Bab 92: Chapter 92 - Rejected
Yunfeng pressed his forehead against the cold glass of the window, staring at the chaos outside like it wasn't even real. Hatred. He'd never been hated before, not like this. It felt… wrong, like someone had reached inside his chest and flipped everything upside down.
Then an egg came flying.
"Watch out!" Hana grabbed his arm and yanked him back.
The egg smashed right where he'd been standing, yolk dripping down the wall like a bad joke.
"Shit, these fans have lost it!" Hana darted to the window, slamming it shut. "You good?" She glanced back at him, but Yunfeng just stood there, frozen. Pale, blank-faced.
"Yunfeng?"
"Huh…" His voice came out quiet, shaky. "Why… why are they doing this? They… hate me?"
"They're idiots, that's why!" Hana's voice cracked with frustration as she pulled him to sit down on the bed. "Don't let it get to you. These are the kind of fans who think they own their idols. They want Muchen to stay single and lonely just so they can keep fantasizing about him. It's stupid." She whipped out her phone, fingers flying as she typed furiously. "I'm sending a message in the fan group. They need to chill the hell out."
Yunfeng leaned over to look at her phone. All she sent was one simple line: Support your idol by supporting who they love.
A few seconds later, her screen lit up with notifications.
"Fuck!" Hana groaned. "They're ripping me apart too. They even kicked me out as the group admin! I started that chat!" She tossed her phone onto the bed and paced, running a hand through her hair. "They've lost their damn minds. Idiots, all of them."
Yunfeng stared at her, then back at the window, his voice barely a whisper. "Is it because I'm a guy?"
"No, it's not that." Hana's voice softened, but her frustration was still simmering just below the surface. "They'd hate anyone who gets close to Muchen. Doesn't matter who. These fans… it's like they think he owes them his entire life. It's ridiculous." She sighed, sinking down onto the bed. "If Muchen hadn't retired, his agency would've handled this. He had a whole team for shit like this. Now it's just… chaos. Call him. Maybe he has a plan."
Yunfeng shook himself out of his daze just enough to pick up his phone. He dialed Muchen's number, but all he got was the busy tone.
"He's not answering," Yunfeng muttered.
"He's probably talking to his agent," Hana said, but her voice was distracted. The shouting outside had gotten louder.
"Your son is a slut!"
"How dare you say that about my son!"
"What the hell?" Yunfeng and Hana rushed to the window. Down in the driveway, their mom stood alone, going toe-to-toe with a mob of screaming fans. She was yelling back at them, her fists clenched, her face red with fury.
"She's making it worse!" Hana groaned, bolting out of the room. "Mom!"
Yunfeng watched as Hana dragged their mom back inside, but the woman was still raging.
"Let go of me!" she shouted, her voice shaking with anger. "How dare they talk about my child like that? Call the police! I'll sue every single one of them!"
"Mom, we don't have money for that," Hana said, exasperated but gentle.
"I don't care!" she snapped. Her eyes landed on Yunfeng, standing like a statue on the stairs. Her expression softened instantly. "Don't listen to them, Yunfeng. You're a good person. You don't deserve any of this."
Yunfeng felt something crack open inside him. His chest tightened, his throat burned, and before he could stop it, a sob slipped out.
"Mommy…" His voice broke.
"Oh, baby." She was at his side in a second, pulling him into a hug. Her arms wrapped around him tight, like she could shield him from the entire world.
"I… I don't like this…" His voice wavered, his words tumbling out between sobs.
"I know, sweetheart. I know."
The weight of everything—the shouting, the hatred, the rejection—pressed down on him like he couldn't breathe. His mom's arms around him felt like the only thing keeping him together. For once, he let himself crumble.
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