Almost everyone could agree that Tang Tang was a cutie. He was practically a living national treasure with his large innocent eyes that would sparkle every time someone brought out some candy or grow moist and teary whenever he was teased or bullied. His skin was white as snow, his lips a splash of luscious red; like the single corruption, the single drop of color on an otherwise blank sheet of paper. Tang Tang himself was equally as lovable. While he did grow, his frame was that of a slender young man - not a child’s, and his intelligence was easily equal to or above those his own age, he somehow retained that innocence and childishness that most lose once they pass adolescence.
So, it's no surprise that everyone loved Tang Tang and I was among them. We maintained a strange equilibrium around him, us fans...well, until the incident. The incident didn't affect me as much well, I suppose I never spoke to Tang Tang again. But it was interesting to see how disillusioned you can become when the person you put on a pedestal isn't as great as you think they are.

(Short one chater story, HE (happy ending) at least for the narrator, and purely fictional)