The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Seven

The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Seven

Credits to the original owner of the song. Anyway... I like this song so freaking much.
(Just ignore me, please.)

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"What...??? Yibo?" I found myself saying the name. I wanted to mentally beat myself with my phone, what if I am wrong and this person wasn't him? Geez, I could hear the siren of mortification and embarrassment ambulance coming my way.

The individual removed his hands away from me and I faced him. I am right. The Idol. Wang Yibo. "What are you doing here?" Seriously I kept on repeating my words tonight.

He chuckled, a croaky one. "Do you miss me, Zhan?"

He was wearing a white V-neck black shirt, denim jacket, black pants and black baseball cap with white converses. Saying he's good-looking was an understatement. Just look at him! He was in everyone's goodnight dreams and fantasies!!!

I looked into his eyes with different colored irises.

"No." I did but I won't tell you that. It's too unfitting for me to missed someone I saw minutes ago.

"The truth?" This guy was always asking me ridiculous questions whenever we're alone.

"Nothing but the truth." And speaking of being unaccompanied...Where the hell is my girlfriend?!

As though he knew what I was thinking, he scowled. "Don't worry, your girlfriend gave me the full responsibility to take good care of you. She paid me, five hundred yuan."

I searched his face for any sign of falsehood but he was skilled in hiding it if he did lie about this.
"What are you trying to play?"

He suddenly laughed, receiving an unwanted attention from the people in the lot. Even though the streetlamps were unlit closed to my truck, I am not convinced that this situation wouldn't give our identities off, his fans were detectives.

"Stop, we're being stared at." I hissed at him, casing his mouth with my hand. Next thing he acted wasn't supposed to materialize into reality but it did. Fuck it did. His wet tongue grazed my palm.

I skipped back and instantly took my hand away from him with my free one. "Yibo!!!" I angrily said between gritted teeth.

He pushed his head back and hooted.

"Quiet." I shrieked at him.

He giddily put a finger to his lips, "Shh...do you want them to know the superstar they worship loves you?"

I didn't bother to glimpse around. "I don't know what to say..." I grumbled. He was making me feel something I do not want to feel.

I swear this man can bring Shakespeare back from the grave with his cheesy and corny out of the blue speeches.

"What about this, why don't you be the numerator and I be the denominator and both of us reduce to simplest form?"

"Stop." Shit...

"I wish I was your calculus homework, because then I'd be hard and you'd be doing me on your desk."

Hell...

"Stop it."

"If I were sin²x and you were cos²x, together we'd be ONE." He jokily winked.

"Yibo, I'm warning you."

"If four plus four equals eight, ....then me plus you equals fate."

Damn it. Why didn't I think about this? I should use this to Zoey.