Disclaimers:
First of all, this is just all fanfictions. Don't take it seriously, I'm just borrowing the actors and their life to play part of this imagined story. Second, I don't own anything related throughout this story, except for the plots. Thi...
A/N 200516: Edited a little bit, just the part Yibo and 'Zhan'. Nothing much.
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Singto was just stepping out from the shower while wiping his hair with a small towel. Today was a tiring day as he had classes since morning. His phone rang —breaking the silence in his apartment. Noticing it was a call from his manager, he put away the towel and took his phone.
"Hello? P'Jane. What's up?"
"Sing, have you seen the news?"
"News?"
"Yes, see it on TV. Calm down na, I'm on my way to your place." Singto frowned. He searched for the remote control.
"Why are you coming here?" Singto's question was unanswered. The TV was on and it was on a news channel. He frowned when he saw Krist's picture.
'Actor-singer, Krist Perawat involved in a car crash and currently hospitalised.'
"What..."
"Stay there, I will be in 3."
Singto did not really hear Jane's voice. The phone dropped. His eyes kept reading the news headline, over and over again in disbelief. He dropped on his knees staring at the TV screen lifelessly.
"Krist..."
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Beijing
The sun showered its light through the white-curtained window. A guy rose from his sleep as he felt the sunlight kiss his face. He moaned lightly, curling more into his blanket. He felt sleepy and wanted to sleep more.
"Wake up. You told me you have early filming,"
The guy scrunched up his nose when a slap landed on his thigh. "Damn, be gentle."
"That's not even hurt."
The guy frowned to the deep unfamiliar voice he heard and rubbed his eyes awake. He rose from the bed and looked at the only person in the room aside from him. His eyes widened when he recognized the face.
"Wang Yibo?!" Yibo's eyebrow crunched a little.
"Of course, it's me. I've been here since yesterday because you call me over, Xiao." The guy on the bed frowned. He felt weird, very wrong.
"I did?" He croaked out and he even more freaked out.
One, as far as he remembered he could not understand Mandarin as far as this. Two, he could not speak Mandarin as fluently as he did earlier. Three, how even on earth was he in a room with Wang Yibo?
Am I still dreaming?
He slapped himself hard. He was still in the room, so he slapped again. "Aiya, what's wrong with you hitting yourself, Zhan-ge?" Yibo came and stopped the hand. Their eyes met.
