The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Twenty-Five

The Superstar’s Autograph
_Chapter Twenty-Five

[Dedicated to einfach_Eileen]

(Final pre-revision) This song is pretty old but still awesome. I've read someone's message and I realized it is from a hater, if only I could block those people...

Read at your own expense!

-Bishounenhow111

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

“Nǐ bù míngbái wǒ shuōle shénme ? (You don’t understand what I’ve said?) How can a small bean like him pronounce Mandarin so fluently? “Wǒ shuō nǐ hěn chǒu (I said you are ugly.) His chubby appearance and cute demeanor was a disguise to hide his insolence. 

This is the first kid I’ve ever met that called me ugly in two languages. “You know Mandarin too? That’s wonderful.”

His red thin lips tightened making a horizontal line on his face. Too think about it, his face was like a porcelain doll, male Bisque or Chinese figurine that forged to become someone’s unrealistic friend with thick brown curls, pointy proportioned nose to his large almond eyes, pale skin and his cryptic manner scares me…

He straightened out his back.

He’s taller than those average six or seven year old children…      

I remained standing there beholding his stony stare. “Want me to sing you a song?” If only I could lure him with a song then maybe he’ll step aside from the door. It’s too cold…this robe can’t help me…Clothes…I must get them… “What about Xiao Xing Xing?” (Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Chinese Version)

“Ah-ni, go-ma-weo.” (No, thank you.)

“So, what are you thinking I should do? I am becoming a popsicle here…”

“Get out. Go back to China or to whatever zoo you originated from.” ZOO?!

“Is Yibo your dad? I am not his lover; I am not going to steal him from you. We’re just…” Yibo and I? What are we? Friends? Friends don’t do ‘it’…Unless they’re more than friends but less than lovers? I don’t know.

GAAAAAHHHHHH!!! ONE FURTHER STEP IN THIS STAIRCASE OF CONFUSION AND I’M DEPARTING TO LUNACY UNIVERSE!!!

“What? You are what? His dog or his flea?”

This descendant of Dracula! How dare he?! “I am his…Chingu.” (Friend)

Yeah, I’m cool with it! Yibo and I are friends. I’ll gum that tag to our relationship from this morning. If we can’t put any term to our bond then ‘Friends’ is a proper one. I can shout it to the world shorn of any repentant vindication or guilt. It’s the safest method to shield him from hateful judgments from people around him and his reputation. It can also hide me away from Zoey’s qualms in the future.  

“Are you sure? You are not a Sasaeng?” (Obsessive fan)

“No.”

“If you are not, then why are you in that robe? It’s Wang Yibo’s robe.” His eyebrows flew to the ceiling.

Distinctly, he’s interrogating me.

“I…borrowed this from him because my clothes were inside of the room behind you.” I don’t have any garments here but Yibo can afford to lend me some, right?

“Xiao Zhan?! Where are you?”
Yibo called my name and to my surprise the kid placed his fat pointy finger to his lips, silencing me and mouthed. “Keep your mouth shut or I’ll let him know you tried to spank me.”