The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Twenty-Three

[ Dedicated to @needinghobiwater ]

Read at your own risk! Even I know there’s no one out there reading this.

-Bishounenhow111 (back from the grave and ready to prove his haters wrong) Kidding. :B

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What is this smell?

Mhhhmmmm…makes me…hhhmmm…want to…lick…it….

I wanna lick this thing…I should stop this craziness of mine…but the scent…it’s luscious…

Where are the fireflies? Rainbows? Streaks of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet tints? The falling snow? Where the hell are they?! I take no drugs but why am I seeing them? Not to say…I am sooo…I...felt the throbbing of my…down there…it’s distressing…unmanageable…my body’s feeling horn…ny...

“Zhan…” Who is this? Is this the object my favorite smell belonged to? Yeah…this is now my favorite redolence…

I whiffed for the last time and gently nestled my face to the supple surface I am dozing off. 

“I’m so sorry, sir. In behalf of the Xiao’s family and the company, I am asking for your kind consideration. Our CEO for the moment is not well…he’s not himself tonight…he has low tolerance to alcohol and…someone put something in his drink that triggered him to act like that. An aphrodisiac pill…This country isn’t safe for him.”

Aphrodisiac??? That drug increases sexual interest!!! I’m sending my deepest sympathy and condolences to the victim…

“What?! Someone drugged him?!” The person shouted beside my ear.

I flinched. “Dodaeche mwoya?!” (What the hell?!) Who stoned who?

“Our private detectives are working on it, sir. Did the chairman commit any blunders while you were helping him get to your car? Whatever errors he performed, I’m sorry.” Suho…Why is he apologizing? Who is the man he’s talking to?

“Yeah, when I woke him up from the street, snoring on a curb, he kicked me on my knee and incorrectly raged in this nation’s language. The only correct in every word he said was mostly slangs and bad words.”

“Forgive him, sir…”

I scrubbed my fist to my closed eyes. “Suho hyung? Why are you apologizing to whoever this prick you are talking to? Hic-Su-Suho, Suho-Suho! Hic-I-I am older than you, so you call me hyung, okay?! I shouldn’t call you hyung…Hic-I love Hic-Seoul!!! I loved it! I am in Korea!!! Did you know why I drank the whole bar? Because of him! That big shot who wouldn’t rest, he’s been dancing around my mind for days! Was I not good enough for him? Was I enough but not much more?! He told me, goodbye so I guess he won’t be back to my life ever…Wang Yibo whom I liked very much…” I don’t care if it’s incomprehensible for their auditory nerves as long as I could say what I aspire to.

“Thank you for your help sir, I should-” With my half-opened eyelids I saw Suho raised both of his arms, as if I am an infant who was in his mother’s embrace…whoa…PAUSE!

I looked up and scanned the person. Somebody’s carrying me in bridal-style. He had strong jaws, pulchritudinous nose and neck. His hair…this man is luminous…I skimmed at his long-fingered hands holding me. He had nice hands. His fingernails were kept short and clean and the cordiality seemed to be effervescing through my bones.

“Can I bring him home, dad?” Where’s my dad??? Seemingly unheeded I unsteadily spilled the alphabets.

“No, Suho I’ll take him in.” He snappishly said in subterranean, well-modulated voice that sent a not unfamiliar quake racing to my spine.

“Uh…but sir, Mr. Xiao’s father instructed me to-”

“Mr. Kim Jun Myeon, his father entrusted me the obligation to take care of him while he’s here. Let me do my job. He’ll be safer if he’s with me…” He knew my father’s assistant’s real name.

There was uncomfortable silence…A loud muteness.

“Understood, sir. I’ll deliver his luggages tomorrow here in your pad.” That was the minute I heard from Suho, he seemed to shrink beneath the earth after that assertion because the explosions and stripes of looping diversified hues in my sight breached my normal vision.

“Zhan, you’re trembling…” The stranger susurrated the obvious.

“Lemme go! Don’t touch me!” I bounced off from him, I guaranteed it stunned the alien; I took benefit of his blindside initiating him to outstare. Didn’t see that coming? Hah! “Don’t-don’t…do that again! I don’t like it when someone touches me!”

My feet completed an unnecessary motion that made me look like a moron. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I zigzagged near a small hill of snow in the side of a tree and used my hands to dig.

“Xiao Zhan, don’t wander. Stop burrowing the soil!” Who is this microphone ambulance mouth guy? Burrowing?! Is he blind? I am scooping snow!

I jubilantly beamed at him, pinching a handful of snow and molded it into an animal. “I’m sculpting a snow donkey!”

“Zhan!” Without giving me a chance to finish the tail of my donkey, he wrapped his five fingers to my wrist and yanked me to walk.

“Waitttttt…” Using my free hand, I gathered up one minority of snow and dropped it inside my pants. “Ahh…it’s cold…” The cold particles from the snow snuck underneath my underwear and stopped there making me shiver in pleasure.

“ZHAN! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” He is angry~~~

I pouted at him. “I’m fe-eling ho-ot…What I did isn’t a crime, is it?”

“Come.” Cum? Or Cam? Or Come?

The alien and I indolently trespassed to a multistory building. He freed me when we gotten ourselves to an unpopulated hallway with doors.

“W-Who are you?” My eyes was watching him quizzically as I leant against the wall, arms folded, ankles crossed as I waited for an answer. He didn’t supply any so I counted the fireflies and the dragonflies that were added in the group of insects that was hip hopping in the smoky line of my sight.

“Xiao Zhan…” He relinquished my name again, attracting my attention back at him.

I cleared my brows as remembrance came.
“Wahhh…you are that billboard guy!” And other things came back to me. “Waaa-ng…Yib-o…Wang…Yi…Booo…”

Wang Yibo…I conveyed my amusement by cackling. Am I a pun to him? The man I love is here...

His sight lingered on my face as he began to pucker his brows. I sat myself on the floor while he unlocked one door. Possibly this is his place… Who cares!

“Don’t touch me, okay? I-ca-can change my po-position o-on my own.” I whacked his arms away before he placed it on my shoulders.

Right,
left,
right,
forward,
backward,
forward,
left,
right,
left,
backward,
forward,
left,
right,
backward,
forward.

My mantra in spiritual level heading to the interior of his home.

“Smells like you…” Faced-down, in a room with black bed and white mattress, I plopped my hefty self.

“You are soaked. Change your clothes…”  

“Yes…” Jammed on the cushion, I ensured my preeminent proficiency to strip off, I flunked.

“Fuck!” I overheard him speak and I’d been flipped, facing the ceiling.

I sat up. “Yi-Yibo???”

What is he…nghhhhhh???

“Ah…ahhh…” I moaned a little when his careful fingers touched my skin. My clothes were now removed by him, only my boxer was left on me. I inclined myself closer to him, leaning to his chest, I charitably donated the time for him to wipe my back with towel tissues. “Feels sooo goooooooood…” 

“That’s sexy…I don’t think I can hold back anymore…” He leaned in and reflectively gawped at me.

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Okay. Okay. Calm down. Settle down. I’ll update the next chapter as soon as possible. Prepare your drinks, bring me ice tea too, you’ll get thirsty.

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

-Bishounenhow111