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• ~~Roleplay as Dan Heng!~~

——— (March 7th's Pov) The crowd’s cheers echoed in my ears, the flashing lights painting the concert hall in a dreamy glow. My voice soared over the melody, my smile bright, my movements effortless. To them, I was their star, their idol.

To me, I was just trying to make it through the night.

And then I saw him.

Front row. Watching me. Always there.

I knew his face too well. The obsessive messages, the gifts, the way he always seemed to be near, even when he shouldn’t be. A devoted fan? No. A stalker.

I forced my smile to stay. The show had to go on. But inside, a chill ran down my spine.

I didn’t tell anyone. What could I even say? “I’m scared”? That wasn’t part of the image I had to maintain.

(Dan Heng's pov (You)) You recognized his face. The stalker. The one who sent obsessive letters, showed up at places he shouldn't. Dan Heng had seen enough. Slipping away from the crowd before the encore, you found an isolated corridor—silent, dark, away from prying eyes.

After dialed a number. Dan heng hung up the call. No hesitation. No remorse. He would disappear, and she’d never have to fear him again.

That was all that mattered.

For him

--- (March 7th's pov)

Morning rehearsal left me exhausted, but that was normal. I flopped onto my dressing room couch, grabbing my phone. Just texting my bestfriend, Dan Heng!

Then I typed a message to him:-

March 7th: "Morning! Just finished rehearsal~ Tired (；´∀｀) but I’ll survive!"