Mirror Fest
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A fest to celebrate binneulbin ♡Timeline
Prompting: June 7 - June 19
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Claiming: June 20 - July 11
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Hao sat up straighter, bringing himself closer to Hanbin. "My stories are told through my music. How will you tell yours?"
Insomnia keeps Hanbin wide awake at night. As he lays in bed, he finds solace in the sweet, crooning sounds of his mysterious neighbor's violin, which flow through the thin apartment walls straight into his heart. Somehow, through hearing these cozy melodies, Hanbin finds that he is able to fall asleep easier.
One night, the music stops.
When Hanbin visits his violinist neighbor to investigate why, he doesn't expect to be met with a sleepy-eyed man swaddled in the fluffiest pink pajamas to ever exist. Hanbin doesn't expect said man to be unbearably cute, either.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Or: A story of how music brings two souls together.
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When you wish upon a star (or a candle) by Sunny_storys
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band)
08 Dec 2025
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University can be hard, Zhang Hao would know. In an attempt to force him to take a study break his friends make him clean up the mess in his room. During that process he stumbles upon something he hadn't thought about in years. In his hands he holds a wishlist he wrote when he turned 16 in addition to a set of 16 candles that are supposed to make them true. It's ridiculous, magic isn't real, right?
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"It’s distant until it’s not anymore, and all Hanbin can hear is the vibrating, melodic tune that is Zhang Hao’s voice.
Many notes have come alive in the past days, too many perhaps. None of them made sense while played by unknowing hands, Hanbin’s own fingers lowering levels and adding layers, babbling between oblivious lips blessed by ignorance.
How could they know?
About the thick bedding of affection where notes were laid on top of—the same notes that will only ever hold significance when Hao is the one who brings them to life."Or
Music producer Sung Hanbin, who is known for not working with idols, is forced to write and produce an album with famous idol Zhang Hao. Seoul is the perfect frame for their love to blossom in warm music studios, late-night sessions and whispered confessions.
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“Hanbin, baby, let me be very clear,” Hao says. He cups Hanbin’s face, squishing his cheeks a little in the process. “I like you too. So much. Everyone in this building and their moms know that. I want to keep going on dates with you and see where this goes. But I also want you to fuck me silly.”
“Oh,” Hanbin says, intelligently, hands slipping down Hao’s sides.
“Yeah. ‘Oh.’ I need to be railed into next week and you,” Hao says, rolling his hips with purpose, “have been holding out on me.”
Things you should never tell HR: Embezzling funds. Colluding with rivals. Yearning for your colleague’s big dick. Fraud.
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Hanbin sees him on a slow, sunny day, in a cafe he has to cross the street to get to. He flusters when Hanbin offers to pay for his drink. He makes chitchat when Hanbin walks with him to the subway. He smiles when Hanbin tells him he’s pretty. He gives Hanbin his phone number without Hanbin even having to ask.
Deep down, Hanbin must have known that Zhang Hao would be different.