your gospel on my lips || haobin

your gospel on my lips || haobin

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HAOBIN FANFICTION by ravenoire (on ao3) Hao's life is a script written by others: sermons, rules, and expectations. As the son of a pastor, he's been taught to walk the straight and narrow, but the arrival of a new neighbor threatens to upend everything. Hanbin, with his leather jacket, motorcycle, and quiet defiance, is everything Hao has been told to avoid. "Why do you keep holding back, Hao? Don't you ever wonder what it's like to just live?" Will he risk it all to rewrite his story, or will he stay trapped in the confines of expectation? After all, salvation doesn't always come in the form of angels-sometimes, it rides a motorcycle. "You keep saying salvation will come, but maybe it's already here. Maybe salvation is your gospel on my lips."
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Dreams. She got big dreams. Almost as high as the stars in the sky. She never doubt herself. She promised herself that she will fight for it no matter what. Even if it means running away from her uncle just to search and try any luck in the big city. Rebel. He graduated and has all the knowledge he has to learn. But, he has no dream. He only knows how to rebel and go against his father. His love for motorcycle and cars made him know the strict rules of the road. Stirring wheels and brakes are enough to make him feel contented. He doesn't need to dream anymore. What if the rebel and the dreamer meet each other? They either will hate each other or be inseparable. What's the other word for it? Love? Maybe. After all, fate has everything under control.. or not. All Rights Reserved 2022 @-eyahsavea- on WP.

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