nine percent imagines

lin yanjun

when you saw the white shoes, you knew you had to have it.

however, as you reached for it, you saw another hand immediately snatch it.

"hey! i saw it first!" you exclaimed.

"well, i grabbed it first. so, this," he raised the shoes, "is mine."

then, you thought you can just find another pair of shoes. your time will be just wasted if you argue with a random man here.

plus, this man looks so suspicious. why would someone wear a black jacket (it's zipped up to its top), black face mask and black shades in a brightly-lit mall?

"are you a thief?" you subconsciously asked. you were shocked when you realized you actually asked him that question.

"just because i got the shoes and wore all black, i am a thief?" he asked.

"i'm sorry!" you bowed at the man and immediately left.

however, a hand stopped you. he grabbed your arm and made you face him.

"are you not going to argue with me about this shoes?" he asked. you shook your head.

"i'll be wasting my time if i argue with you. if you really want, well, you can have it. i can just find another shoes," you answered.

he looked weird. then, he removed his face mask and glasses.

"can you now recognize me?" the guy asked.

"lin...yanjun?"

he looked relieved. "so you knew me?"

you removed his hand from you. "what are you doing here? will your fans not recognize you?" you slightly panicked. you know how some crazy fans act from what you read online.

"if you can, can you cover for me? can you pay this for me at the counter? here's my card," he shoved the shoes. but before he can give you his card, you ran away from him with the shoes.

"ha! the shoes is mine now!" you shouted as you ran.

to say he was shocked is the right description right now.

he immediately wore his mask and glasses.

"you little brat!" he started to chase you.