The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Sixteen

The Superstar’s Autograph
_Chapter Sixteen

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“Yi-Yibo…I-I…I…”  I reviled this sort of act. Deceiving myself, chucking the falsehood and denial approach to my sentient point of view. “I want an autograph from you.”

I do love you thus I’ll protect you and everything that you cherished dearly. From your name to the line of your life as a celebrity anyone venerated and fond of.

I gasped for air. I am my personal nastiest enemy…

Yibo’s expression was murderous. It’s a pity that I can’t take photos of him with this manner of countenance. Honor my sarcasm. “Tell me why. Why you want my autograph?” I am not certain if there’s something wrong with his microphone but the quality of his vocal was troubling.

I unhurriedly gaited to the mid center of the platform, not looking away from him. He was wearing a baggy white long sleeves, black jeans and around his neck there was a dangling black fabric with a width of two inches cut from a measure instrument. Was it a blindfold or fashion scarf? God. There's no time for that bullshit. “I want to say this with thousands of people present tonight…”

Yibo grabbed my arm, he moved his hand with the mic away from him to keep whatever words he would say in private. “Zhan, don’t do this. Whatever you are aiming on doing, please don’t.”

The other half of my lips escalated, giving him a lopsided smile. “What are you talking about? I’ll just show you how to be a good man. Watch.” 

I’m sorry if you thought I’m leading you on. You are right. Let’s go back to the old behaviors we did in our lives before we’ve met. Me as an outsider of your world and you to mine. You told me from the moment you walked out from my door, right? Be it, then. You left me with nothing, not a word of possibility that we’ll be together so I’ll leave that macrocosm you have created for the both of us too. There were scattered clues around, there were none. But Yibo, I harkened the notes you wrote, out of ordinary and vibrant, a symphony even Mozart can’t transliterate, ‘I’ll leave you alone and never come back.’ I agreed to take.

“Zhan…” He said delicately, rising my pulse but as fast as it emerged, it died off in a tick of time. “Are you mad at me?” Yibo touched the base of his neck.

Exhaling noisily through my pursed lips, I mumbled. “No.” I glanced to the audience and maintained my resilient posture.

I am not. I am mad at myself for resorting to this plot.

“Meng Zoey…” All around me, anticipation was evident. Every fan of the guy fastened their mouth closed. “Please come to the stage…”

From the VIP zone, a girl walked through the cramped area to the flight of stairs. With broad smile, my girlfriend slammed herself towards me so hard that the vigor would have hurled me to the ground if my arms hadn’t caught her and help her up. It whacked my breath out of me.

“Zhan…” She struggled in my hold. Face crimson red.

“I have a question for you.” I balanced Zoey to her feet and whisked the small garnet colored velvet box that has been in my hoodie’s front pocket. I instructed Suho in advance to purchase one of these things from my dad’s friend who owned a jewelry crafting company before driving me to the concert venue. “Look there, baby…Say Yes.” I pressed my lips to her ear and indicated to a person not afar from us, my best friend Jia Cheng who was flapping a LED board with exquisite medieval calligraphy fonts of ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME?’. He did what I asked him to do. ASAP.

Zoey covered her mouth in surprised and shed tears. Not sob, tear up or something similar. She was crying at the top of her lungs.

I dropped on one knee. “Meng Zoey, will you marry me?” I lifted the closure of the box and unveiled her the ring, a 35 carat diamond, platinum engagement ring that can be converted to 10 million USD and in Chinese yuan it would be 71,523,000 Rmb.

She flickered her eyelids; couldn’t believe what ensued this evening.

“Yes…YES!!! Xiao Zhan, I’ll marry you.” She leapt herself to the air and hugged me. I slipped the ring to her finger. 

I kissed her cheek while doing so I stole a glimpse to someone who was standing at the corner and seeing this all along. He stared at me vacantly. I'm a blank page in the notebook he didn't want to fill with inks of care.

“Wang Yibo, can you sign my hoodie and my fiancee's garment too? We’ll really appreciate it. I'll interpret it as your advance wedding gift for us.” I solicited respectfully.

Comprehension and professionalism wavered on the poker face he maintained. I spun myself to him with Zoey so that he could write his signature to our clothes. The MC handed him a black permanent marker and he signed the shoulder part of Zoey’s red dress. He then carried on to my hood, I have no idea what he inscribed on it but after that he pulled it covering my head.

“Thank you for making my night special.” Wang Yibo waved to his desperate adherents, their uproars and screams asking him to be here again, in our city. He grinned and departed the stage that somehow changed into a gibbet to my perspective. Replaying the same procedure, he did when he ran off from me. 

Goodbye for real. Yibo.

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I drove my hummer to my best friend’s house and we all got out. The two girls, Zoey and Lisa immediately locked themselves to the latter’s bedroom. They’ll positively start listing and organizing our soon to be wedding.

Women.

Jia Cheng scoffed in distaste and went upstairs, I followed suit to his room. 

“How do you feel? Are you excited for your marriage?” The trepidation in his intonation was forming more negative effect to my perturbed heart.

“Nobody admits that they’re not fine, Jia Cheng…” I told him, admiring his Call of Duty posters. I want to be with my dad. I didn’t have the audacity to talk to people right now except him. “Tell Zoey, I’ll be in the flat.”

Uncertainty flew to his face.“Okay, I’ll be here if you want to talk about it or not. I'm here.” He threw a can of soda at me that came from the stacks of junk foods he was collecting for any purposes.

I accepted it, simpering with moist eyes. “See you.” I hauled myself downstairs and out of the Cheng’s residence.

The truck was faintly lit by the dashboard's controls, I usually couldn't see clearly in the dark but the blinking lights of the panels was enough for me to fathomed that my hands on the steering wheel were shaking.

Counting from one to ten in my thoughts, I turned the radio on and a random station flared up. It helped me relax. From the craziness of metropolitan, the journey to my dad’s house that situated in a town outside of the city where I came from was a funeral procession, I re-trained myself not to break in front of him so I voluntarily slowed the drive, singing off key to unfamiliar songs in my vehicle's stereo.

I've been dreaming to save the world when I was a child...I wanted to become a hero, I had it in me...But I came to understand that's its okay to save a person. And thats also okay if that person was me...I'll be my hero.

Try to be mature, Zhan. There's no Wang Yibo...Escape from your fantasy prison...

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THANKS FOR READING!

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

-Bishounenhow111