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Zhang Hao was always fond of beautiful objects, and Hanbin was her prized possession. Even before she was as lovely as she was now, Zhang Hao loved her and coveted her from the first moment she saw the girl. She wanted her before Hanbin even knew she was a girl—before the thought that Zhang Hao planted in her mind had ever crossed it. Her lovely treasure. A diamond she had found in the rough; jewels which had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Hanbin lies under her, polished and shined and displayed exactly the way she was meant to be.
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As rebellion brews against his rule, Prince Sung Hanbin struggles to maintain control; of both his kingdom and the dangerously alluring Soul Eater, Zhang Hao, at his side.
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do (not) take plants from random boxes by hanbinstattoo
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band)
29 Feb 2024
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Gooey fluid splatters all over his front, dripping down his legs and landing wetly onto the floor in a sticky puddle.
Before Hanbin could even process what just happened, he feels his skin start to tingle and he looks down, eyes widening in shock as he watches his tank top and shorts melt away.
Whatever substance the vine just threw up on him is disintegrating the fabric off his skin, leaving him bare and exposed.
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Hanbin slowly extended his arm closest to the priest and shakily grasped it from his hand, the soft, yet electric brush of their fingers jolting the younger more than it should’ve. “W-Where did you find this?” he asked lowly.
Hao only smiled. “I think you know the answer to that already. So, tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me where I found your rosary. That is all I ask.”
Hanbin nervously laughed, pocketing the newly found trinket. “How should I know? I’m the one who lost it.”
Hao did not speak for what felt like an excruciatingly long time. The only sound heard around them were the tricklings of the fountain, chirping birds, and the light breeze shaking the leaves where they hung atop the branches.
Finally, the priest spoke.
“Well, you leave me with no choice, Hanbin.”
When a new patron enters Father Zhang's church, he couldn't help but make sure the other was welcomed warmly. Enough so, that the younger was comfortable to confess his unholy sins to him—sins the priest wouldn't exactly call unholy.
Especially if those sins were thought by the priest himself.