Fated Connections ZB1 Zhang Hao x Fem reader

Chapter 8: The First Clue

The connection between Y/N and Zhang Hao continued to grow stronger each day. They still hadn't figured out how to meet in person, but their conversations flowed more easily now, and they felt more comfortable sharing details about their lives.

One afternoon, while Y/N was finishing her shift at the hospital, she found herself thinking about him again. They hadn't talked much about their jobs or personal lives yet. But as the bond between them deepened, she wanted to know more about who he was.

"Can I ask you something?" Y/N thought as she walked home.

Zhang Hao, in the middle of a break between rehearsals, heard her voice and smiled. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then thought, "What do you do? For work, I mean. I know you're busy a lot, but I'm curious."

Zhang Hao leaned back in his chair, thinking about how to respond. He hadn't mentioned being an idol yet, mainly because it felt strange to talk about something so specific without knowing how she might react. But he also didn't want to keep it a secret.

"I'm a performer," he replied, deciding to keep it vague for now. "I do a lot of rehearsals and concerts."

Y/N's curiosity piqued. A performer? That explained why he always seemed so busy and why she had felt his excitement after what must have been a concert. She smiled to herself. "That sounds amazing. I bet you're really talented."

Zhang Hao felt a slight blush creep onto his cheeks, even though she couldn't see him. "Thank you. It's hard work, but I love it."

Y/N walked into her apartment, thinking about what he had just said. It made sense now—his constant rehearsals, his exhaustion, the high-energy moments she had felt through their bond. It made her wonder even more about his life. Was he famous? Or was he a part of something big?

The next few days passed, and Y/N found herself feeling more connected to Zhang Hao than ever before. She thought about him constantly—wondering what he was doing, how his rehearsals were going, and whether he was thinking about her too.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hao was feeling the same way. Every time he heard her voice, he felt a sense of calm and comfort. She had become a constant in his life, someone he could rely on, even though they had never met.

One evening, after an exhausting day of practice, Zhang Hao lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He was too tired to move, but his mind was racing with thoughts of Y/N.

"I wish I could meet you," he thought, letting his thoughts flow to her. He had never been this honest with her before.

Y/N, who was reading a book in bed, froze when she heard his voice. Her heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet her too. She closed her book and sat up, feeling her pulse quicken.

"I want to meet you too," she replied softly, not sure what else to say.

Zhang Hao smiled, feeling a wave of warmth. "Maybe it'll happen soon. I don't know how, but I have a feeling we'll cross paths eventually."

Y/N smiled too, closing her eyes. "I hope so."

The next day, something strange happened.

Y/N was on her lunch break, sitting in a small café near the hospital. She had been thinking about their conversation from the night before, still feeling hopeful about the possibility of meeting Zhang Hao in person. As she sipped her coffee, she looked up at the café's TV, which was showing a music program.

She wasn't paying much attention to it at first, but then something caught her eye. A group of young men were performing on stage—full of energy and charisma. They moved with such precision, their dance synchronized perfectly with the beat of the song. The audience was cheering loudly, and the group's name flashed across the screen: Zerobaseone.

Y/N leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she watched the performance. One of the performers—someone near the center—looked oddly familiar. She didn't know why, but something about him tugged at her heart. She stared at the screen, feeling an overwhelming sense of recognition, even though she had never seen him before.

And then, it hit her.

The performer she was looking at—he was Zhang Hao.

Her heart raced as she realized the truth. The voice she had been hearing for weeks belonged to him, and he wasn't just anyone—he was a member of Zerobaseone, one of the most popular groups in the country.

Y/N's mind spun with the realization. She couldn't believe it. She had been talking to Zhang Hao, an idol, all this time without knowing it. Everything suddenly made sense—the busy schedules, the rehearsals, the performances. It was all connected to his life as an idol.

That night, as Y/N lay in bed, she felt nervous. Should she tell him that she knew? Would it change things between them?

She closed her eyes and reached out to him.

"I think I saw you today," she thought, her heart pounding.

Zhang Hao, who had just finished his shower and was about to settle into bed, froze when he heard her voice. "You did?" he thought, surprised. "Where?"

Y/N took a deep breath. "On TV. You were performing with your group, Zerobaseone."

Zhang Hao's eyes widened in shock. She knew.

"You know who I am?" he thought, his heart racing.

"I didn't until today," Y/N replied, her thoughts filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "But I know now."

Zhang Hao sat down on his bed, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Part of him was relieved that she knew the truth, but another part of him was worried. Would this change their connection? Would she see him differently now that she knew he was an idol?

"Does it... change anything?" he thought, unsure of how she would respond.

Y/N smiled softly to herself. "Not at all. You're still the same person I've been talking to all this time. It doesn't matter if you're famous or not. I still want to meet you."

Zhang Hao's heart swelled with warmth. She didn't care about his fame or his idol life. She still wanted to meet him, just as much as he wanted to meet her.

"I want to meet you too," he thought, smiling to himself. "Soon."