Just for you... [YiZhan FF]✔️

Just for you... -11-

-11-

Even before Zhan had really understood it, he found himself next to Yibo in a huge building where, as Yibo explained to him, a photo shoot is to take place today.

Employees hurried back and forth, a woman showed Yibo where his room was, already carrying a clothes rack with all sorts of different clothes on it. She explained which outfit he has to wear first, handed him shoes, jewelry and shouted several employees to him for hair and makeup. Zhan could only shake his head speechlessly.

Since everything had to go quickly, Yibo changed his clothes while Zhan was in the room with him. Somehow it seemed to Zhan as if Yibo had even intentionally dressed only in his boxer shorts, stood in front of him so that Zhan could see how well formed Yibo's body was. Especially his abs.

But what was even stranger for Zhan was that when he took a look at Yibo's body, his face immediately turned red. And this even though it wasn't the first time he saw another man who was wearing very little fabric on his body.

As soon as Yibo had his first outfit on and everything was in place as it should be, he went to the photographer, he had already prepared and illuminated everything and it could have started right away. If the second male model had not been missing.

Like crazy everyone ran back and forth again. One tried to call the missing model, another called a modelling agency and tried to get another model and the photographer screamed around. Until he suddenly discovered Zhan and rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Which agency are you signed up with?" He asked Zhan.

" What do you mean? I do not understand." Zhan replied in panic because he had no idea what the photographer wanted from him. Then the photographer's assistant came up to Zhan, turned him around, started measuring him, held some kind of device next to his face, and then the assistant said, "Couldn't be better. He's perfect."

Suddenly an employee dragged him into a room that was meant for the other model, undressed Zhan and helped him put on a new outfit, his hair was styled and he got a makeup for the first time in his life. Then he was taken back to the room to the photographer.

Everyone turned around to them when the woman screamed, "We're done." And everyone stared at him with eyes wide open and mouths open. Even Yibo.

"Oh my God, you're really fucking cute." Said the photographer and Zhan no longer understood the world. What just happened?

Yibo stepped to Zhan's side and looked at him long and closely: "Just like I thought, you are an angel." Even though Zhan laughed at that moment, he only did so because he had no idea what else to do. He had never been called an angel by another man, and certainly was never looked at as if that man was about to jump on him.

As if Zhan had been born for it, the shooting suddenly took place with him and Yibo and the photographer was thrilled with Zhan and his poses. It went on rapidly, one outfit after the other, new hairstyle, new makeup, pictures, continued. After more than two hours, Zhan was completely exhausted when the shooting was over. He thoroughly washed his face, put his own clothes back on and even got one of the outfits as a gift. And the photographer handed him an envelope, thick and filled with money. "Your fee. You really should get signed by a good modeling agency. I'm sure you'll get lots of work." He said to Zhan and thanked him again for filling in for the missing model.

After the photo shoot, the tour went on to a radio station for an interview about the upcoming concert this weekend. From there they went on to a TV studio where they also had an interview with him. Also pictures and even short videos of him were taken again. Someone followed Yibo there with a cell phone camera and filmed him incessantly, even when he was sitting with Zhan and they just silently drank a glass of water. Strangely enough for Zhan, however, he had to sign a contract that allowed the channel to show footage of him where he could be seen. And when they wanted to leave again, one of the editors handed him an envelope, again with money.