because each story can have only 200 parts and I am a terribly long winded person, hence the overflow to Volume 2.
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Fanfiction from an overactive imagination & random fandom.
Once again disclaimers: This is a fan fiction inspir...
On the second night of his concerts, Zhang Zhehan turned his head to the side dramatically
shrugged off a flashy, blue-feathered coat and revealing a black lace shirt with a plunging V-neckline.
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He looked gorgeous and he knew it.
The crowd went wild, filling the hall with screams.
Seeing how the first night had been such a smashing success, Zhang Zhehan's confidence level rose up as well. He turned on the charm; at times witty and humourous, other times sassy and a tad naughty.
He teased his fans in both words and actions, putting a smile on both their faces.
He knew they were here to see him and his sculpted physique, which he obliged by appearing in a sleeveless vest.
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He wanted to make a night to remember for everyone.
"Take this off?" He flashed a cheeky smile at the crowd, despite knowing the obvious answer.
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"YES!!!!" The crowd screamed in response, always eager to see more.
"Dream on." Zhang Zhehan retorted, and chuckled at the cries of fake disappointment.
He enjoyed the banter with his fans. It was like a relationship with a longtime friend. They may not meet up often, but had no need to put on an act when they did. He felt relaxed and at ease when he was with his fans.
