Almost blind | Haobin

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“Hanbin! Damn it, wake up already or we’re going to be late for work!” Hao shouted, his voice slicing through the sleepy quiet of the morning. He jolted out of bed the moment his eyes landed on the clock.. the red digits flashing 6:57 am.

Meanwhile, Hanbin was still sprawled across the bed, face half-buried in the pile of pillows, refusing to move. Hao groaned, dragging a hand through his messy hair as he grabbed the clothes he had neatly prepared the night before.. Loose, elegant-looking pants paired with a flowing shirt that draped perfectly over his shoulders. Everything was in soft muted tones, making him appear younger and gentler.

He shot another glance at the bed. Hanbin hadn’t moved an inch.

With a sigh of exaggerated patience, Hao marched over and, without a second thought, jumped right on top of him. The impact made Hanbin grunt in protest as the air whooshed out of his lungs. "Zhang Hao!” Hanbin mumbled, his voice muffled and grumpy.

Hao only laughed, peeling the blanket away from Hanbin’s body despite his half-hearted attempts to cling to it. “Come on, we cant be late again,” he said, rolling off him with a lazy grin.

The room filled with their laughter — the same kind of chaotic energy that had followed them since high school. Even though they were both pushing thirty now, nothing had really changed. If anything, they’d only gotten worse..two grown men still acting like teenagers rushing for the morning bell.

It took Hanbin a few more stubborn minutes to finally drag himself out of bed. While he got dressed, Hao was already in the kitchen, preparing a quick breakfast and packing small lunch boxes for both of them.

Even though they didn’t work in the same place, their schedules always started around the same time. It was a tiny stroke of luck that made their mornings a little less lonely and their chaos a little more bearable.

Their morning aesthetic was almost laughable. Hanbin looked like he had just stepped out of a law firm advertisement..crisp black pants, an elegant white button-up shirt, hair neatly styled and sleeves perfectly rolled. Beside him, Hao looked like the complete opposite: soft knit sweater, loose slacks and a warmth that made him seem more like a walking cup of coffee than a man on his way to work. Together, they were a contrast that somehow just fit.

After years of living under their parents roofs, they had finally managed to move into their own apartment. It wasn’t that living with Ricky and Gyuvin had been unbearable… well, maybe it kind of was. The constant noise, the mess.. yeah, it had been a small domestic nightmare.

As they stepped into Hanbin’s car, Hao immediately claimed the passenger seat, stretching out comfortably while Hanbin adjusted the mirror and started the engine. “Ugh, today’s going to be hell,” Hanbin groaned, leaning his head against the steering wheel for a second before straightening up. “I have that annoying client again.. Mr. Park.”

“The one who’s trying to get custody of his kids instead of their mom?” Hao asked, arching a brow as he buckled his seatbelt. “That’s the one,” Hanbin sighed. “The court hearing’s tomorrow. Once it’s over, I might actually get a day without wanting to slam my head against the desk.”

Hao laughed softly, gazing out the window as the city blurred by. “At least you can get rid of your annoying ones. If I have a difficult patient, I’m stuck with them for months. Therapy doesn’t come with a courtroom deadline.”

Hanbin chuckled, shooting him a sideways glance. “You knew what you were signing up for, Doctor Zhang.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hao replied with mock annoyance, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

Their careers kept them both busy. Hanbin, a well-known lawyer often swallowed by cases and clients; Hao, a psychologist who had a tendency to care too much about the people he treated. But neither of them minded. They were proud of each other, even if their work meant they saw less of one another than they’d like.