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That day, I went to receive Yibo from a fanmeet. He has to go to an award show after that. So Haikuan will go there directly from the office and I'll drive him there. My work is finished today, and after that, I have to attend a workshop. I can spend time with him in the middle.
Even if it's a little time... it's fine. I miss him if he is not with me.
Yibo came out of the fanmeet. His demeanor graceful; he emanated a softness akin to spring water yet was as distant and aloof as frost and snow.
I am standing in a corner. I have a mask on. I felt a tight desire to hug him. But I can't do that here. There are other guards and a few staff behind him.
But he was interrupted by a guard. He too was probably asking for an autograph. Yibo didn't say no. So, he holds a small notebook and Yibo takes it and starts writing. Enchanted, the guard felt the warmth within him instantly, as if the chillness in the night air had suddenly gone. Other presented members seemed to react in a similar fashion. Some even holding phones. Hey hey! You are there for duty. Oh? He even asking for handshake?? More handshake??
Huhu.. this is my boyfriend. The young man possess an innate ability to draw everyone’s attention, eliciting lingering glances and momentary stupors.
Ahh! Wait... I've been waiting for him so long.. it's been 4 minutes 47 seconds...you are wasting our time!
Yibo comes and stands before me. His skin is the popular honey or wheat hue often associated with handsome men. Be it his slightly upturned phoenix eyes or his naturally curving, thin lips, his features lean more toward ethereal beauty than rugged handsomeness. My smile didn't fade but broadened. Very carefully I move the hair bags from his forehead a little.
"Can I have an autograph?" I ask.
He closes the gap between us, and whispers, "What about a one-on-one fan meeting?"
I giggle.
We sit inside the car. The world outside is completely shut down.
"Do you have any writing pad?" He asks.
"No."
"Then should I give my autograph some other place?" He eyed my body.
I punch him softly.
"you are crazy"
"...crazy about you."
He breaks into laughter. I join.
We chat about this and that while we are on the way to his next destination.
"What about your dinner?"
"Let's eat something. I found a place. It's a small place beside the highway but the food tastes great."
