That RED Supreme Underwear (YiZhan Fanfic)

Red Nine

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Red Nine

I didn't go to school for one week after that disclosure of Wang Yibo. I stayed in my bedroom, isolated from the hooks of reality. My breakfast, lunch and dinner were all served by my sister. I am mortified to myself. Yibo was approximately so close to get the best of me. Once a bad boy always a bad boy, it worked for him. I bet all his friends know about it, what happened back there in the shower room and I think in every gossip in school I am the culprit, the one who threw my body to him.

Seungyoun was the other half of his heart. I huddled closer to my alligator stuffed toy in the narrow window seat,  the air from my mouth clouded up in front of my face, fogging the window where I stared at; using the white cotton sleeve of my sweater, I sponged the cool glass clear.

"Zhan, can you tell me what's wrong?" My sister would ask me and I feigned to sleep or didn't clasp what she said. I don't want to talk about it, in the beginning there's nothing special about it that I am force to share.

My friends understood my situation. Whenever they came by, we just talked about random things, without mentioning Yibo or his gang, even Zhiguang astutely inspected the words he spoke to me. They see me as a threat, a walking time bomb and his name was the trigger.

AM I THE INSTRUMENT THAT YIBO MANIPULATED IN ORDER FOR HIM TO REALIZE HIS TRUE FEELINGS TO HIS BEST FRIEND?

It looks like it. He was using me all this time. God, I'm a fool for dreaming that he liked me too.

In the end what everyone said was true. It's time to stop running to that unbreakable bubble and turn on that light of emotions I had for him, the optimism that one day he'll like me too.  Never. If this was a challenge for me, then he won. I must forget what damaged me but never ever forget what it taught me...

Determinedly I elbowed the negativity past out of my mind, leapt to my bed, switching on my laptop and I watched my downloaded movies. No one is worthy to be in my thoughts.

After finishing two films, I called my teacher informing her that on Monday I'll come to school again because I am cured from having 'allergies'. Lie, so much for learning how to be a liar this year.

I deleted my social media's account and texted my friends that the only way to know the information about me whether I am still alive or not was through texting. It's either they are pro to it or anti; I am sticking to what I want.

In the evening, my sister and I baked Chinese goodies. We ate it while we sobbed to her preferred theme in flicks, Korean drama with lots of catastrophic scenes. She really loved it. My older sister has to change her likings before a tsunami of her tears wipe out our house.

"Zhan, can you get me a glass of water please? I am thirsty, I feel like all of my liquids, poured out from my eyes..." She sniffed and blew her snout. "I am praying for the leading man to fight for his love from episode seventeen! Not by letting her go but he didn't! He chose to act like he never cared for her and marry someone he shunned..."

"Yeah...Excuse me, I need a drink too." I got up and came back with a pitcher of cold water and two empty mugs, one for her and one for me. How can I say to her that I am sleepy? Hmm...I'll tell her after the drama...I hope she won't get mad. I know I worry her sometimes but this time I don't want to burden her with my crush problems. 

Just as we finished it, our telephone rang. I reared myself up and went to it. "Hello? Xiao Residence, how can I help you?"

A heavy breathing was heard from the other line. "Xiao Zhan...I see you...I've missed your scent..."

"What are you saying?"

"Oh my, my, my little prince..." The caller maniacally laughed.

"Who is this?"

"Your...admirer...the one who sent you...that gift..." Gift?! "Yes, that one with your naked picture, bathing in your own blood..." The man ghostly hissed. "I know the taste of your fear..."

My hands were timorously trembling. "Stop this or I'll tell the police."

"Do that and I'll make your sister's lovely throat pay..."

"What do you want?!"

"Nothing, my doll. Only your boxers... but no worries, you will be soon in my arms..."

"Go to hell!" I smashed the handset of the phone on its receiver. Crouching on the floor, I recited the prime and composite numbers in my mind to appease my crazy beating heart.

"Who was it, Zhan?" In an instant, my sibling was in my side, hugging me.

"I don't know." I ended up crying. "I don't know..."

I know the taste of your fear...

Who is he? Why is he frightening me?  Why is he doing this? 

After I calmed my nerves down, I asked my sister to leave and when she did I opened my laptop and do a research about obssession and murder...I saw documentaries and a lot of informations under dangerous disorders and killing instincts in a human brain.

I clicked the one with a word OLD and read it. 

Obsessive Love Disorder (OLD) A person who suffers this kind of disorder tends to be excessively attached to the one he/she loves or someone he/she thought he loves. They usually control their partner's lives. Extreme jealousy (in the way that they hurt their lovers/ someone they love) is observe in the relationship also being addictive with their loved one, stalking them and is willing to commit violence in order to keep them 'safe' are their objectives.

Are there really people with Obsessive Love Disorder? What if there is one in our place? What if that person was the one who called me?

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