That RED Supreme Underwear (YiZhan Fanfic)

Red Ten

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Red Ten

Brand new week in my life again...

Trying to forget what had happened to me with that disturbing guy on the phone, I pedaled my way to school but before I took a step to the entrance gate, I sprung on the ground with my Adidas and jabbed the invisible enemy in front of me like I am some kind of heavyweight boxer ready to reclaim his champion belt.

You got this! You got this! You got this! When you see him later with his boyfriend, Seungyoun just pay no attention to them.

Thanks to no other than, the number one gossiper Zhiguang, I learnt that Seungyoun and Yibo were in a relationship after that confession scene of his. If it's not true then okay...but if it's true...

I wish them all the best. Augh!!! Gahhh!!! Arrrghhh!!! I am not jealous!!! Nooo!!! I am not!!!

As my panicky nerves settled down I entered the building, walking with my bicycle in my side and as usual, females in my school ambushed me with their good morning greetings, asking why I went missing for one week and reminded me of how my cuteness inspired them to study and do well in their lives. That's weird and really not enchanting to say to someone ordinary as me but I felt the flushed on my face. I will never get used to this kind of treatment... GIRLS; they'd made this their routine every morning...I bowed while collecting all their gifts and even bouquets of flowers again; they filled my ears with their sweet-smelling compliments too.

I answered back a fresh "Good morning! Thank you! Have a great day too!" and emitted the cascading color of the sun from my overly cheery soul. I smiled at them. Think positive!!! Positive vibes only!!!

"Zhan ge, can I take a photo with you?" A boy with shy and doe eyes asked me, A sophomore maybe...

"Sure." I nodded my head and looked at the camera of his iPhone. I was more than ready to leave after one shot of picture with him but he shocked me by slinging his arm over my shoulders and pulled me in beside him. I am not a body pillow, kiddo...

Our faces were basically glued to each other. He smells something weird like rust...

The hairs on my skin froze up and my nose was fighting not to sneeze. I felt the bones in my knees rattled, any time my senses will escape me.

"Xiao Zhan!!! Leave him alone, y'all!" Thank God. Being jailed in a human box yielded by my fellow students who somehow found me a bit appealing and endearing in my own way, I caught my friend, Lei. Craning his neck he kept mentioning my name.

"Excuse me, I don't want to be late in my first class. Bye everyone!" I jerked myself away from the odd male and bid a goodbye.

With a bit of difficulty in escaping my extremist's adoration, I safely managed to attend my first period and to my other classes after Lei hugged me saying how he missed me so much. Yeah, he's dramatic slash diva sometimes.

At lunch, I met up with all of my friends and we talked about that creepy dude, the one who had an obsession with my boxers.

"We should report this incident to the police, Zhan. Your life is in danger with this psycho. He is not only capable to stalk you but he is much willing to kill for you." Jiacheng began after I narrated what were the things the guy said that caused me to lose all my understanding in the situation he strapped me in. In a nightmare I didn't have the probability to wake up.

"Hey guys, what if this person is Wang Yibo..." Zhiguang innocent opinion gathered all our eyes to glimpse at him.

"No, it's not him. He has Seungyoun for fucks sake! Please use your brain Zhiguang, it will expire tomorrow!" Lei thrust a huge piece of bun inside our friend's mouth.

"Mean mean mean." Zhiguang glared playfully at him.

"How insensitive, how dare you two say that bastard's name in front of Zhan! Eat your food and stitch your mouths." Zifan scolded them.

"It's your fault!" Lei screamed.

"No! It's yours!" Zhiguang retorted and a thumb wrestling started to occur in their direction.

The three of us shook our heads to the infantile behavior of the juniors in our group.

"Wait, Zifan...How do you know about Wang Yibo and I?" My heart's drubbing sound was increasing to high volume. Muting whatever logic that left in me.

"Zhan, we all know. We are your best friends and also we kinda terrorized Zhiguang to leak your secrets to us. I'm sorry." Jiacheng admitted, giving Zifan a quick glance. "Xiao Zhan, if you need our help don't hesitate to request for it."

I grinned, hiding my shaky hands under the table. "Thank you, Jiacheng but I got this. I'll solve this on my own. This is my problem; I don't want you to involve yourselves into this grievous game whoever this guy has planned out for me."

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In the afternoon, my classes forwarded without any bump to hurdle on; as soon as the bell rang signifying the end of school for today, my friends and I hang out in a bubble tea shop owned my Zifan's family. We chatted and at six thirty I didn't go home directly but stopped at my favorite bookstore.

Slumping on the floor, I read the book of my choice.

"Move." What an impolite voice. 

I trailed my sight from the white converses that were standing in front of me to the face of its possessor; I made an eye contact with Wang Yibo. Not even a 'hello' or at least a snide remark from him as a greeting. I mean, I am not expecting anything virtuous from this troublemaker.

"Wha-t...did you say?"

"Move, I can't get the book I wish to read because your back is blocking me from it." He smirked as he watched me stutter and crawled to the left side of the shelf I am leaning on, it was too obvious I am being jumpy whenever he was around.

"I'm sorry." I garbled vaguely, standing far from him.

"Why are you apologizing?" He drew the book out from the bookshelf and flipped its pages.

"For blocking you from the book."

"If you are that sorry then let me walk you home." The glint in his brown eyes told me; without any doubt he was scheming something to deepen my grief and whatever it was I knew he'd do his unsurpassed talent to make it extra humiliating and traumatic.

I practically gaped at his suggestion-no, more like a threat.

NO. AND. WAY. NO WAY!!!

"No. Please don't approach me ever again. I hate you so much." Bumping his shoulders, I passed by him, ran to my bike and cycled so fast that I couldn't feel the ground beneath me anymore. 

I hate him...I hate how much I like him.

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