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The meticulously organized life of Sung Hanbin, Student President of Zero High, was a performance. Every crisp crease of his uniform, every A on his report card, and every polite, non-controversial statement was a building block in the towering facade of perfection. To the students, he was the campus crush, the golden boy destined for success.
To Hanbin, he was a prisoner of expectation, his secret, suppressed heart aching with a forbidden desire for Zhang Hao.
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Spider-Man: Finally Home by hanbeaniiee
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), AND2BLE
08 Apr 2026
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“I’m Spider-Man.”
“This isn’t funny, Sung Hanbin.” Hao says.
“I’m not trying to be, baby.” Hanbin says, carefully leaning in, watching for any telltale sign that Hao might turn away. When he doesn’t see one, Hanbin closes the distance between them. It’s a small, simple touch of lips. Nothing too flashy, because Hanbin didn’t want to overwhelm Hao more than he already was. Hao pulls away, breathing a little uneven. “Then explain it properly.” Hanbin exhales, his shoulders dropping slightly.
Hanbin is Spider-Man, so when his love, Hao, becomes the key to a villain’s obsession, Hanbin will risk everything to keep him safe. Spider-Man has saved the city countless times, but can he save himself?
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i know i free your soul, i ride your wave, you control by softnotspoken
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band)
13 Jun 2024
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Zhang Hao will be the first to admit that there’s really only two ways to make him cry in bed.
The first option is a simple combination of overstimulation and rough sex, that will have him screaming out loud. The second option, however, is not as simple. It’s when it’s slow, gentle and romantic, maybe even bordering on sappy. It’s just the softness that catches Zhang Hao off guard every time.
It seems like Hanbin chose the latter tonight.
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The language Zhang Hao knows best is that of victory, where first is only a place to reach and a prize to win. No other type of first has ever mattered. Then came Hanbin.
“Hanbin,” Zhang Hao says, soft, dazed.
For a few moments, that’s the only word he can think of. You’ll give me this too? is what he means. Hanbin stares up at him, eyes warm and dark, and Zhang Hao thinks he must understand. When it comes to firsts, Zhang Hao ripped through his own like the wrapping off a present, quick and efficient, impatient to get to something better. He’s determined to be careful with Hanbin’s, to tuck them close to his chest like something not just to be taken but also kept.
“Hanbin-ah,” he says again, shakier now. “You don’t even know half the things you’re doing to me.”
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With a small, mystified grin on her face, Hanbin raises one dainty eyebrow. “And what do you want to do about that, unnie?”
The ball is in Hao’s court now, and while she’s never been good at basketball—or any sport, really—she’s good at picking up context clues and being convincing. She pushes out her full bottom lip at Hanbin, searching the other’s face for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, she pushes forward. “I could teach you how to have good sex,” she declares, clasping her hands in her lap. “Then you know what feels good and not. And perhaps you might even pick something up from it.”
or: Hanbin has never had sex before. Hao can remedy that. As friends, of course. Friends can totally do that. Right?
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Hao practically fell into Hanbin’s arms, hiccupping like his entire soul depended on it. Tiny, pathetic wails escaped him, high-pitched and a little theatrical.
“I want a dog!” he sobbed, face buried in Hanbin’s shoulder, leaving damp streaks of tears on his shirt. His little hands clutched at Hanbin like he was holding onto air, shivering slightly, not from cold, but from pure, theatrical despair
Every sniffle and hiccup was timed for maximum effect, and Hanbin could feel it. The tug, the pull, the way his heart threatened to melt completely. Hao tilted his head up, big watery eyes glimmering, lip quivering.
“Please, Hanbin-ah…” he said, voice cracking in the midst of a sob. Hanbin wanted to groan, wanted to scold, and wanted to pull him off. But instead… he hugged him tighter. Because even if it was manipulation, even if it was absurd… it was impossible to resist.
And God he wanted to fold and give in so bad.
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The shenanigans that go on in Hao and Hanbins life.