where kris writes ztao fanfiction, canon? [2/2]
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[to iLoveHateWuFan] excuse me, who?
So, he was indeed dealing with a dangerous sasaeng fan. Shit. First off, she had stalked them and recorded his and Tao's last face to face conversation. Second off, she wrote a fic about it. And now. she has guessed his AFF id. Life couldn't get any worse.
However, he was still a bit too curious about this young girl. He didn't block her yet and he needed the reply.
[from iLoveHateWuFan] im sorry, i thought u were my real life friend kristofina. sorry. i'll not trouble u any longer.
Seemed like a long shot to get Kris to believe that. I mean, couldn't the girl at least craft her lie a bit better? He let it go. And he unsubscribed that sick fic. Ugh. It now seemed like a pretty douchey and repulsive thing to do, you know? Eavesdropping someone's conversation and writing a fic about it. Ew.
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At the airport, the next day.
Fans swarmed around Beijing's International airport, from where he was going to fly to Shanghai. He waved a bit, and he saw another crowd milling about a few yards away from his own fans, a large crowd holding blue placards. With "韬" written all over them. Shit, Tao was here. He started hyperventilating. Not today, he can't deal with him today. Especially not after him drowning in feels again due to yesterday's fic. Even though he knew the ending, each word kept him very curious for the next one. And it had taken him every bit of his will to keep away from reading it again, so that he wouldn't cry outright.
He made his way to the plush first-class lounge and took a seat on one of the maroon velvety sofas. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a downcast blonde head staring deep into his phone, with sunglasses covering any vestige of emotion left in those eyes. That's how Kris had left him, quiet, unhappy, burdened, downcast....if there was any way to redeem himself, it was now. However, as usual, he shied away again.
He took a seat and whipped out his little laptop to kill the three hours of torture in the airport, especially with Tao sitting a few yards behind him on a similar plush sofa. He knew he was headed for disaster, but he logged into his AFF again. Fingers hovering over his mousepad in hesitation, he made his way slowly to the story. Haltingly, he clicked on the chapter he'd bookmarked. Shit, he's done for. Now, Tao's going to see him cry and weep like a fucking baby.
But just before he could drown in the fic again, a message popped up in his inbox.
[from iLoveHateWuFan] hey
What, the fucking kid had no shame at all. Didn't the girl get it when he unsubscribed halfway? That he didn't want to have anything to do with that girl anymore?
But he replied anyway. Fuck that little curious hope in him.
[to iLoveHateWuFan] hey
The girl didn't let him go back to the fic. A reply popped right away.
[from iLoveHateWuFan] why'd u unsubscribe?
What the fuck? The nerve?
[to iLoveHateWuFan] haha nothin. guess it had too many feels lol
Kitten-heeled and booted feet padded around the lounge in busy footsteps, drowning out the sound of footsteps coming right behind him and settling down.
[from iLoveHateWuFan] but i can see ur still actually reading my fic...
But before he could send an indignant "whats it to u, u freak?" he was stilled by a voice behind him. Oh, how long he'd waited for this....
"Is that you, Kris?"
[to iLoveHateWuFan] excuse me, who?
So, he was indeed dealing with a dangerous sasaeng fan. Shit. First off, she had stalked them and recorded his and Tao's last face to face conversation. Second off, she wrote a fic about it. And now. she has guessed his AFF id. Life couldn't get any worse.
However, he was still a bit too curious about this young girl. He didn't block her yet and he needed the reply.
[from iLoveHateWuFan] im sorry, i thought u were my real life friend kristofina. sorry. i'll not trouble u any longer.
Seemed like a long shot to get Kris to believe that. I mean, couldn't the girl at least craft her lie a bit better? He let it go. And he unsubscribed that sick fic. Ugh. It now seemed like a pretty douchey and repulsive thing to do, you know? Eavesdropping someone's conversation and writing a fic about it. Ew.
___
At the airport, the next day.
Fans swarmed around Beijing's International airport, from where he was going to fly to Shanghai. He waved a bit, and he saw another crowd milling about a few yards away from his own fans, a large crowd holding blue placards. With "韬" written all over them. Shit, Tao was here. He started hyperventilating. Not today, he can't deal with him today. Especially not after him drowning in feels again due to yesterday's fic. Even though he knew the ending, each word kept him very curious for the next one. And it had taken him every bit of his will to keep away from reading it again, so that he wouldn't cry outright.
He made his way to the plush first-class lounge and took a seat on one of the maroon velvety sofas. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a downcast blonde head staring deep into his phone, with sunglasses covering any vestige of emotion left in those eyes. That's how Kris had left him, quiet, unhappy, burdened, downcast....if there was any way to redeem himself, it was now. However, as usual, he shied away again.
He took a seat and whipped out his little laptop to kill the three hours of torture in the airport, especially with Tao sitting a few yards behind him on a similar plush sofa. He knew he was headed for disaster, but he logged into his AFF again. Fingers hovering over his mousepad in hesitation, he made his way slowly to the story. Haltingly, he clicked on the chapter he'd bookmarked. Shit, he's done for. Now, Tao's going to see him cry and weep like a fucking baby.
But just before he could drown in the fic again, a message popped up in his inbox.
[from iLoveHateWuFan] hey
What, the fucking kid had no shame at all. Didn't the girl get it when he unsubscribed halfway? That he didn't want to have anything to do with that girl anymore?
But he replied anyway. Fuck that little curious hope in him.
[to iLoveHateWuFan] hey
The girl didn't let him go back to the fic. A reply popped right away.
[from iLoveHateWuFan] why'd u unsubscribe?
What the fuck? The nerve?
[to iLoveHateWuFan] haha nothin. guess it had too many feels lol
Kitten-heeled and booted feet padded around the lounge in busy footsteps, drowning out the sound of footsteps coming right behind him and settling down.
[from iLoveHateWuFan] but i can see ur still actually reading my fic...
But before he could send an indignant "whats it to u, u freak?" he was stilled by a voice behind him. Oh, how long he'd waited for this....
"Is that you, Kris?"