"(isn't he the one who appeared on the news? the one who collected 10,000,000 for a birthday charity? what was his name again? I can't seem to remember)"
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TV: Today is IDOL '@#$%' birthday and his fans have collectively donated a total of 10,000,000 to charity in celebration of this.--
"ehh?" I exclaimed to myself, then I look at him again… what was his name again?
"uhmm… "
"Whoa… hahaha, I can't believe I get to meet you here! I'm a huge fan of yours!" I excused… I can't seem to remember his name… is only heard it this morning! how can I forget such big money…
"Really? I'm so happy to hear that!" then he smiled joyfully at me… he looks really cute. "thank you!"
"oh… can I get your autograph then? I wish to give it to my sister and aunt back at home, they're a huge fan as well…" the more autograph I can get, the bigger money I'll receive. fortunately, I have a pen and paper here for later use.
"Oh… of course!" he's about to get the paper and pen when…
"Did you think I would say that? Don't f*ckin' dream!" he said while smiling mockingly at me.
"eh?!" what? I pull back my hands a little
"uh? what's wrong?" then he smiled at me again. this time, it's a very sweet smile.
"(did I hear it wrong? it's… weird.)" I blink twice just to confirm… and yes, he's smiling sweetly at me. then I smile back at him and push back the paper "anyways… the autograph."
"My autograph isn't cheap… so why would I give it to you for free?" then his face darken as if he's about to kill me.
"(geez… what's happening! it's for the second time already…) well… I'm a fan of your songs" I already started to panic… just give me a sign… why is it so hard?
"Really? I'm soooo glad to hear that! I didn't know that I have male fans as well!" and he's back at being sweet…
"(I don't mind if you have dual personality, but please give me your god-forsaken's autograph!) Yes… so will you please give me your autograph?" I'm desperate can't you see!?
"Shut it— go and leave the room this instant, peasant!" and he's back!
"Hey! that's mean, I'm not a peasant- but on the second thought… I guess, I'm sort of a peasant.." I don't have money right now… that's why I'm here.
"well, glad you realize the fact." now I think this is the real one…
"But still, I'm a fan you know!" why not give this peasant some fortune then…
"—stop f*ckin' lying, I know you're not a fan! you didn't look so enthusiastic when you first saw me, my real fans will scream the moment they even saw the strand of my hair" he said as a matter of fact.
"well, I'm very enthusiastic the very first time I saw you… I even scream… 'whoa', remember?" I said as a matter of fact as well.
"I'm sure you're just trying to get and sell my autograph." he said as a matter of fact for the second time.
"(oops, he can see right through me)" I'm caught.
"Do you even know my name?" he asked.
"(I'm thinking about it the very time I saw you but I can't remember okay!) hehe… of course… Hiroto!" I guessed a name with Hi at the beginning…
"IT'S HIKARU DUMBASS!" he exclaimed..
"ahh… Hikaru Dumbass, then…" I said innocently at least the Hi part is correct.
"only HIKARU!" he exclaimed for the nth time.
"(why is he scaring me?)"
"to think someone in this country doesn't know me… maybe I should just… kill you off?" his face darken and a chill started to draw down my spine.
"Whoa… stop it! I still wanted to live!" I meekly ask… he's really scaring me.
"humph, don't be stupid, I'm just kidding." well, he doesn't look like kidding though. "so… does that mean that you haven't listened to any of my songs before?" he continued.
"nahh, yeah. But don't be angered, it's because I only listen at anime songs!" I said happily. anime is life.
"is that so?" his face has darkened again "I suppose I should start accepting anime opening songs offer…" he murmured.
"right! right, you'll get an even bigger fan base!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Did I ask for your opinion?"
"I didn't said anything!" I shut my mouth "but to receive such opening offers, your singing might be great!" after all, I find anime OSTs the best.
"Not really. they are utter sh*t and garbage. you better off not hear those cutesy bubblegum mainstream sh*t." is he ridiculing his own songs?
"It's still your song, let's just call it mediocre that trash…" I smiled at him gently.
"…? did you say 'mediocre'?" he asks with frown on his brows, it seems like I anger him this time for real.
"BUT YOU'RE THE ONE STARTED TRASH-TALKING YOUR OWN SONGS! WHY ARE YOU BEING MAD AT ME?!" I reason out.
"IT'S OKAY IF I'M THE ONE DOING IT… BUT I WON'T TOLERATE OTHER PEOPLE DOING THE SAME!" why is he shouting at me? what a difficult person.
"it seems like you're not going to give me an autograph…" I started putting my pen and paper back at me bag "such a pity…(sob sob)"
"since I'm feeling generous right now, I'll let you off this time. leave!" then he turn around after.
"should I spill his rotten personality to everyone? I think I'll get something from doing it though…" I murmured to myself.
"HUH?" Hikaru turn around and step forward, his face are so near mine and I can feel his hot breath in the tip of my nose… "then I'll make sure you'll not live and never gonna open your noisy mouth again!"
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He takes two steps forward, grabs my neck and forcefully moves my face closer to meet his. Then with a swift movement, he presses his lips on top of mine.
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his breath, his face, his voice, this feeling… this feeling is so familiar… what… what in the world is this… I can feel my heart tightening for a while…
"this is my final warning" by that, I got back to my sense…
"o-okay" the only thing that escaped from my mouth… I feel like tearing up again…
"why are you still here?" he asked arrogantly.
"yeah, yeah… I'm about to leave…" I'm about to turn around when I suddenly remembered… "Happy Birthday!" then I smiled at him
"…!" the silence is deafening "thanks… I guess!" then he smiled. I can feel that this time, it's not a fake smile… he's cute when he smile though, he has a clean face, I think it's good seeing a genuine smile from him…
And after that, I bid farewell and close the door behind… I never had such hard time before… he's really a difficult person…
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his breath, his face, his voice, this feeling… this feeling is so familiar… what… what in the world is this… I can feel my heart tightening for a while…
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what happened to me back there? is it from the dream again?
I walk to the exit of the station when suddenly…
"am I forgetting something again? I'm becoming forgetful this days… hmmm… forget it!" I walked three steps when my phone vibrated…
"SH*T" I exclaimed and ran to Waiting Room 4.