Just for you... [YiZhan FF]✔️

Just for you... -3-

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After another night with little sleep, Zhan arrived at the office and his boss announced that in two days there would be a meeting to decide which graphic to use. And while his boss had been enthusiastic about Zhan's design the evening before, there were now things he didn't like and that Zhan had to change.

Yu Bin, who is responsible for the texts, moaned and pulled a face. "Really? Changes again?" He asked annoyed. Zhan had only been working with him for two months, but he had never seen him annoyed before.

"Just do what I say, okay?" The boss replied and left their office with a door slam.

Zhan turned to his colleague and asked him, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a bad mood?"

Yi Bin sighed and explained: "You know that I told you that the dancer I like so much will probably be performing in Beijing and that tickets are only available at the counter. Yesterday evening I got the message that he will really perform here and that the tickets will suddenly only be available online. At point 10 pm the sale started and only 27 seconds later all tickets were sold out. I did not get any more. And one hour later two tickets were raffled off on the radio. The seventh caller on the line should get the tickets. I called and on the first try I was caller number 2, on the second try I was caller number 12, so I won't be able to be there to see him."

He felt sorry for his colleague, but somehow Zhan was also glad that Yu Bin didn't get tickets. Because he really doesn't want to go to this concert or whatever event this is supposed to be. "Oh um, I'm really sorry for you. Maybe it'll work out next time." Zhan said.

"He's been an idol for a long time and he gives concerts. But this time is the only and first time he is coming to Beijing and it is not clear if he will come here again." Yu Bin replied.

"Mhhh, maybe he will be at the big event. And you can still get tickets for that."

"I don't think so. There's nothing in his online schedule."

"In his what? Never mind. Don't give up hope. But right now, let's get back to work before the boss starts busting our butts because we're just talking."

By lunchtime, Zhan had worked through and made the changes his boss wanted. Now the graphic design was ready, but now the text with its font, size, width and color didn't fit to the graphics and Yu Bin just couldn't find anything suitable.

Even when the boss came and looked for a solution together with Yu Bin, they did not find a solution. And that meant only one thing, Zhan had to make changes again. Zhan got so angry that he threw his pen on his drawing board and cursed loudly. "Really? Me again? How many times do I have to change the fucking graphic design?"

Yu Bin and their boss looked at Zhan with eyes wide open. Neither of them expected an outburst of rage like that from Zhan. Normally, Zhan would immediately go back to work. But today, Zhan was really fed up. They had been working on it for more than a week now and it was always him who had to change things again. He ran out of ideas, and he thought the ideas from his boss were just plain crap.

And because Zhan was so angry, he put a shape that looked like a piece of tape in the middle of the graphic, added the text from Yu Bin on it and said, "Done! I'm going to eat."

When Zhan arrived at his regular restaurant and wanted to sit at his regular table, he couldn't. Because there was already someone sitting there, who had been covered by two men who reminded Zhan of wardrobes. He couldn't see the man behind them at the table, but cursed him anyway. Just for that alone, because he had a shitty day today and now he couldn't even sit at his table.

And why were the waitresses so excited? Was this guy someone special? Well, Zhan didn't care. He wanted to order his food and he wanted it now. But the waitresses preferred to stand together and gossip. So Zhan shouted into the group of drooling chickens, "Hello? Will it be today? My break won't last forever!"

One of the waitresses came out of the group like a shy deer, ran quickly towards the table on which Zhan was sitting, stumbled over her own feet, banging her hip against Zhan's table, causing the glass of water to tip over and the contents of the glass poured into Zhan's lap. Desperately, Zhan dropped his head on the table, which banged quite loudly and he grumbled: "Wonderful, that's all I needed. And I don't have spare pants in the office."

The waitress started crying and apologizing and Zhan shook his head and just said, "Yeah, that's okay. I'm not hungry anymore anyway."

"I can lend you a pair of my pants." Heard Zhan behind the two men say.

"It's OK. I'll just go back to the office, maybe it'll dry before my colleagues see." Zhan replied.

Suddenly, the two men took a step aside and a young man with a mask and baseball cap stepped forward. The women in the restaurant whispered again immediately, were excited and one even jumped. "I have my car outside and it's big enough for you to change." Said the young man.

Zhan looked at the young man and his clothing style and replied, "Um, I work in an office and not in a disco, but thank you for the offer. So goodbye then."

"Hey wait!" The young man shouted after Zhan. He came running to Zhan, grabbed him by the arm and around them the women screamed.

"What the hell? What's wrong with them?" Zhan asked himself confused.

"Do you know who I am?" The young man asks.

Zhan looked closer again, then shook his head and said, "No, should I?"

The young man, still holding Zhan's forearm, nodded his head in disappointment and said almost whisperingly, "I am Wang Yibo. Do you now know who I am?"

Zhan pretended to suddenly remember and said, "Ah Wang Yibo, sure thing. Uh, no. I have no idea who you are."

"How can you not know? Everyone talks about me!"

"Well, let me think. I'm 28 years old and you look like, 19 or 20. So I don't think I need to know you."

"I'm 23 years old! And even older people than you are know me."

"But I don't know you. And I don't see why I should know you."

"I am an idol!"

"Wow, good for you. Well, you take care of yourself. Stay Healthy Idol." He said, pulling his arm off the handle of Wang Yibo, waving once and leaving the restaurant.

When he returned to the office, Zhan told his colleague what had happened in the restaurant and why he was still hungry now. "And then this Wang Yibo or something came..."

"Wait, did you say Wang Yibo?" Asked Yu Bin, who even suddenly jumped from his chair.

"Thanks for interrupting, I wasn't finished yet. Yes Wang Yibo. No idea who that is. Anyway..."

"Oh, my God, how can you not know this? I've been talking about nothing but him for two months!"

"Yu Bin it would be really nice if you'd let me testify for once. He offered me one of his pants and when I refused, he even came up to me and grabbed me by the forearm..."

"He touched you? Are you sure he said Wang Yibo? Because Wang Yibo doesn't like physical contact at all."

Zhan, who has now been interrupted for the third time by his colleague, angrily threw a pen to Yu Bin and scolded that he was already annoyed enough because Wang Yibo also started a discussion with him, so he shouldn't interrupt him again.

Yu Bin nodded and Zhan told him the rest of the story as well, before his colleague pestered him with questions like, what was Wang Yibo wearing, how did he smell, what did his voice sound like, and a few more questions where Zhan felt as if a girl was asking him what her crush looked like.