The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Twenty-Two

The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Twenty-Two

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but you've fallen for someone

who will never be able

to breakout from his cocoon

to be courageous enough

to fall for you...rightly and truly

One whistle was adequate to show my appreciation to the car Suho showed me in the airport's parking area, an unused black Polestar. "Your dad ships it here yesterday, sir. By your grandmother's AN-205 cargo plane."

I struck both of my hand to my face and whined, not in a dramatic way.

"No calculator or formula is required to solve this paradigm. My father is the reason why those things happened these past days, leading me to reconcile with Wang Yibo. Why can't he agree to take it? I am over Yibo. Dad and his shenanigans...really. He got the balls to use grandma too."

My grandmother possessed an air freight company that was based in Japan. She had five airplanes that specially built to carry and transport goods and automobiles from one country to another but right now, my father wrecked its objectives to something like this. I could rent a car, what a waste of money.

"You must understand him, sir. He's a father."

"I'll try." Without cautious warnings, I seized the car's door to make an access to the driver's seat and drove away, separating myself from the assistant who's the only man I knew got facts, details and data about Korea. I switched on the GPS and typed 'bars', the device translated what I wrote in Chinese to Korean. It exposed few pubs that were unaffected by the virus lockdown and still accepting customers. I indicated one and trailed the course en route for it.

It took me fifty-one minutes to disembark at the establishment somewhere Yeoksam-dong. The building was highlighted in orange and black, the 'Big Rock' name was written in lights. There were expensive vehicles parading in front of the double doors.

"What are you doing? Teenagers aren't allowed here." Two buff guys guarded the way in, judging me from head to toe.

"Go home."One of them communicated in Hangul.

Using an app on my phone that deciphers my language, I confirmed my age. Showing them the university identity document I had from my old school. "I'm an adult. I'll attend Seoul National University as an exchange student." I am no seventeen.

They inspected it, linking my facial characteristics with what they perceived of me. "You look sixteen...hmmm...Go in."

After I civilly bowed for three times, I immediately progressed to the entrance overlooking their natters that I didn't have the ability to apprehend. The atmosphere inside of the room was hot and balmy however when I sat on the steel stool in the counter where a bartender was mixing several drinks, bit by bit the burning temperature vilified the space of the room, submerging me to the ambiance of summer.

Not good.

I requested for the sourest drink on the menu, a mixture of bourbon whiskey, syrup, lime, egg whites, orange slices, cherries and Balkan vodka with 88 percent of alcohol in it. I told the man to smash more vodka into my glass. Imma go wild.