10 Works by moondances
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“Bǎobèi,” Zhang Hao bites the nickname into the juncture of his neck, and he sucks a sweet little bruise that Hanbin is certain will have to be covered into the skin, but is intentional to loosen him up. Desperately clinging to any composure he has left, Hanbin shifts around on the couch until he’s sitting in his hyung’s lap, inevitably setting himself up. “Tell hyung what’s wrong,” Hao's voice is soothing, far from chastising, but it's still–– He wants this to be over.
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“Bin-ah,” Hao whines from the other side of the door, and Hanbin shares a secret smile with himself in the mirror. “M’lonely. Are you done?” He bites the corner of his bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth. Luck, he thinks, is what has placed him in the same hotel room with Hao tonight. They’ve had very little time together, and Hanbin has no expectations, but he can’t deny the excited nerves fraying him at the edges. Can’t deny that he hopes maybe… Maybe.
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this is what it feels like by moondances
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), Boys Planet (Korea TV)
15 May 2023
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Hanbin is eight when he falls in love with dancing –– with the way his bare feet press into the dirty floor of a studio, ground him to the Earth, the way it feels like the mirrors welcome him home, the way that he can tell a story through movement, can make his mom cry with just a two minute performance. He is eight years old when he falls in love with dancing, and is seventeen when he realizes he will probably never love something else like he loves this.
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what if i told you i'm a mastermind? by moondances
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), Boys Planet (Korea TV)
05 May 2023
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For a long moment he worries, worries so hard he thinks he might be sick. He came here with hopes and dreams of being in this place and in this group and not much else — but now, as he sneaks another look out of his peripheral, he can’t imagine doing it without Zhang Hao. He’s sure everyone in the greater Seoul area would scoff at him for worrying, everyone in the world would tell him he’s lucky to have remained so steady all of these weeks.
He doesn’t care about all of that. He doesn’t care about position one, or two, or holding a rank —
The timer that is blasting over the speakers gets louder. Boom, beats like a heartbeat through the arena.
What if it’s not him? What if it’s not Hao?
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It takes everything in him to not say it, the words dripping clinging to his tongue honey thick, you're beautiful, he thinks. "Couldn't sleep," he says instead.
"Yeah," Seungcheol nods, mindlessly reaching a hand to rest over where Jeonghan's leg is under the sheets. "Me neither."
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Minghao has never been one to make much of a fuss of his birthday.
The difference this year is that Minghao has found himself in a... situation, one could say.
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It's not that Jeonghan hates his birthday –– no, nothing like that. It's just that it's not really his anymore.
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Joshua pierces his nipples. Chaos ensues.
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seokmin watches a meteor shower. seungkwan watches seokmin.
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His favorite days are gentle, and warm, and bright bright blue. They are gummy smiles, a laugh too loud for the body it comes from. Low words spoken like poetry, spoken like a promise. We’ll leave. We’ll leave. One day, we won’t have to stay anymore. These days are cold. These days are warm. They’re Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. But Sundays. Sundays are the best days. Saturday nights are spent quiet, holed up in his bedroom, waiting. Knowing what Sunday means.
Sunday means the short ride to the field far enough out of town that there’s enough space between his heart and his house to feel safe.
Sunday means a thermos of hot chocolate, split, shared carefully, evenly, between the two of them.
Sunday means Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi.