The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Twenty-Three

The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Twenty-Three

[ Dedicated to @needinghobiwater ]

Read at your own risk! Even I know there’s no one out there reading this.

-Bishounenhow111 (back from the grave and ready to prove his haters wrong) Kidding. :B

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What is this smell?

Mhhhmmmm…makes me…hhhmmm…want to…lick…it….

I wanna lick this thing…I should stop this craziness of mine…but the scent…it’s luscious…

Where are the fireflies? Rainbows? Streaks of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet tints? The falling snow? Where the hell are they?! I take no drugs but why am I seeing them? Not to say…I am sooo…I...felt the throbbing of my…down there…it’s distressing…unmanageable…my body’s feeling horn…ny...

“Zhan…” Who is this? Is this the object my favorite smell belonged to? Yeah…this is now my favorite redolence…

I whiffed for the last time and gently nestled my face to the supple surface I am dozing off. 

“I’m so sorry, sir. In behalf of the Xiao’s family and the company, I am asking for your kind consideration. Our CEO for the moment is not well…he’s not himself tonight…he has low tolerance to alcohol and…someone put something in his drink that triggered him to act like that. An aphrodisiac pill…This country isn’t safe for him.”

Aphrodisiac??? That drug increases sexual interest!!! I’m sending my deepest sympathy and condolences to the victim…

“What?! Someone drugged him?!” The person shouted beside my ear.

I flinched. “Dodaeche mwoya?!” (What the hell?!) Who stoned who?

“Our private detectives are working on it, sir. Did the chairman commit any blunders while you were helping him get to your car? Whatever errors he performed, I’m sorry.” Suho…Why is he apologizing? Who is the man he’s talking to?

“Yeah, when I woke him up from the street, snoring on a curb, he kicked me on my knee and incorrectly raged in this nation’s language. The only correct in every word he said was mostly slangs and bad words.”

“Forgive him, sir…”

I scrubbed my fist to my closed eyes. “Suho hyung? Why are you apologizing to whoever this prick you are talking to? Hic-Su-Suho, Suho-Suho! Hic-I-I am older than you, so you call me hyung, okay?! I shouldn’t call you hyung…Hic-I love Hic-Seoul!!! I loved it! I am in Korea!!! Did you know why I drank the whole bar? Because of him! That big shot who wouldn’t rest, he’s been dancing around my mind for days! Was I not good enough for him? Was I enough but not much more?! He told me, goodbye so I guess he won’t be back to my life ever…Wang Yibo whom I liked very much…” I don’t care if it’s incomprehensible for their auditory nerves as long as I could say what I aspire to.

“Thank you for your help sir, I should-” With my half-opened eyelids I saw Suho raised both of his arms, as if I am an infant who was in his mother’s embrace…whoa…PAUSE!

I looked up and scanned the person. Somebody’s carrying me in bridal-style. He had strong jaws, pulchritudinous nose and neck. His hair…this man is luminous…I skimmed at his long-fingered hands holding me. He had nice hands. His fingernails were kept short and clean and the cordiality seemed to be effervescing through my bones.