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kingheechul) wrote2013-08-25 02:58 am
kingheechul) wrote2013-08-25 02:58 am
everything i wanted and more {one}
everything i wanted and more
kris/chanyeol
romance, drama / pg13 / 1/?
Kris Wu, the temperamental rockstar, finds himself granting a fanboy's wish after said fanboy continuously rang his doorbell at six in the morning, camped out of his house and befriended his manager.
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yuki_pon who requested for rockstar!kris & fanboy!chanyeol. i hope this is good enough ;A; if not, i'll make it up to you on the latter chapters *O* summary will be changed once i think of a better one...if ever i do ah btw, kris going to be really, really rude in here so...yeah :)
“There’s a man outside my house.”
“What?”
“There is a man…outside my house.” he repeats, taking a long and vicious drag of his cigarette. “Who’s that?”
The man on the other line groans, obviously not pleased at getting his sleep interrupted, but quite frankly, he could only care less. His question needs to be answered. “How would I know.” A yawn. “Probably your latest conquest.”
“Impossible,” The boxer-clad rockstar doesn’t bother putting on a shirt as he makes his way to the kitchen, his throat parched. “I haven’t gotten any since the tour ended.”
“Explains why you’ve been grumpy ever since.”
“Shut up.”
The man hums in response. He listens at the rustling on the other end and figures it’s his manager finally getting up. About time. “What’s that noise?”
“Doorbell…”
“Hmm…well, are you not going to answer it?”
“Nope.” Smiling in victory, he grabs a carton of strawberry milk, frowning upon taking a sip. “What the shit.” He curses at the foul taste, chucking the cigarette in the sink and then continues drinking the sweet treat.
“At least take a look. It might be someone important.”
“I swear Yunho if this is you, I’m going to castrate you and feed your balls to your stalker’s pet cat.”
“Good thing it’s not me, is it, though I don’t think feeding my precious jewels to my stalker’s cat is a good— wait, how did you even know he has a pet?”
He laughs but says nothing. Surely, Yunho wouldn’t be happy to know that he befriended the stalker and is the reason why said stalker is updated about the manager’s life. With Yunho still asking questions, he finally takes a peek through the peephole and rolls his eyes at the sight of his uninvited guest. “Fuckin’ fanboy.” he spits.
He should have known.
Why is he even surprised? A fan standing on his porch isn’t new. Sometimes there would be two or three and when it gets crazy, he’d see at least fifteen crazed fans camping out in front of his house, refusing to go home unless he shows up. Not that he would ever show up. He never did, showing them who the boss is. They could camp out for years, for all he cares.
Taking another peek through the peephole, he considers opening the door, punch the fanboy in the gut and then slam the door in his face. Yunho stops rambling. “You are not going to do such thing.”
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“You don’t really bother to keep your thoughts to yourself, Kris.”
“Can’t I at least tell this dickhead to fuck off?”
Yunho sighs. Kris has always been rude and temperamental. And if he’s not there to be the rockstar’s voice of reason, Kris’ career would be over even before it could start. In fact, the rockstar’s attitude has improved greatly compared to how he was when he debuted three years ago. There’s no room for more improvement though. If you don’t like how he is, fuck off. But if you can tolerate it, welcome aboard and be ready for a rollercoaster ride.
“No. The only thing you’re going to do if you open the door is give the boy an autograph or whatever it is that he wants”
“What if he wants my body?” he reasons out lamely, earning a laugh from the other male.
“When did that ever bother you? As I was saying, if you’re not, go eat, get ready or whatever. I’ll be picking you up after lunch. And by that, I mean 1PM, not after you eat your lunch.” Before he could even manage to reply, his manager hangs up on him.
Kris throws his phone on the couch to take another look at the fanboy. He hasn’t even interacted with the guy but he could already tell that he’s strange. With the way he’s grinning at the door like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s seen, there has to be something special about him. “The fuck is wrong with this kid.” he groans. “Ugh. To hell with it,” The slightly irate star twists the door knob open revealing a man about his height directing his ridiculous grin at him. “What?” he questions, absentmindedly sipping on his milk.
“Hello Kris. I’m a—“
“Yeah, yeah, what do you want?” he stares at the boy who is staring right back at him. His chest to be exact. “What. Haven’t seen me topless before?”
“You.”
“Excuse me?”
“You asked me what I want and I want you.”
Kris guffaws, silently thanking the strange kid for providing entertainment he needs at the moment. It’s the least he could do for waking him up at an ungodly hour. “Dude, the entire population of Korea wants the same thing as you do. I could only wish you luck.”
“Not the entire population, no. My parents don’t want you so that’s impossible.” The nameless fanboy replies, which causes his laughter to die down. Can’t this kid take a joke? But then again, everyone in the country wanting him is not supposed to be a joke. It’s a fact. And damn it, whoever considers it a joke would need to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon.
“Smartass. An autograph then. Gimme a pen and I’ll sign on your ass then get the hell out of here.”
“I don’t want an autograph.”
He rolls his eyes. “I know, but you can never have what you want. If you don’t need anything else, get the hell out of here.” He waits, and waits for the kid whose name is something he’s not interested in to run away, but he doesn’t. Why the kid isn’t fazed is beyond him. “What’s your name?” he asks just for the heck of it.
“Chanyeol.”
“Well, smiley, I’m going to tell you this nicely because I don’t want to dampen your mood…get lost.” And with that, he slams the door in the fan’s face.
Seems like he ended up putting his initial plan into action sans the punching in the gut part. “Stupid little shit not knowing how to respect people’s privacy.” he grumbles, marching his way back to his bedroom. Well, he has a little less than two hours before Yunho picks him up, that should be enough for his much needed power nap.
Kris wakes up from the stinging pain on his ass, cursing whoever it is that caused him pain.
Yunho.
He catches him ready to aim a smack on his ass for the second time when he cracks an eye open. “You’re awake.” Yunho says just as he kicks him off his bed, falling on the floor ungracefully with a loud thud.
“You’re pretty violent today.” the groggy rockstar hisses, rubbing his abused derriere.
His manager beams at him, taking his place on the bed. “Two things. One, you don’t have time to get ready so just go brush your teeth or something. And two, there is a man outside your house.”
Still? He groans. “Do yourself a favor and ignore him.”
“Was that the man you were talking about when you woke me up?” He hums in response. “Aren’t you feeling bad for him? He’s been standing there for like…hours…”
“I did my job. I even offered to sign his ass but he refused. Told him to go home, but did he? No. So just let him do whatever he wants. He’ll leave eventually.”
“Heartless.”
“Well if it bothers you that much, why don’t you go out and entertain him?” he mutters, dragging himself to the bathroom leaving a frowning Yunho. The moment he steps out, he’s not surprised to see an empty room and he need not ask to know where his manager is. He sighs. “That fool. Always too nice.”
If there is someone he actually respects and looks up to, that would be Yunho. The man has been with him ever since. Although it hadn’t been a smooth sailing ride to stardom, he stuck with him through thick and thin. Kris knows he isn’t the nicest person alive but Yunho had been patient enough to deal with all his crap and that is something he appreciates a lot, not that he would ever tell him that. Yunho never treated him like a fame-hungry and cocky rockstar that everyone else makes him out to be. Good thing he’s good at what he does so he does have the right to be cocky.
“I knew I’d find you here.” Kris says, slamming his front door shut. He stares at his manager who’s happily chatting with the grinning fanboy who he ignores. “Yunho, I’m ready. Aren’t we going?”
Both men turn their attention to him. Yunho smiles. “Ah, right.”
“Kris…about—“ As soon as the words come out of the fanboy’s mouth, Kris scowls and walks off, heading to Yunho’s car.
“Not because Yunho talked to him doesn’t mean I have to talk to him too.” he scoffs. “In his wet dreams.”
It’s not that he hates the kid, and it’s not that he hates fans in general. He just doesn’t like stalker fans who have yet to grasp the concept of privacy and personal space. Career-wise, they have been very helpful, he wouldn’t deny that. But they can’t take all the credit. He’s worked hard as well. Too hard. So they cannot act as if he owes them the life he has right now.
When he started out, he was told how important it is to be friendly with his fans. That, he figured, was going to be a problem considering how he isn’t a friendly person in nature. Much to his dislike, he was forced to befriend a few of his fans which soon resulted into a disaster. Those friends followed him everywhere, constantly called him and sent messages. They hacked his phone and threatened whoever messaged or called him. It made him lose the very few real friends he has because they knew that threats made by stalker fans aren’t empty threats. They even went as far as giving him surprise nightly visits which practically traumatized him. The first time it happened, he woke up with a girl beside him. He knew who she was and he knew he never gave her or anyone the passcode for his apartment. It happened for almost a week and then he decided he’s had it. He had Yunho file a restraining order against the stalker fans and immediately stopped the friendly act. It wasn’t meant to last long anyway.
He doesn’t give a damn if people think he’s rude and all sorts of arrogant because if that’s what would keep him and the people he care for safe, then so be it.
“What’s the photoshoot for?”
“Magazine interview.”
“Do I have anything else after this?”
“The actual interview.”
“Right.” he pauses and stares at his manager. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like that. You know I don’t do puppy eyes.”
“I wasn’t giving you puppy eyes or any kind of eyes. I was only staring.”
Kris scoffs. “Then you admit staring at me.”
“I never denied anything.”
The rockstar waves a hand, silently telling his hairstylist to leave him and his manager for a while. The hairstylist gets the message, bows and leaves the room. “Okay…what’s this all about?”
Yunho shrugs. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” When Kris gives him a look which says I don’t believe you, he sighs. “There’s really nothing to tell, man. I’ll go call the stylist.” he gives him a pat on the back and walks off, pointedly ignoring the other man’s calls of I still don’t believe you, you liar!
Yunho might not admit it but Kris knows he is hiding something from him. Yes, he’s definitely curious but there must be a reason as to why the man is keeping mum about it so decides not to bring it up again. If Yunho tells him, then well and good. But if he doesn’t, maybe it’s not something he has to know.
Much to his relief, the fanboy is nowhere to be found as soon as he gets home. Good for him, he thinks, because honestly, he’s only wasting time and energy waiting for him like a fool when he’s only going to get ignored. Kris has made his intention of not entertaining any other request than an autograph clear from the start.
“I just hope he doesn’t come back again.”
And come back the boy did.
The infuriated star finds himself waking up a little past six in the morning when his doorbell starts to ring continuously. “Déjà vu,” he mutters bitterly but doesn’t make a move to get up. Is that kid insane? He’s a fan, he says. But he doesn’t really seem like it. He doesn’t seem concerned about him at all. If he actually is, he wouldn’t bother him in his sleep knowing that he doesn’t have all the time in the world to get some rest like any normal person who isn’t as busy as he is. “Oh, well fuck,”
Right.
The kid is a stalker fan. Stalker fans are heartless. They don’t care about anything at all. If hurting him would be the only way to get a rare photo of him, they’d do it with no hesitation at all.
Well, at least the kid hasn’t sneaked in his house yet.
On the third day, when he spots the same grinning kid camping outside his house, he makes a beeline for the front door, ignoring the other calling out for him as he gets in his car and drives off to Yunho’s house. “Yunho, you’re my manager, do something about it that stupid kid!” he demands, slamming his can of beer on the table. “He’s driving me nuts!”
Yunho looks at him and shakes his head. “You really shouldn’t have ignored him.”
“You know something.” Kris shoots him a glare. “I knew it. You know something but you’re not telling me. What is it? What did that goddamn sasaeng tell you?”
“Sasaeng? Kris, he’s not a sasaeng.”
He snorts. “His actions and words tell me otherwise.”
“I’m serious. If only you took some time to get to know him.”
“I’m not you. I’m not a saint. And I certainly don’t talk to people who piss me off.”
“You talk to me.” He flips him off. Yunho sighs. “Alright. The point is, Chanyeol is a fan. A real one. He just…he just wants to spend a few days with you.”
“Does he think he’s special? No fucking way. He might have planned on killing me, chopping my body parts off and then sell it to his fellow sasaengs. He’d be goddamn rich if that happens.”
Yunho reaches out to pat him on the head. “You have a very wild imagination. But no, he’s very persistent because he’s running out of time.”
A chuckle. “What, is he dying?”
“Yes.”
He blinks, and blinks some more, unable to respond. It isn’t the answer he expected. He masks his surprise with a clear of the throat. “What makes you think I’d believe that?”
“He actually showed me some documents, health records and all because he knew you wouldn’t believe him. He brought it just in case.”
“Fake documents, Yunho.”
“Does it really matter?” Yunho replies with a frown, annoyance obvious in his tone. “Would it hurt to believe him? Okay so what if the kid is lying? Then let his conscience eat him up alive. As long as you made someone happy, that’s what should matter. And besides, I doubt he’s faking it. He knows you’ll see through his lie.”
Kris lets Yunho’s words sink in. The man has a point but he’s only being careful. He’s suffered from fans like him before, he doesn’t want to go through all that again. He sighs. Whatever he says would be useless because no matter how he looks at it, Yunho is right. Come to think of it, the kid is pretty harmless. All he did was annoy him with his doorbell ringing but other than that, he did nothing that would put him in danger.
“You’re too nice and I don’t want it rubbing off me. Just this once, Yunho. Just this once. Three days with the kid and that’s it.”
“The kid has a name.”
“Do I look like I care?”
Yunho stretches his arms, yawning. “Nope. But you should start caring.”
Should he or should he not grant the sick fa— Chanyeol’s wishes? Sure, he said he’d spend three days with him but it’s not like he promised, right? He never really promised Yunho anything. And Yunho would understand why he didn’t stick to his words.
Okay, so maybe Yunho wouldn’t understand and give him a beating. And even if he didn’t make a promise, the fact that he said something about it means a lot. He’s Kris, and Kris Wu is a man of his words. It’s his and one else’s fault that he let Yunho’s words get to him. He could only sigh as he parks his car, immediately spotting Chanyeol (he really has to get used to calling the kid by his name) sitting like a fool on his porch.
“Smiley,” he says, slamming his car door shut. The boy’s head snaps up, his lips automatically forming into a grin. Kris finally talked to him. “Come on, get up.” In an instant, Chanyeol’s already standing behind him. He invites him in his house and tells him – with much difficulty – to make himself feel at home.
“Thank you.” Chanyeol says once the rockstar hands him a glass of juice. Kris sits beside him on the couch and nods. “Am I a bother?”
“To be honest? Yes.” I was actually going to continue ignoring you if it weren’t for Yunho and your condition, he wants to add but realizes it’s unnecessary to do so. “First off,” He glances at Chanyeol and sees him staring at him, still with that stupid grin on his face. He frowns. “Wait, stop. Don’t…don’t smile too much. I’m going to go blind. Relax your muscles and stop grinning for an hour or something.”
Chanyeol scratches his head and mumbles a soft sorry. “As I was saying,” he continues, relieved that the fanboy isn’t grinning that creepy grin of his. “I’m only giving you three days. Take it or leave it. We’ll do whatever it is that you wish to do. I’m going to be nice and treat you as a friend.” He doesn’t expect himself saying that, words just flowed smoothly out of his mouth. Chanyeol might already have an idea that he knows of his sickness and that’s fine, but he’s not going to tell the kid that. If Yunho wants him happy, then he’s going to try and make him happy. It’s only for three days anyway, he reminds himself. It’s not going to be hard, is it?
“But,” he adds. “I’m allowed to decline a wish if I’m not comfortable with it.”
“Okay.” Chanyeol agrees and Kris takes note of his deep voice. It doesn’t seem to suit his face which is kind of cute. Kind of. And then the rockstar proceeds to mentally slap himself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts. “Even just a day with you is more than enough for me. But who am I to say no to three days? Thank you.” Chanyeol looks at him and blinks. He asks him what the problem is and the boy replies, “Can I smile now because I feel like smiling right now?”
He nods and then he sees that stupid and ridiculous grin again. Rolling his eyes, he props his feet up his coffee table and takes off his shirt. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asks the gaping boy who eventually shakes his head in response. “Good. Consider yourself lucky.”
“I already have. Ever since you told me to get the hell out of here.”
Kris chooses to ignore that. “Let’s get to know each other or something.”
“Don’t you have a recording session later?” Chanyeol asks. He raises a brow asking how the hell did you know that because no one was supposed to know about it. “Oh, well, I saw it on twitter and…and…I swear I’m no stalker! I just happen to like you a lot.”
“And stalkers happen to like me a lot too.”
“But I’m not one of them.” He protests. He’s determined to prove the rockstar wrong— that he’s not a sasaeng like what he thinks he is. “You can trust me.”
Trust? Yeah, okay. Kris laughs. “Trust is a big word. Don’t use it lightly like that.”
“But—“
“Whatever.” He takes out a notebook and a pen under his coffee table and hands it to the now frowning Chanyeol. “List it down. Your wishes. Keep in mind that I don’t accept wishes like kisses, hugs, sex or any form of skinship.”
“One wish. I only have one wish.”
“Okay? Somehow, I’m not feeling good about this. Let me hear it.”
Chanyeol looks at him straight in the eyes as he answers, “I want us to pretend like we’re a married couple.”
kris/chanyeol
romance, drama / pg13 / 1/?
Kris Wu, the temperamental rockstar, finds himself granting a fanboy's wish after said fanboy continuously rang his doorbell at six in the morning, camped out of his house and befriended his manager.
written for
yuki_pon who requested for rockstar!kris & fanboy!chanyeol. i hope this is good enough ;A; if not, i'll make it up to you on the latter chapters *O* stupid little shit
“There’s a man outside my house.”
“What?”
“There is a man…outside my house.” he repeats, taking a long and vicious drag of his cigarette. “Who’s that?”
The man on the other line groans, obviously not pleased at getting his sleep interrupted, but quite frankly, he could only care less. His question needs to be answered. “How would I know.” A yawn. “Probably your latest conquest.”
“Impossible,” The boxer-clad rockstar doesn’t bother putting on a shirt as he makes his way to the kitchen, his throat parched. “I haven’t gotten any since the tour ended.”
“Explains why you’ve been grumpy ever since.”
“Shut up.”
The man hums in response. He listens at the rustling on the other end and figures it’s his manager finally getting up. About time. “What’s that noise?”
“Doorbell…”
“Hmm…well, are you not going to answer it?”
“Nope.” Smiling in victory, he grabs a carton of strawberry milk, frowning upon taking a sip. “What the shit.” He curses at the foul taste, chucking the cigarette in the sink and then continues drinking the sweet treat.
“At least take a look. It might be someone important.”
“I swear Yunho if this is you, I’m going to castrate you and feed your balls to your stalker’s pet cat.”
“Good thing it’s not me, is it, though I don’t think feeding my precious jewels to my stalker’s cat is a good— wait, how did you even know he has a pet?”
He laughs but says nothing. Surely, Yunho wouldn’t be happy to know that he befriended the stalker and is the reason why said stalker is updated about the manager’s life. With Yunho still asking questions, he finally takes a peek through the peephole and rolls his eyes at the sight of his uninvited guest. “Fuckin’ fanboy.” he spits.
He should have known.
Why is he even surprised? A fan standing on his porch isn’t new. Sometimes there would be two or three and when it gets crazy, he’d see at least fifteen crazed fans camping out in front of his house, refusing to go home unless he shows up. Not that he would ever show up. He never did, showing them who the boss is. They could camp out for years, for all he cares.
Taking another peek through the peephole, he considers opening the door, punch the fanboy in the gut and then slam the door in his face. Yunho stops rambling. “You are not going to do such thing.”
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“You don’t really bother to keep your thoughts to yourself, Kris.”
“Can’t I at least tell this dickhead to fuck off?”
Yunho sighs. Kris has always been rude and temperamental. And if he’s not there to be the rockstar’s voice of reason, Kris’ career would be over even before it could start. In fact, the rockstar’s attitude has improved greatly compared to how he was when he debuted three years ago. There’s no room for more improvement though. If you don’t like how he is, fuck off. But if you can tolerate it, welcome aboard and be ready for a rollercoaster ride.
“No. The only thing you’re going to do if you open the door is give the boy an autograph or whatever it is that he wants”
“What if he wants my body?” he reasons out lamely, earning a laugh from the other male.
“When did that ever bother you? As I was saying, if you’re not, go eat, get ready or whatever. I’ll be picking you up after lunch. And by that, I mean 1PM, not after you eat your lunch.” Before he could even manage to reply, his manager hangs up on him.
Kris throws his phone on the couch to take another look at the fanboy. He hasn’t even interacted with the guy but he could already tell that he’s strange. With the way he’s grinning at the door like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s seen, there has to be something special about him. “The fuck is wrong with this kid.” he groans. “Ugh. To hell with it,” The slightly irate star twists the door knob open revealing a man about his height directing his ridiculous grin at him. “What?” he questions, absentmindedly sipping on his milk.
“Hello Kris. I’m a—“
“Yeah, yeah, what do you want?” he stares at the boy who is staring right back at him. His chest to be exact. “What. Haven’t seen me topless before?”
“You.”
“Excuse me?”
“You asked me what I want and I want you.”
Kris guffaws, silently thanking the strange kid for providing entertainment he needs at the moment. It’s the least he could do for waking him up at an ungodly hour. “Dude, the entire population of Korea wants the same thing as you do. I could only wish you luck.”
“Not the entire population, no. My parents don’t want you so that’s impossible.” The nameless fanboy replies, which causes his laughter to die down. Can’t this kid take a joke? But then again, everyone in the country wanting him is not supposed to be a joke. It’s a fact. And damn it, whoever considers it a joke would need to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon.
“Smartass. An autograph then. Gimme a pen and I’ll sign on your ass then get the hell out of here.”
“I don’t want an autograph.”
He rolls his eyes. “I know, but you can never have what you want. If you don’t need anything else, get the hell out of here.” He waits, and waits for the kid whose name is something he’s not interested in to run away, but he doesn’t. Why the kid isn’t fazed is beyond him. “What’s your name?” he asks just for the heck of it.
“Chanyeol.”
“Well, smiley, I’m going to tell you this nicely because I don’t want to dampen your mood…get lost.” And with that, he slams the door in the fan’s face.
Seems like he ended up putting his initial plan into action sans the punching in the gut part. “Stupid little shit not knowing how to respect people’s privacy.” he grumbles, marching his way back to his bedroom. Well, he has a little less than two hours before Yunho picks him up, that should be enough for his much needed power nap.
Kris wakes up from the stinging pain on his ass, cursing whoever it is that caused him pain.
Yunho.
He catches him ready to aim a smack on his ass for the second time when he cracks an eye open. “You’re awake.” Yunho says just as he kicks him off his bed, falling on the floor ungracefully with a loud thud.
“You’re pretty violent today.” the groggy rockstar hisses, rubbing his abused derriere.
His manager beams at him, taking his place on the bed. “Two things. One, you don’t have time to get ready so just go brush your teeth or something. And two, there is a man outside your house.”
Still? He groans. “Do yourself a favor and ignore him.”
“Was that the man you were talking about when you woke me up?” He hums in response. “Aren’t you feeling bad for him? He’s been standing there for like…hours…”
“I did my job. I even offered to sign his ass but he refused. Told him to go home, but did he? No. So just let him do whatever he wants. He’ll leave eventually.”
“Heartless.”
“Well if it bothers you that much, why don’t you go out and entertain him?” he mutters, dragging himself to the bathroom leaving a frowning Yunho. The moment he steps out, he’s not surprised to see an empty room and he need not ask to know where his manager is. He sighs. “That fool. Always too nice.”
If there is someone he actually respects and looks up to, that would be Yunho. The man has been with him ever since. Although it hadn’t been a smooth sailing ride to stardom, he stuck with him through thick and thin. Kris knows he isn’t the nicest person alive but Yunho had been patient enough to deal with all his crap and that is something he appreciates a lot, not that he would ever tell him that. Yunho never treated him like a fame-hungry and cocky rockstar that everyone else makes him out to be. Good thing he’s good at what he does so he does have the right to be cocky.
“I knew I’d find you here.” Kris says, slamming his front door shut. He stares at his manager who’s happily chatting with the grinning fanboy who he ignores. “Yunho, I’m ready. Aren’t we going?”
Both men turn their attention to him. Yunho smiles. “Ah, right.”
“Kris…about—“ As soon as the words come out of the fanboy’s mouth, Kris scowls and walks off, heading to Yunho’s car.
“Not because Yunho talked to him doesn’t mean I have to talk to him too.” he scoffs. “In his wet dreams.”
It’s not that he hates the kid, and it’s not that he hates fans in general. He just doesn’t like stalker fans who have yet to grasp the concept of privacy and personal space. Career-wise, they have been very helpful, he wouldn’t deny that. But they can’t take all the credit. He’s worked hard as well. Too hard. So they cannot act as if he owes them the life he has right now.
When he started out, he was told how important it is to be friendly with his fans. That, he figured, was going to be a problem considering how he isn’t a friendly person in nature. Much to his dislike, he was forced to befriend a few of his fans which soon resulted into a disaster. Those friends followed him everywhere, constantly called him and sent messages. They hacked his phone and threatened whoever messaged or called him. It made him lose the very few real friends he has because they knew that threats made by stalker fans aren’t empty threats. They even went as far as giving him surprise nightly visits which practically traumatized him. The first time it happened, he woke up with a girl beside him. He knew who she was and he knew he never gave her or anyone the passcode for his apartment. It happened for almost a week and then he decided he’s had it. He had Yunho file a restraining order against the stalker fans and immediately stopped the friendly act. It wasn’t meant to last long anyway.
He doesn’t give a damn if people think he’s rude and all sorts of arrogant because if that’s what would keep him and the people he care for safe, then so be it.
“What’s the photoshoot for?”
“Magazine interview.”
“Do I have anything else after this?”
“The actual interview.”
“Right.” he pauses and stares at his manager. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like that. You know I don’t do puppy eyes.”
“I wasn’t giving you puppy eyes or any kind of eyes. I was only staring.”
Kris scoffs. “Then you admit staring at me.”
“I never denied anything.”
The rockstar waves a hand, silently telling his hairstylist to leave him and his manager for a while. The hairstylist gets the message, bows and leaves the room. “Okay…what’s this all about?”
Yunho shrugs. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” When Kris gives him a look which says I don’t believe you, he sighs. “There’s really nothing to tell, man. I’ll go call the stylist.” he gives him a pat on the back and walks off, pointedly ignoring the other man’s calls of I still don’t believe you, you liar!
Yunho might not admit it but Kris knows he is hiding something from him. Yes, he’s definitely curious but there must be a reason as to why the man is keeping mum about it so decides not to bring it up again. If Yunho tells him, then well and good. But if he doesn’t, maybe it’s not something he has to know.
Much to his relief, the fanboy is nowhere to be found as soon as he gets home. Good for him, he thinks, because honestly, he’s only wasting time and energy waiting for him like a fool when he’s only going to get ignored. Kris has made his intention of not entertaining any other request than an autograph clear from the start.
“I just hope he doesn’t come back again.”
And come back the boy did.
The infuriated star finds himself waking up a little past six in the morning when his doorbell starts to ring continuously. “Déjà vu,” he mutters bitterly but doesn’t make a move to get up. Is that kid insane? He’s a fan, he says. But he doesn’t really seem like it. He doesn’t seem concerned about him at all. If he actually is, he wouldn’t bother him in his sleep knowing that he doesn’t have all the time in the world to get some rest like any normal person who isn’t as busy as he is. “Oh, well fuck,”
Right.
The kid is a stalker fan. Stalker fans are heartless. They don’t care about anything at all. If hurting him would be the only way to get a rare photo of him, they’d do it with no hesitation at all.
Well, at least the kid hasn’t sneaked in his house yet.
On the third day, when he spots the same grinning kid camping outside his house, he makes a beeline for the front door, ignoring the other calling out for him as he gets in his car and drives off to Yunho’s house. “Yunho, you’re my manager, do something about it that stupid kid!” he demands, slamming his can of beer on the table. “He’s driving me nuts!”
Yunho looks at him and shakes his head. “You really shouldn’t have ignored him.”
“You know something.” Kris shoots him a glare. “I knew it. You know something but you’re not telling me. What is it? What did that goddamn sasaeng tell you?”
“Sasaeng? Kris, he’s not a sasaeng.”
He snorts. “His actions and words tell me otherwise.”
“I’m serious. If only you took some time to get to know him.”
“I’m not you. I’m not a saint. And I certainly don’t talk to people who piss me off.”
“You talk to me.” He flips him off. Yunho sighs. “Alright. The point is, Chanyeol is a fan. A real one. He just…he just wants to spend a few days with you.”
“Does he think he’s special? No fucking way. He might have planned on killing me, chopping my body parts off and then sell it to his fellow sasaengs. He’d be goddamn rich if that happens.”
Yunho reaches out to pat him on the head. “You have a very wild imagination. But no, he’s very persistent because he’s running out of time.”
A chuckle. “What, is he dying?”
“Yes.”
He blinks, and blinks some more, unable to respond. It isn’t the answer he expected. He masks his surprise with a clear of the throat. “What makes you think I’d believe that?”
“He actually showed me some documents, health records and all because he knew you wouldn’t believe him. He brought it just in case.”
“Fake documents, Yunho.”
“Does it really matter?” Yunho replies with a frown, annoyance obvious in his tone. “Would it hurt to believe him? Okay so what if the kid is lying? Then let his conscience eat him up alive. As long as you made someone happy, that’s what should matter. And besides, I doubt he’s faking it. He knows you’ll see through his lie.”
Kris lets Yunho’s words sink in. The man has a point but he’s only being careful. He’s suffered from fans like him before, he doesn’t want to go through all that again. He sighs. Whatever he says would be useless because no matter how he looks at it, Yunho is right. Come to think of it, the kid is pretty harmless. All he did was annoy him with his doorbell ringing but other than that, he did nothing that would put him in danger.
“You’re too nice and I don’t want it rubbing off me. Just this once, Yunho. Just this once. Three days with the kid and that’s it.”
“The kid has a name.”
“Do I look like I care?”
Yunho stretches his arms, yawning. “Nope. But you should start caring.”
Should he or should he not grant the sick fa— Chanyeol’s wishes? Sure, he said he’d spend three days with him but it’s not like he promised, right? He never really promised Yunho anything. And Yunho would understand why he didn’t stick to his words.
Okay, so maybe Yunho wouldn’t understand and give him a beating. And even if he didn’t make a promise, the fact that he said something about it means a lot. He’s Kris, and Kris Wu is a man of his words. It’s his and one else’s fault that he let Yunho’s words get to him. He could only sigh as he parks his car, immediately spotting Chanyeol (he really has to get used to calling the kid by his name) sitting like a fool on his porch.
“Smiley,” he says, slamming his car door shut. The boy’s head snaps up, his lips automatically forming into a grin. Kris finally talked to him. “Come on, get up.” In an instant, Chanyeol’s already standing behind him. He invites him in his house and tells him – with much difficulty – to make himself feel at home.
“Thank you.” Chanyeol says once the rockstar hands him a glass of juice. Kris sits beside him on the couch and nods. “Am I a bother?”
“To be honest? Yes.” I was actually going to continue ignoring you if it weren’t for Yunho and your condition, he wants to add but realizes it’s unnecessary to do so. “First off,” He glances at Chanyeol and sees him staring at him, still with that stupid grin on his face. He frowns. “Wait, stop. Don’t…don’t smile too much. I’m going to go blind. Relax your muscles and stop grinning for an hour or something.”
Chanyeol scratches his head and mumbles a soft sorry. “As I was saying,” he continues, relieved that the fanboy isn’t grinning that creepy grin of his. “I’m only giving you three days. Take it or leave it. We’ll do whatever it is that you wish to do. I’m going to be nice and treat you as a friend.” He doesn’t expect himself saying that, words just flowed smoothly out of his mouth. Chanyeol might already have an idea that he knows of his sickness and that’s fine, but he’s not going to tell the kid that. If Yunho wants him happy, then he’s going to try and make him happy. It’s only for three days anyway, he reminds himself. It’s not going to be hard, is it?
“But,” he adds. “I’m allowed to decline a wish if I’m not comfortable with it.”
“Okay.” Chanyeol agrees and Kris takes note of his deep voice. It doesn’t seem to suit his face which is kind of cute. Kind of. And then the rockstar proceeds to mentally slap himself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts. “Even just a day with you is more than enough for me. But who am I to say no to three days? Thank you.” Chanyeol looks at him and blinks. He asks him what the problem is and the boy replies, “Can I smile now because I feel like smiling right now?”
He nods and then he sees that stupid and ridiculous grin again. Rolling his eyes, he props his feet up his coffee table and takes off his shirt. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asks the gaping boy who eventually shakes his head in response. “Good. Consider yourself lucky.”
“I already have. Ever since you told me to get the hell out of here.”
Kris chooses to ignore that. “Let’s get to know each other or something.”
“Don’t you have a recording session later?” Chanyeol asks. He raises a brow asking how the hell did you know that because no one was supposed to know about it. “Oh, well, I saw it on twitter and…and…I swear I’m no stalker! I just happen to like you a lot.”
“And stalkers happen to like me a lot too.”
“But I’m not one of them.” He protests. He’s determined to prove the rockstar wrong— that he’s not a sasaeng like what he thinks he is. “You can trust me.”
Trust? Yeah, okay. Kris laughs. “Trust is a big word. Don’t use it lightly like that.”
“But—“
“Whatever.” He takes out a notebook and a pen under his coffee table and hands it to the now frowning Chanyeol. “List it down. Your wishes. Keep in mind that I don’t accept wishes like kisses, hugs, sex or any form of skinship.”
“One wish. I only have one wish.”
“Okay? Somehow, I’m not feeling good about this. Let me hear it.”
Chanyeol looks at him straight in the eyes as he answers, “I want us to pretend like we’re a married couple.”
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