oneshots for zerobaseone!! includes: fluff, angst, all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personalities] 💗
╔══════════════════╗ SUNG HANBIN ✎ ix. reborn, undead ╚══════════════════╝
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"Stop worrying about me. I'll be fine. I won't get hurt. I promise I won't."
In eighteen hundred years, Hanbin had never broken a promise to you. Until now. He was painfully aware that somehow, something had gone wrong on that battlefield. He couldn't remember what, but something alerted him that everything was very, very wrong.
"Y/n? Y/n! Where are you?" Hanbin's shouts landed on deaf ears, echoing around the dark void without anyone to receive them. He didn't know where he was, or how he ended up there in the first place. The last thing he remembered was you holding him close, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead with tears in your eyes. Why were you crying? Why did you look so scared?
His gaze dropped to his hands, inspecting them as if they would give him some answers. They looked normal, but something felt different. He couldn't feel his magic surging in his veins. Before, he could sense his heart beating slowly if he focused, but now, it felt like it was pounding in his chest, so loud he couldn't stop hearing it. He ran his tongue along the front of his teeth: no fangs.
Was he... no longer a vampire?
He touched his collarbone, feeling for the tattoos. They were still there, yet they didn't react to his touch. No glowing, no surge of his powers, just stillness. He gulped. For the first time, unquenchable fear filled his body.
For hundreds of years he had learned to live a certain way. Always close to you, so that his powers could be strongest. Always in harmony between his natural body and supernatural vampiric features. He never needed to worry about sickness or the cold. He could transform into a bat at will or heal wounds, both physical and mental.
He felt useless now, unable to do any of the things he used to. Lost, without a single direction to go towards. He couldn't remember what he did as a human; what he used to fill his time with. It was too long ago to recall. He felt like he had just been born again, with no sense of how to go about the world. He'd have to learn all over again. But first, he was determined to find you.
He wasn't himself without you. You had held a part of him for too long, caring for his soul as if it was your own. If he wasn't with you, he had no purpose. So, he took a few steps forward, slowly getting used to the feeling of the ground beneath his feet. Every step took energy he wasn't used to expending. He felt weak, as if he could pass out at any moment. A pounding headache across his forehead and a weak unstable feeling in his knees. He had never felt this weak as a vampire.
With each step he took, more ground appeared beneath his feet. Slowly, a sort of town came into view. It was quaint. Little wooden cottages topped with red roofs. Signs pointed out the street names and directions. He stopped to read a few, figuring out which way to head next. He hesitantly chose the town centre, deciding it was a reasonable spot to start.
People stared at him as he walked by. He didn't care to find out why. Years of only caring about your opinions trained him to not give them a second glance. He knew his purpose, sure of himself and confident. Although he was scared to admit that his confidence was wavering without you by his side.
He reached the town square where an official looking building stood next to a fountain. He assumed it must be the governor's office or some mayor's building. Maybe he could get a list of residents? He stepped up the stairs, pulling the door open to be met with a fairly empty entranceway. There was a line of counters, behind which secretaries typed away at their typewriters and scribbled on paper with pens. He walked up to one of the open spots on the counter, face-to-face with an elderly man who's fingers flew across the typewriter with practised ease.
"How may I help you?" His accent was thick and his tone weighted down by dull tiredness. He didn't seem fazed by whatever had caused the other residents to stare unabashedly at Hanbin. The old man barely blinked twice at him.
"I'm looking for a list of residents in the town. I need to contact someone." Hanbin said quietly. The man nodded, muttering that he would find a list in the back somewhere. As Hanbin was left alone for the time being, he surveyed the other people in the building, each talking at the counter as well. They were too quiet for him to make out the conversations; his hearing significantly weakened since he lost his powers. One voice stood out, though.
"No, notHanjin— I'm looking for Hanbin! Sung Hanbin."
Hanbin's eyes widened, his head whipping around to try to find the owner of the loud voice.
"How many times do I have to repeat myself? He's about 180cm tall, has dark black hair, pale skin, and a slim face. He has to be in your records somewhere."
"Ma'am, I'm sure we can find him, rest assured. What did you say his birthday was again?"
"June thirteenth."
"What year?"
"25."
"1925?"
"No. 25. The year 25. Zero, zero, two, five."
"Ma'am, I'm not sure I follow. Do you mean to say he is over nineteen hundred years old? No human has ever—"
Hanbin had never felt his heart race so fast. Adrenaline pulled at every muscle in his body so suddenly he could hardly comprehend what was happening before his legs were rushing him over to where you stood, arguing with the lady at the counter.
"Y/n," He called to you, and time seemed to slow as you turned your head. "Excuse us," He mumbled quickly to the lady at the counter, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out the door of the building. He kept walking, his hold on your arm tight, afraid you would disappear. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, entranced by his appearance. Once he had found a secluded area, he stopped walking, trailing his hand up your arm to your shoulder instead.
"What happened? Where are we?" The questions flew out of his mouth. You didn't have an answer for him.
"I've been looking for you for days." Tears brimmed in your eyes as you looked at him. You touched his cheek with your hand. It felt warm.
"What happened on the day of the battle?" He asked again, prying for an answer. You shook your head, tears falling. You just stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him, head against his chest. Shaky breaths in as you felt his heartbeat; steady, fast, warm.
"I don't want to think about it." You told him quietly. Hanbin could only hold you, mind confused and worried. There were so many questions he had. He was sure you had the answers, if only you'd tell him. But he wouldn't push you, not when you clearly were in a delicate mental state.
He wished he could feel you like he used to. You had only been in his arms a few minutes, but it felt different. He couldn't relax your body with a spell, or get a peek into your thoughts. He tried to figure you out from the outside, and that was a difficult task.
"We should get you new clothes. These ones are soaked with blood." You mumbled after a while, face still buried against his chest. Hanbin looked down to his sleeve, noticing for the first time that he did have very obvious stains. No wonder he got so many curious stares. He wondered what they were from. Surely, it couldn't have been his own blood. He wasn't injured or bleeding.
"Y/n, what is this town?" Hanbin asked anxiously, as he spotted someone looking at you both from across the road.
"It's for the undead. Everyone here has already passed away, including you and me."
