Fated Connections ZB1 Zhang Hao x Fem reader

Chapter 1: Whispers in the Wind

It was a normal day at the hospital. Y/N had been working long hours, barely getting enough sleep. The emergency room was packed, and she moved from one patient to another, trying her best to keep up. Her mind was focused on her work, and she had no time for distractions.

But suddenly, in the middle of checking a patient's chart, she froze.

"You're doing great. Just keep going."

The voice was soft, calm, and comforting. It wasn't a voice she recognized, but it felt oddly familiar. Y/N looked around, confused. None of her colleagues were talking to her. She shook her head, thinking it was her tired mind playing tricks. After all, she'd been working for nearly twelve hours straight. She pushed the thought aside and continued her work.

Meanwhile, miles away, Zhang Hao was rehearsing with his group, Zerobaseone. They were preparing for their upcoming concert, and the practice room was filled with the sound of music. Hao was focused on perfecting the dance moves, but as the music paused for a break, he heard something strange.

"You're almost there. Don't give up."

He blinked and looked around the room. None of the members had said anything, and the music was off. His heart raced, but he brushed it off, thinking it was just in his head.

"What's wrong, Hao?" Jiwoong asked, noticing the confusion on his face.

"Nothing, hyung. Just tired, I guess," Zhang Hao replied, forcing a smile.

Both Y/N and Zhang Hao carried on with their day, dismissing the voice as just their imaginations. But deep down, something about it lingered in their minds. The voice was too real, too clear to ignore completely.

Later that evening, Y/N finally got a break from the hospital. She sat down in the staff lounge, her mind replaying the strange moment from earlier. She thought about telling her friend, but she didn't want to sound crazy. It was probably just her exhaustion talking, she convinced herself.

At the same time, Zhang Hao was back in his dorm, lying on his bed after a long day of practice. The words echoed in his mind, and for some reason, they comforted him. He didn't know who the voice belonged to, but it had given him a sense of calm he hadn't felt in a while. His group's schedule was packed, and the pressure of being a new idol was intense, but somehow, that voice had soothed him.

Little did they know, this was only the beginning of something much bigger—something that would change their lives forever.