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my flatmate who I met two days ago just told me im the most sensitive person they've ever met and im obsessedddd like yes I am kind and gentle and full of love and so willing to be kind that im willing to get hurt in the process being soft is my superpower
you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”
My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency
hiiiiii i have a haobin prompt! did you see the “it would be great if hyung was my boyfriend” tweet before it was deleted? bc since then i have not been able to get the idea of a sleepy, mumbly hanbin accidentally confessing to hao why he tucks hanbin into bed
Hanbin takes care of everyone else.
Zhang Hao wants to take care of him.
pairing : zhang hao x sung hanbin
genre : fluff
word count : 600~
Watching someone sleep is pretty high up on the list of things that you shouldn't do.
He should stop, but there's something that freezes his feet in place, something that stops him from leaving when Hanbin snuffles and shifts onto his stomach, hair fanning across the blankets and his eyelashes defined against the pale curve of his cheekbone.
Hanbin's jacket is still on. He is covered from head to toe, and he's barely made it onto the bed before passing out, in a sleep so deep that he hardly moves.
There's concern, of course. But underlying it all, Hao likes–or something else–Hanbin, and he can't help but think that he looks peaceful in sleep. Pretty.
The tight line of his mouth spreads itself out again when he sleeps, parted slightly, each soft breath causing his chest to rise and fall underneath the comforter.
The urge to reach out and stroke his face surfaces temporarily, and Zhang Hao doesn't manage to smother it in time. He pats the back of Hanbin's head. He still looks – if Hanbin's eyes were open, he would smile, say something witty about Hao's insistent staring.
It was a hard day, Hao thinks, and it's more than practice that has Hanbin so exhausted. It's the weight of being the center, the weight of first place, the weight of the performance and the pressure of all the eyes looming over them.
Hanbin twitches slightly, wrinkling his nose. His breathing hitches, and Hao wonders briefly if he's having a nightmare.
Then something warm floods his stomach when Hanbin lets out a quiet, gentle sort of noise. Like a cat. Definitely not a nightmare. His expression is calm and relaxed, breathing even. The sound cracks at his chest, his heart open and wanting, warmth blooming into impossible fondness.
Hanbin takes care of everyone else. Hao wants to take care of him.
He moves the box first. He doesn't want Hanbin to bump his knee while he sleeps. He sets it on the dresser as quietly as he can, barely rustling the contents of it as he moves.
Hanbin gets warm easily, but still, he should sleep with a blanket over him–the rooms get unusually cold at night. The blanket is still folded neatly at the top of the bed, smooth and perfectly creased because Hanbin is a perfectionist in a sick kind of way.
He moves the blanket down from where it lays under Hanbin's hand, doing his best not to jostle him.
Hanbin raises his head, bleary-eyed and softer than ever. "Hyung," he says, so quiet that the cameras don't catch it.
"Mm," Hao responds, and he keeps wrapping the blanket around him. Hanbin rubs at his eyes, soft and puffy-faced, and Hao wishes he could hold him without the world bursting into flames.
"This is nice." Hanbin yawns. Hao drags the pillow down and folds the blanket over him again. Hanbin is awake now, and as much as he hates to admit it, he's a grown man who can probably take care of himself.
They're not even in the same dorm anymore. He should go.
"Good night, Bin."
"Hyung," Hanbin says again, and he's holding Hao's arm in both of his own now, like a sleepy, warm, koala.
"It would be nice," Hanbin holds his arm tighter. He's rubbing his cheek into Hao's arm, and Hao freezes, heart thumping rabbit-quick in his chest. "If you were my boyfriend."
"What?" Hao gapes. In his surprise, Hao falls over his own feet, landing in the bed with a soft oof. And he's falling, but his heart soars, threatening to break a hole through his chest.
"Ow," Hanbin cradles his arm where Hao had hit it while he'd fallen. "Wait, this isn't a dream?"
I got banned from a Discord server for saying, "This looks like a yaoi," about a picture. It turned out no one is allowed to say the word yaoi no matter in what context.
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