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Zhang Hao found himself wanting a lot these days. He wanted to be near Hanbin every moment of the day. He wanted to touch Hanbin whenever he was close. He wanted to glance at Hanbin secretly when he wasn't looking and smile at him when he caught Hanbin doing the same. He wanted for the first time.
The spring of 1958, Zhang Hao leaves everything he has ever known. Chasing his dreams on his own, he finds himself renting a room from a humble shop owner, Sung Hanbin, and his young daughter.
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10 Jul 2026
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Somehow the blonde boy had completely hypnotised him. That was how Naim felt about it, for lack of a better word.
Otherwise he would not be so worked up over the fact it had been nearly two months and he still had not so much as grazed a hand beneath Ryan's waistband.
How absurd was that?
Or, Naim gets to the bottom of why Ryan never lets him get him off.
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08 Jul 2026
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Startled, Hao jerks upright too quickly and immediately regrets it, accidentally dropping himself back down onto the jewelry holder. Pain shoots through him hard enough to make him wince.
“Baby?”
Hanbin crosses the room in seconds.
Hao finds an intimate use for Hanbin's hand-shaped jewelry holder when loneliness gets the best of him. Hanbin chooses that exact moment to surprise him.
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06 Jul 2026
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blood sweat & tears by rentanyang
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), AND2BLE (Korea Band)
24 Jun 2026
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Hao's tears double, trickling down his cheeks and dripping down his jaw like crystals catching the fading sunlight. His face is even more flushed, his cheeks red and blotchy, his eyes rimmed with pink. His tears cling to his eyelashes, webbing them into sharp spikes, and his lips are plump and quivering. Hanbin wants to kiss them so badly it physically hurts.
"Can you at least say something?" Hao pleads, his hand clutching his bag. His ice cream has fallen onto the park ground, a sad puddle of melting vanilla.
Hanbin's mind traitorously wanders. He wonders if Hao will cry just as much in bed. If his tears will fall just as freely and he'll hiccup and beg—hiding his face in the sheets as he sniffles. If he'll look just as beautiful and undone beneath him. The thought sends another jolt of heat through his body, and he immediately feels disgusted with himself.
Alternatively: Sung Hanbin gets bricked up in the middle of his whatevertionship's very vulnerable moment. He atones.
(a dacryphilia-centric fic)Bookmarked by clairalish
06 Jul 2026
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“You're not Naim,” Ryan says again, both more sure and more desperate. Naim does not respond, it just smiles, soft and broken, defeated.
Ryan, it says, in lieu of an answer, I love you. Don't you love me?
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29 Jun 2026