Don't Go {Kris FF}

seven -so long

unedited yeaaaa

okay so, this is an update obviously. -_-

just to tell you all in advance that im not going to specify places in China (in this story) simply bec im not from China and i dont want to make ppl think i wronged the specifics of the settings (ex. Beijing, Guangzhu, etc.)

well, the main point of this is the story line. overall, it's just fictional. xD

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c a r i s s a

Upon arrival, I grabbed a taxi on my way to a nearby hotel. I know that I'm not Chinese but boy did my lessons became worth while for now.

I arrived in the hotel and began to enter my room I was booked. I lie down, making my back rest on the comfortable sheets.

"I can do this," I said to myself, "I can."

Relaxing my entitre self, I grabbed the hand drawn map from my sling bag. With Kai's help, he asked his friends, Luhan, Tao and Lay, to sketch places they knew of China. Considering they are particular of the places here, I'm sure there is no reason for me to be lost.

I sighed heavily. Still this one question kept wondering me ever since the plane ride, "but how I will I know where to find him? Otteokaji..."

His friends don't even know where he is now. I guess that answers why he kept his whereabouts silent, not until the media spread fast news of his current status.

"Watch out, Yifan. There's no more to hide anymore." I threatened to myself, opening the map that was rolled like a blueprint. Just saring at the piece work made me face palm. "Is this even a map? Aigoo~~"

Now what? (¯^¯ )

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The next day . . .

a u t h o r

He pulled his necktie, tightening the the strap as he faced the mirror. Meanwhile, the stylist adjusted his hair, fixing spray net all over his styled hair. It's color now in the shades of dark brown, killing down the once blonde locks he used to sport.

"That's all done, mister." The stylist said.

"Thank you." He said to her in a manner and once again, faced his reflection in the mirror.

This is it, Yifan. What you've been waiting for a long time is now here. Face it, handsome.

"Yifan, Jiyang, the media is almost there." A staff said to them, assisting them in the way as flashes of cameras, fascinating journalists inquiring non-answered questions and reporters carelessly reaching their microphones to the acting cast.

They paused for a while and posed for pictures before they sat on the press conference table that is about to happen any minute now.

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But then minutes ago. . .

Carissa reached the said place, after paying a favourable amount to the driver who hasily drove her. It wasn't a problem to her at all, since she had enough savings to sustain herself of her temporary stay in China.

Thanks to her conductive and aggressive reseach, mostly coming from fans who raced the web like cheetahs, it was easy for her to gain access of the press conference entrance. Again, she didn't care of the amount to pay, all she cared was to see him. Even if it means just spending all the way here, she cared no less of a peny.