.” Yibo gunned me his blinding smile as I crashed to the kitchen of his home.

“Thanks. This apartments neat.” I complimented.

“This is my home when I am in Korea. If you don't know, I've  been a trainee for four years here, in one of the entertainment companies that produced Chinese and Korean idols yet I never had the chance to be popular, I did mini concerts but it all went to the dumps but that changed when I went back to the country where I was born. China received me with conviction. My first fans were Chinese...including your girlfriend. I'll tell you more about me later if you want to...”

Why didn't I ask him about his story? About his life? Maybe because from the beginning of everything, I am the center of his galaxy...I didn't care to what and who he is...I am the only one that matters...I am a simpleton!

Is it really true that I don't like him? That I am not interested in him? There's so much that happened and I don't even know what his parent's names were or if he has siblings...Or his birth date...

Goddd...I am meanest of them all, those evils and monsters in this world...

“Mhm. Okay. Let's eat something, I'm hungry...” I'm sorry, Yibo for not giving you a chance to tell me all about your life. 

With the aid of Yibo’s phone, I messaged Suho to procure take outs and deliver it to us. I was dumbfounded when he also brought my suitcase, backpack and the car I left in the club. I dredged up tads of what I did at that disastrous evening but that’s all I could retrieve and promised to myself that I won’t ever drink liquor in this country.

Through my father’s assistant efforts and for gathering information about the current issues surrounding Korea, I am well-informed that the nation had been quarantined for the pandemic same as the other countries of the world but because there were fast recovery of the patients and they’d already acquired the vaccine to cure the casualties, the government issued to lift the seclusion law after one week and hand its citizens the liberty to go back to their normal lives.

Yibo's concert will surface in no time...

“And sir, if you are not aware of it, all aircraft corporations from China were influenced by the pandemic, it is your father sir that demanded the Hainan Airlines CEO to allow one aircraft to transfer us and some passengers to Incheon Airport.”

I HATE MY DAD. “Did he do this because of Yibo too?”

“Unmistakably yes. He told me to relay these words too...”

“What words?”

“No matter what the cost to pay, after Wang Yibo's duty here, you need to bring him back as our brand ambassador to China, sir.”

Finished saying it, I ordered  Suho to leave us.

“You heard him, right? Be our brand ambassador.” I asked the person who was preoccupied to a brat that peacefully ate his cream bread and sprinkled of m&m's donuts.

“Yes but I don't like to work with you as my boss.” He stirred his Starbucks coffee by rocking it with his hand.

“As a friend. Please work for us as my friend.” This is the accurate timing to discuss it, the labeling of our relationship.

“Friend? I am your friend?” He pushed the bangs of his hair out with his palm. “Guess you friend zoned me...”

Did it shock him? No. This is not a thunderbolt of divulgence. He should know better. “Our relationship. You and I are friends. You are my friend. I considered you that...Nothing else.”

“Can I be the 'best friend'?”

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When your crush friend zoned you and you just want the best for everyone, follow Yibo "Can I be the 'best friend'?" Hahahahahahaha.

Next chapter: Explanation why Sejun is there.

Wrong grammars and English usage errors. I KNOW. I'll edit this work soon.

-Bishounenhow111