elkberry
"Sung Hanbin," Hao pouts, eyes narrowed, "aren't you listening to me?"
Hanbin thinks back to this summer-to all the days he spent staring at this face, those lips, those eyes-to the autumn and all the nights he'd lay awake, wishing for him and hoping that thinking of him before he fell asleep meant he'd see him in his dreams.
Something clicks into place, deep inside him. He leans in, determined to make the most of this-time he never thought he'd get with Hao.
OR: Hanbin gets one more day with his summer fling.
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