ZB1 addressing the rumors about your relationship - Reaction
A/n: This leans more on "making your relationship public" but that didn't work the way I wanted it to so here's what happened. It's been too long since I've written anything. The writing gods have forsaken me. (Also a lil something-something for Gyuvin's birthday. It sucks but be nice.)
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Jiwoong: *Wasn't sure about going completely public but he's also ready to jump at any opportunity that comes up.*
"Me and y/n in a show together?" He read a comment to himself under an article. "That's not a bad idea, actually."
Hao: *Everyone knows he can't help but get defensive when you're brought up, and they're always pushing his buttons.*
"Steal my spot in our collab stage?" He laughed at a comment on his live before playfully scowling. "If you say so."
Hanbin: *Doesn't want to out-right say you're dating but doesn't want to dismiss you entirely.*
"Me and y/n?" His cheeks flushed lightly. "We've been getting close lately, but nothing more."
Matthew: *Reads a comment on his live about being able to "steal" you from him and he can't help but respond.*
"You? Take her from me?" He scoffed playfully. "If I barely managed to get her attention, how far do you think you'll get?"
Taerae: *Starts a live and prays that he doesn't get canceled. (He's scared, okay?)*
"We didn't mean for it to be revealed like this," He cringed as he typed. "But I hope you can be supportive."
Ricky: *Sees a comment on his live about a picture he posted with you visible in the background.*
"Of course, it was my idea." He smiled past the camera at you. "I didn't want anyone thinking they had a chance."
Gyuvin: *Nearly chokes on his drink when the interviewer asks who he'd be most comfortable getting into a scandal with.*
"My girlfriend, of course." He laughed off the question. "What kind of question is that?"
Gunwook: *Knew the relationship questions were coming, but still got caught off guard.*
"Ah," He smiled nervously at the interviewer. "You're going to get me in trouble!"
Yujin: *Can't help but notice all the comments on his live are about the both of you and pulls out ol' reliable.*
"Me and her are just classmates." He scoffed. "Stop making it weird or she won't talk to me anymore."
summary. your love is pursuing his dreams as a violinmaker in italy, leaving you to wait for his return.
genre. slight angst. fluff. based on whisper of the heart.
warnings. some crying. reader feels lost and alone and like she's not good enough :( not proofread.
pairing. zhanghao x fem!reader.
wc. 1.3k.
request. no.
a/n. tiánxīn = sweetheart btw. ofc hao is already perfect for the role of seiji cause he plays violin (also he looks like seiji fight me). for all the other writers out there (even tho i don't ever plan to get properly published) we all relate to shizuku so much :') her struggles are so relatable and i just love whisper of the heart so much i think its such a beautiful and underrated ghibli movie. divider by @/aquazero.
The night air nipped at your cheeks as thoughts swirled in your head. Hundreds of worries, feelings, and uncertainties followed you wherever you went, and all you could wish was to be back in high school when everything felt a bit easier. Back with Hao to occupy all your thoughts and in turn take your mind off of everything.
Sometimes you wondered if waiting was really worth it. You were doing your best to pursue your dreams, do well in your final year of university, and throw yourself and your work at different publishers, hoping that one liked you enough to give you a chance. But you felt like a constant failure in comparison to your boyfriend. You’d always thought opportunities were more beneficial than school. Hao only seemed to prove that to you.
He was working in Italy, getting valuable skills from the masters. You were still stuck in your hometown, going to the same university everyone else in your family had gone to, trapped in the same system. You wanted to get out, prove yourself, do something meaningful with your life. But did you even have the talent to? Were you even worth it?
On nights where your thoughts just wouldn’t leave you alone, you grabbed a handful of Hao’s letters and walked up the hill back to the spot where you used to watch the sunrise with him. You missed him more than anything. Without his presence, you felt lost. There was no one to ground you, no one to reassure you, no one to believe in your flimsy dreams.
You hadn’t received a new letter in a while, and you were starting to wonder if it was a post issue, or if Hao was too busy to write. You hoped you would get one soon. It was the start of Winter already, and a breeze blew past you, causing a chill to run up your spine. You hugged Hao’s old jacket closer on your body. It must be even colder in Italy…
You slid one of the old letters out from its envelope. You were always careful to keep everything intact. From the colourful wax seals to the elegantly written address, to the coarse texture of the fancy paper, everything about it was precious to you. Hao was always meticulous, and his presence could be felt from every detail of the card.
Tiánxīn, how are things back at home? Lonely.
How is your writing? Did you finish the last 3 chapters you were struggling to write? I finished the final draft last Saturday. Are you proud of me?
I’m doing well here, although I never stop missing you. At least one feeling is mutual.
It’s the beginning of Spring as I write this, and the flowers are starting to bloom. Every pink bud reminds me of you. How are you always so romantic, Zhang Hao?
I taught some kids how to hold a violin properly the other day— one of them almost dropped it. I swear my life flashed before my eyes. If they had broken it, I could’ve gotten kicked out. They don’t know that they’re handling a piece of wood worth thousands of dollars. As much as it scared me in the moment, spending time with the kids cheered me up. Childhood innocence is an endearing thing, don’t you think? It is. Is it bad that I wished you had gotten kicked out just so I could see you sooner? I want you to tell me everything about Italy with your own voice.
I’m starting to find beauty in things that used to annoy me. It’s a strange feeling, but I think I could get used to it. The flowers used to only make me sneeze, but now they’re a gentle reminder of who I’m living every day for. Children used to get on my nerves, but now I can only think of your baby pictures. I keep working hard every day hoping that I’ll get a break to come visit soon. I’ve been saving up for tickets. Hopefully before Winter, I’ll be back in your arms. It’s Winter now… I miss your arms around me.
Ever yours,
Hao
You could only sigh and blink back the tears that had formed on your waterline. Why did he make you miss him so much? You sniffed, from the emotions and from the cold. It was getting even later in the night, and while you didn’t want to leave your special spot, you also needed sleep.
When you got back to your cheap apartment, you sprayed some of Hao’s perfume on your pillow and changed into pyjamas. It was funny how much time went into hunting for the exact fragrance he wore; but you had been thankful for it every single day since you bought it. Any way you could to bring traces of him back to your home was worth it. You fell asleep hugging the pillow tightly and hoping that he would grace you in your dreams.
A soft puff of air hit your nose making you scrunch it up. It woke you out of your slumber, but not enough to open your eyes yet. You were in a confused bleary state trying to figure out where it came from. You definitely didn’t leave the fan on in the middle of Winter, so why…?
“Tiánxīn, wake up.”
You blinked your eyes open slowly, furrowing your eyebrows as the view came into focus. Light from the morning sun shone through the window, cascading down until it hit the side of a face. Hao’s face.
“Am I still dreaming?” You whispered. A lump formed in your throat at the thought that you were— you must be. How could he be right in front of you? He was still far away in Italy.
He shook his head, a smile splayed on his lips. He moved closer, his weight dipping down on the bed. You could only stare, memorising everything about him. His eyelashes fluttered as his gaze dropped to your hand and he reached to hold it. His hands were warm and the skin of his palm was soft, although his fingertips were roughened by calluses after years of playing strings. He cupped your cheek with his other hand, brushing his thumb against your skin.
“I missed you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to come visit.” He frowned slightly as he saw tears start to build in your eyes. You squeezed his hand, as if still deciphering whether he was actually real. It had truly been years since he had first gone for his apprenticeship and then got accepted full time to make violins and teach. Although you had communicated through letters, it could never compare to being with him like this.
“It’s okay.” You tried to steady your voice, force the lump in your throat down, blink back the tears. But you couldn’t with him right there.
“Don’t cry.” He wiped your tears carefully, his touch soft as always.
“Kiss me. Please?”
And he obliged. He would always do anything within his power to see you happy. If you told him one day to fly to the moon and bring you back a piece of it, he was sure he would find a way, just to see you smile. The feeling of kissing him again was indescribable. You’d forgotten how it felt to be kissed by his soft lips, how they melded with yours like a dream. As if you two were meant to be.
You knew you always were. Your love story, although it sometimes felt tragic, was like something out of a fairytale. You would never forget the lengths Hao went just to get your attention. How ambitious, determined, and caring he was. He was your constant motivation to keep striving to be better.
It was hard to live for your dream while being so far apart from him. Part of you knew that he would have to go back. Maybe in a month, maybe in only a week. Maybe sooner than that. Your heart would break once again saying goodbye to him.
But, for now, as he kissed you in the morning sunlight on your bed, you felt your heart healing from his touch. The long years away from him were a small price to pay for moments as precious as these.
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[ 9:42pm ] you swore you left hao in your bedroom just for a split second, just to use the bathroom.
your boyfriend was grumpy about it, complaining about the loss of warmth when you got up. other than that he was acting normal.
while you were gone, hao stared at one of your plushies.
it was a teddy bear, a pink ribbon tied around its neck with a bow on the front. the bear was staring at him with its shiny, black eyes.
“what’s your problem?” zhanghao murmured, tilting his head. the bear seemed to provoke him (despite sitting prettily in one place).
hao just couldn’t stop staring, brows furrowed. something about this head just… pissed him off.
he didn’t mind your plushies, he loved them in fact. but this one…
suddenly, he threw a punch at it. a dent formed in the plushie’s head, body falling flat.
“idiot” zhanghao scoffed with a proud smile.
“what the fuck!” you yelped and he whipped his head. you ran up to your bed, grabbing the plushie.
hao watched you wrap your arms around the teddy, pressing it close to your chest. “why did you do that? that was so mean…”
“no idea, to be honest. just felt like it” zhanghao shrugged, plopping on your bed. he couldn’t hide the proud tone of his voice – yet his eyes hid a glint of… jealousy?
“is it because i cuddled it to sleep? instead of you?” you asked. his silence spoke volumes, as he nonchalantly fixed his hair.
you out the plushie in a sade range (away from hao) and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend.
“unbelievable” you just murmured into his neck, drawing an eye roll from zhanghao.
no cause now I need more ZB1 as dads you got me hooked!!
jiwoong who refuses to get laser hair removal bc his son always sits on the counter and helps him shave and he’s not missing out on that bonding time
hao who records videos of him playing violin for his daughter to help her sleep when he’s not there to tuck her in in person
hanbin who the doctor has to tell to stop holding his daughters bc they aren’t getting enough tummy time to properly develop but it physically pains him to put them down
matthew who finds his toddler son telling his newborn baby sister how much he loves her in the exact way he tells his son and bursts into tears bc he didn’t realize how much it affected him
taerae who pokes his sons dimples the same way you poke his as an unconscious act of love and affection
ricky who is constantly buying you, him, and your daughter matching clothes bc he adores your little family so much and wants everyone to know you all belong to each other
gyuvin who has to buy more space on his phone nearly every month bc he takes so many pictures and videos of his babies that the members almost block his number from the amount of texts they get of updates
gunwook who would give anything to his daughter to make sure she learns to never settle for anything less than perfect in her future relationship
[ extras ] men being creepy :// set in royal-ish au, reader struggles w the fact that old men wanna marry her (s her pronouns - nicknames such as damsel, lady used), food mention + word count
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you tried to pay attention only to the colorful macarons displayed on the plate in front of you, ignoring the approaching man.
you gently took one sweet treat, a pink colored one, and bit into it. the strawberry flavor lingered on your tongue, bringing much awaited feeling of joy.
“these look mighty sweet” the man stood next to you. you unwillingly glanced at him.
yet another old man trying to make you his.
“they indeed are. i quite enjoy those strawberry ones–” you added quietly, knowing all too well that you’ll be interrupted.
“as sweet as you, my lady. may i know your name?” yup, there it was. you took another (and finishing) bite of the macaron, blinking at him. he took the hint of you not being able to talk with your mouth full.
you decided to chew for as long as possible.
“my name is kim–“ he started talking and your mind drifted away already.
during the whole evening, various men approached you trying to win your heart. your family was one of the richest in town, that’s true, but you were also simply beautiful. and all those old, nasty men wanted nothing more than a rich, young, pretty wife.
you reached for another macaron with your gloved hand, this time deciding on the beige colored one. maybe it would be coffee or tea flavored?
“listen to me, lady” the man suddenly snarled and grabbed your wrist, the macaron slipping from between your fingers.
a small pout formed on your lips as you watched it roll around the table leg. you were really looking forward to tasting that one.
“you’ll be mine” he said and your heart drummed with fear.
“no, thank you” you said politely, trying to wriggle away from his hold. but he didn’t let go, his ugly face twisting in anger.
the sound of the violin was filling the room. normally, you’d stop and appreciate the beautiful music but now it just felt as if it was a background tune for what’s about to happen in a dramatic opera.
“sir, please let me go” you pleaded, stepping away.
“you were not listening. where are your manners, lady? it’s alright. you won’t be such a brat once you marry me. and trust me, you will” he grinned.
your throat went dry and you yanked your hand out. successfully, you managed to escape – only your black satin glove left in the creepy man’ grasp.
you made your way through the crowd, panickedly looking for a hiding spot.
the couples dancing, swirling on the dance floor to the violin music, almost pulled you in their wave. you passed by the ball attendants, probably pushing one or two by an accident.
finally, you saw a door.
you pushed them open and gasped upon entering a huge balcony. the door closed behind you with a heavy clank and you let out a shaky breath.
it’s about time you leave this horrendous party.
when you were about to find the exit, something in the garden caught your eye. you leaned against the marble railing and a soft sigh left your lips.
by a fountain stood two lovers.
moonlight was their mask to hide under. perhaps they wished to have a moment for themselves… perhaps they just met.
assuming by them being busy with kissing, you wouldn’t bet the latter.
you didn’t want to observe them; however, you couldn’t help but feel jealousy pulling the strings of your heart. two young lovers. that’s what you should be. and not an object for bargaining for old men.
“they have no curtesy, huh?”
you turned around and saw a young man, his brown eyes scanning the couple as well. you just nodded, hesitant to even utter a word. was it another man who just wanted to steal your heart - or more so, your family heritage?
“well, apparently so do i. my apologies. the name is zhang hao” he chuckled low and sent you a warm smile.
you carefully examined his features. looking at him now - despite just the faint glow of the moonlight outside - you realized he might be your age. his brown hair were falling on his forehead, and the black tuxedo he wore highlighted his slim figure.
“y/n of l/n” you hummed and bowed politely. will there be a remark? ‘oh, those l/n?’ ‘ah, i could swear i saw this face before’
he just reached his hand out to greet you. you mirrored his movement and were taken aback when once grabbing your hand gently, he leaned down to place a feather-light kiss atop of it.
with a chivalrous smirk he pulled away and opened his hand.
in it was your other black satin glove.
“i saw what happened. i’m sorry. i actually seen all the men approach you, i could see how uncomfortable you were” he said apologetically with a soft look in his eye.
“why didn’t you save a damsel in distress then?” you asked teasingly, reaching out to grab your belonging.
but zhanghao once again captured your hand gently. his own hand was calloused yet tender and warm. pleasant to hold.
“my apologies, i was busy” he scoffed and carefully put the glove on your hand. not breaking eye contact, he kept slowly pulling it up.
“with? flirting with other young ladies?” you kept testing him.
“didn’t have the time” he huffed and finally matched the height of your other glove. he smoothed it out with his hand, at a leisurely pace tracing back down to your hand “see, i was the one playing the violin inside”
your mouth slightly fell agape. now that was worth admiring.
a playful smirk danced on his lips. he subtly let go of your hand, letting it rest on the marble railing.
“trust me, y/n, i would have intervened if i could” zhanghao said and stepped closer to you, leaning as well. your shoulders were merely brushing.
you glanced at him while he stared at the couple in the garden. they were chatting, holding hands.
“a simple ‘thank you’ would be fine but i do appreciate your awe” he teased, not even looking at you.
you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
he was… different. not scared to be playful, his first words weren’t about money or marriage. he was confident and straightforward, a refreshing trait to observe.
“thank you. have you tried the macarons?” you asked, instantly regretting those words. you didn’t want to seem desperate or anything but you really wished to converse with him a little more.
“i did, actually. my friend baked them, and i must admit the strawberry ones are–”
“mind blowing! i know, right?” you gasped and you two exchanged looks. zhanghao grinned and your heart just skipped a beat.
he broke the eye contact after a while (you could swear you saw a tint of blush on his cheeks) and cleared his throat.
“so, um, zhanghao…” you started suddenly, a rush of confidence running through your love-starved body “do you also play the violin exclusively?”
you pretended not to notice how he shuffled closer to you. and he decided to not think about the way you looked at him with hope sparkling in his eyes.
“depends if there’s food included” he answered and couldn’t help but crack a smile, his serious facade crumbling.
sharing a laugh, he knew he’s going to have a very important person to play for in his schedule soon.
A/n: 1. If you see a typo, no you don't. 2. Mildly suggestive but not enough to raise any brows so imma count this as fluff. Take it up with my supervisor <3
