Binneulbin Stories

At nineteen, Hanbin decides he hates water. He hates the feeling of hopelessness that claws at his lungs when surrounded by oxygen they can't use. The irony of it is maddening. He's never liked irony, either. And when it turns up in the form of the pretty, new face in his friend group after his year away, well, he might hate that, too. Cross-posted on ao3: ☀archiveofourown.org/works/63031264☀

When a snowstorm leaves Hanbin stranded in New York City, he ends up staying with Matthew's frosty and aloof friend, Zhang Hao-who also happens to be exactly Hanbin's type. While Hao has no use for Hanbin's Christmas cheer, close quarters and holiday magic might just be what it takes to melt his icy heart.

Hanbin lost the not-breakup. Brutally. But at least he's not the one showing up in front of his ex-situationship, begging to fix things. That's all Hao. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘰... 𝘏𝘢𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴-𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘖𝟥: ✧𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.𝘰𝘳𝘨/𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴/𝟨𝟢𝟧𝟣𝟪𝟢𝟤𝟥/✧