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Sung Hanbin, a solo artist, was filled with determination and passion leading up to his debut. After his former group, Zerobaseone, disbanded, he felt a mix of emotions - sadness for the loss of his group but also excitement to embark on a new path. With the support of his family,fans, and friends, he set out to create music that would reflect his true self.

One day, Hanbin decided he would relive his trauma, and he looked up “ZB1 last stage” on youtube, and decided to watch. He began to relive the moments…

FLASHBACK:

The stage was set, bathed in a warm and melancholic glow as the members of ZB1 stood side by side, their hearts heavy with the weight of the moment. The arena was a sea of blue light sticks held aloft by their devoted fans, Zerose, whose cheers and tears resonated through the air. The stage was adorned with silver, gold, and blue confetti, a shimmering rain that added a surreal touch to the bittersweet scene.

The members held hands tightly, the connection between them a lifeline as they prepared to sing their final song, "Don't Forget." The melody began, a hauntingly beautiful composition that echoed the emotions they were unable to put into words. The lyrics, a poignant tribute to their journey and the memories they had created together, were like a collective whisper to their fans – a plea to never forget them.

As they sang, tears welled in their eyes, each note resonating with the countless experiences they had shared. Jiwoong and Hanbin’s voice held a blend of nostalgia and heartache, and Gunwook's powerful vocals echoed the depth of their emotions. Taerae and Mathew's harmonies wove a tapestry of love and longing, and Ricky and Yujin's verses held the echoes of their laughter and tears.

Gyuvin's voice carried a weight of gratitude and the promise of a future they couldn't predict. And as Zhanghao's voice soared, it seemed to carry with it every memory they had forged, every challenge they had overcome, and every dream they had nurtured.

The stadium was filled with the sound of sobbing fans, their emotions mirroring those of the members on stage. The lyrics of the song spoke not only of their journey as a group but also of their farewell, and the audience could feel the pain and heartache that lay beneath the music.

The members sang with a raw vulnerability, their voices trembling and breaking as they struggled to hold back their tears. As the final chorus approached, they locked eyes, their shared understanding unspoken yet palpable. They were not just singing to their fans; they were singing to each other, an ode to the bond that had shaped their lives.

The chorus built to a crescendo, and the members couldn't hold back any longer. Tears streamed down their faces, their voices quivering with the weight of their emotions. Holding hands tighter than ever, they sang through their sobs, the lyrics a testament to the love they felt for each other and for their fans.

As the song came to an end, they held onto each other as if their lives depended on it. The music faded, leaving behind a haunting silence. Their voices might have ceased, but the echo of their emotions lingered in the air like a delicate melody that refused to fade.

As the last notes of the song hung in the air, the members looked out at the sea of fans, their vision blurred by their tears. They had sung their hearts out, and now it was time to say their final goodbyes.

One by one, they stepped forward, each member sharing their own message with their fans.

Jiwoong's voice wavered as he held the microphone, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. "Zerose," he began, his voice trembling, "you've been with us through thick and thin. Every step we've taken, you've been right there beside us, supporting us. I can't express how much that means to me." His voice cracked, and his breath hitched. "This journey has been filled with laughter, love, and unforgettable memories. But as we stand here today, saying goodbye, my heart aches with the knowledge that this chapter is coming to an end."

With a heavy heart, Jiwoong's gaze lingered on the crowd of fans, his voice choking with emotion. "We'll carry the memories we've made with us, always. And I hope that you, Zerose, will do the same. Remember the times we've shared, the music we've created, and the love that bound us together." His grip on the microphone tightened, his fingers trembling. "Thank you for being a part of our journey. We'll miss you more than words can say."

As Jiwoong walked away, his steps were slow and deliberate, his eyes fixed on the ground. He hesitated at the top of the stage's stairs, his breaths shaky, and then, with a final, longing look at the audience, he descended, disappearing from sight.

Gyuvin's voice shook as he took a deep breath, struggling to compose himself realizing it was his turn. "Zerose, I stand here with a heart heavy with gratitude and sorrow. You've been our pillars of strength, our guiding stars. From the very beginning, you've been the wind beneath our wings, propelling us forward." His voice cracked, and he blinked back tears. "Through every song, every performance, you've been there, giving us the strength to shine."

Gyuvin's gaze swept over the audience, his expression a blend of pain and appreciation. "As we bid farewell, my heart aches with the knowledge that I won't be able to see your faces in the crowd, cheering us on. The love we share is something I'll cherish forever." His voice quivered, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. "We're all going our separate ways, but the bond we've formed will never break."

With a heavy sigh, Gyuvin stepped back from the microphone, his shoulders trembling. He paused at the edge of the stage, his hands clenched into fists, his gaze locked on the fans who had become like family. And then, with a heartbreaking final glance, he walked down the stairs, each step a painful reminder of the farewell that awaited him.

Everytime a new member's face appeared on the big screen, sobs emerged from the crowd, knowing it was the last time they would see them. Especially when it was a fan's bias.

Ricky's voice quivered as he looked out at the sea of fans before him, his heart heavy with sorrow. "Zerose," he began, his voice a whisper that carried the weight of his emotions, "you've been our constant companions, our source of inspiration. Your unwavering support has meant more to us than words can convey." His voice trembled, and his grip on the microphone tightened. "This journey has been a rollercoaster of emotions, and standing here now, I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the love we've shared."

With tears pooling in his eyes, Ricky's gaze swept over the crowd, his expression a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "As we step away from this stage, my heart aches with the knowledge that I won't see your smiles, hear your cheers, or feel your energy anymore." His voice broke, and he took a shuddering breath. "But the memories we've made will live on, and I hope you'll hold onto them as tightly as I will."

Ricky stepped back from the microphone, his shoulders shaking as he struggled to hold back his tears. He hesitated at the edge of the stage, his eyes fixed on the audience, his lips quivering with unspoken emotions. And then, with a heart-wrenching sigh, he walked down the stairs, each step a painful reminder of the finality of their goodbye.

Taerae's voice quivered with a mix of trepidation and emotion as he inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes fixed on the sea of faces before him. "Zerose………..," he began, his voice a gentle tremor that seemed to resonate through the heavy air, "from that very first time we graced the stage, you became our constant presence, our guiding light. Your cheers, your unwavering love, they've been the driving force behind every step we've taken, every note we've sung." His voice faltered, and he blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. "This journey we've shared has been an anthology of moments that will forever be etched in the fabric of my soul."

With a sigh tinged with both gratitude and melancholy, Taerae's gaze lingered on the audience, his expression a blend of bittersweet appreciation. "As we stand here today, on the precipice of this inevitable goodbye, I'm struck by the realization that I won't witness your smiles from this stage again, won't feel the palpable energy that emanates from each one of you during our performances." His voice quivered, and his fingers clenched around the microphone, as if seeking an anchor amidst the sea of emotions. "But I want you to hold onto our shared memories, to carry them as talismans of the times we've laughed, cried, and grown together."

Stepping back from the microphone, Taerae's lips trembled as he wiped away a solitary tear that had strayed. He paused at the edge of the stage, his eyes fixed on the fans who had become an integral part of their journey, his heart weighed down by the impending farewell. And then, summoning a poignant smile that mirrored the emotions within, he descended the stairs with deliberate steps, each one a poignant reminder that this was a curtain call, a chapter's end that would echo softly through the corridors of time.

Mathew's voice broke as he looked out at the fans before him, his heart heavy with the weight of their impending farewell. "Zerose!!!" he began, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow, "you've been our guiding light, our source of strength. Your support has been unwavering, and I can't thank you enough for standing by us." His voice quivered, and he blinked back tears. "The memories we've created together, the moments we've shared, they've shaped us in ways I could never have imagined."

With a heavy sigh, Mathew's gaze swept over the audience, his expression a blend of sadness and appreciation. "As we stand here today, saying goodbye, my heart aches with the knowledge that this is the end of an era. I'll miss the life you bring to every performance, the smiles you've given us." His voice broke, and he struggled to maintain his composure. "But know that the love we've shared will always be a part of us, no matter where our paths lead."

Mathew stepped back from the microphone, his fingers trembling as he wiped away a tear that had fallen. He hesitated at the edge of the stage, his eyes fixed on the fans who had become like family, his heart heavy with the bittersweet finality of their farewell. And then, with a heavy heart, he walked down the stairs, each step a painful reminder that this was the last time they would be together as a group.

Yujin's voice trembled as he looked out at the crowd, his heart heavy with emotion. "Zerose," he began, his voice soft yet filled with an intensity that belied the tears in his eyes, "you've been our driving force, our source of strength. Every cheer, every smile – they've been the heartbeat of our journey. Through every high note, every dance move, you've been there, lifting us up." His voice quivered, and he took a deep breath, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "This journey, this incredible journey we've shared, has been woven with the threads of your unwavering support."

With a heavy sigh, Yujin's gaze swept over the audience, his expression a mix of sadness and appreciation. "As we stand here, ready to part ways, my heart aches with the knowledge that I won't see your faces lighting up the arena, won't hear your voices harmonizing with ours." His voice broke, and he struggled to steady his breath. "But I want you to know that the moments we've shared, the memories we've created together, will forever be etched in my heart."

Stepping back from the microphone, Yujin's fingers shook as he wiped away a tear, his gaze fixed on the fans who had become an integral part of their journey. He paused at the edge of the stage, his heart heavy with the bittersweet realization that this was their final bow, their last performance together. Summoning a fragile smile, he walked down the stairs, each step a testament to the love they had shared and the journey they had embarked upon together.

Gunwook's voice quavered as he took a deep, steadying breath, his gaze fixed on the assembled audience. "To all those who've walked this journey with us," he began, his voice carrying a blend of vulnerability and emotion, "you've been the heartbeat of our music, the reason we've poured our souls into every lyric, every chord." His voice trembled, and he pressed his lips together, his emotions brimming at the surface. "Our path has been a symphony of shared moments, and as we stand here today, I'm overcome by the emotions that have accompanied us every step of the way."

With a sigh that held both gratitude and a touch of melancholy, Gunwook's eyes scanned the faces in the crowd, his expression a poignant tapestry of gratitude and longing. "As this chapter draws to a close, I'm struck by the thought that this may be the last time we share the same stage, the same spotlight." His voice caught, and he struggled to steady his voice. "But I want you all to carry our music, our experiences, with you as you continue your own journeys."

Taking a step back from the microphone, Gunwook's fingers shook slightly, his hand brushing away a stray tear. He paused at the edge of the stage, his gaze fixed on the crowd who had become a part of their shared narrative. A mixture of emotions played across his features – the joy of the moments they'd created, the sorrow of their farewell. With a determined smile tinged with a touch of sadness, he descended the stairs, each step a tribute to the connection they'd fostered and the impact they'd left behind.

Zhanghao stood at the microphone, his hands trembling, his heart heavy with a sorrow that seemed to envelop him entirely. His voice was but a fragile whisper as he attempted to speak, "My Zerose…" His voice thinning, his eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall. His breath hitched as he looked out at the crowd, the sea of faces that had supported them through thick and thin.

But his words faltered, his emotions getting the best of him. He clutched the microphone as if it were a lifeline, his chest heaving with the weight of his grief. The memories they'd shared, the music they'd created – it all surged through him, and he struggled to put his feelings into words. His lips trembled, and he found himself sinking to his knees, the microphone slipping from his grasp and clattering to the stage.

Hanbin was by his side in an instant, his loving arms wrapping around Zhanghao as he sank to the ground, mirroring his anguish. They were alone on the stage now, the rest of the members having taken their leave, leaving them to face their emotions head-on. Hanbin held him tightly, his own tears falling as he whispered soothing words, trying to provide whatever comfort he could.

Zhanghao's cries echoed through the arena, a raw and guttural wail that tore at the hearts of everyone who heard it. He clung to Hanbin, his fingers digging into the fabric of his friend's clothes, as if afraid that letting go would mean losing himself entirely. "Zerose, I love you," he sobbed, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. "Please, don't forget me. Please…"

Hanbin's own tears fell freely as he held Zhanghao, his heart breaking for his friend who was unraveling in his arms. He held him close, offering a shoulder to cry on, understanding the magnitude of their shared pain. The fans in the audience, too, were swept up in the raw emotions pouring from the stage, their own sobs intermingling with Zhanghao's cries.

As Zhanghao's wails slowly subsided into heart-wrenching sobs, he struggled to regain some semblance of composure. With a deep, shuddering breath, Zhanghao finally managed to stand, Hanbin still holding onto him. He glanced out at the fans, his eyes puffy and red, his heart heavy with the knowledge that this was their last encounter. His voice, though still shaky, grew stronger as he continued, "I never wanted to say goodbye. I never wanted this moment to come. My heart aches to find the right words to express what you mean to us. You've been more than fans – you've been our family, our guiding light. Your unwavering support has carried us through the highs and lows of this incredible journey."

His voice broke once again as he blinked back tears, his fingers gripping the microphone as if for support. "As we stand here on the precipice of farewell, I'm overwhelmed by the memories we've shared, the music we've made together. Your love has been the heartbeat of every performance, every note that's touched your hearts." A tear escaped, tracing a path down his cheek, and he wiped it away with a trembling hand. "I want you to know that you've left an indelible mark on each of us, a mark that time can never erase."

Zhanghao's gaze swept over the audience, his expression a poignant mix of gratitude and longing. "As I prepare to leave this stage, my heart rebels against the notion of parting ways. Your faces, your cheers – they've become a part of me, woven into the fabric of my soul. This is everything that I could’ve asked for. Everything. This was the only thing I wanted. I don’t know what's going to happen after this. Honestly…im scared." His voice cracked, and he choked back a sob, struggling to keep his composure. "Please know that this isn't goodbye forever. Our music, our memories – they'll live on within each of you, a reminder of the moments we've shared."

As he turned away from the microphone, his steps faltered for a moment, his resolve wavering. He shook his head, tears falling freely now, his sobs echoing through the arena as he descended the stairs. Each step felt like a small surrender, a piece of his heart left behind. The cries of the audience mingled with his own, a symphony of grief that bore witness to the depth of their connection.

He hesitated at the edge of the stage, his steps unsteady, his heart torn between the longing to stay and the inevitability of departure. He stood there for a moment, his tears falling onto the stage as he stared out at Zerose, his love and pain palpable.

And then, with a heavy heart and one last, longing look his gaze swept across the audience, his eyes seeking familiar faces amidst the sea of emotions. And then, amidst the crowd's tears and the collective ache that hung in the air, his gaze locked onto Hanbin's. In that shared moment, their eyes held a world of unspoken emotions – a deep love, an unbreakable bond, and a profound understanding that this was their final connection as ZB1 members. Hanbin's lips trembled into a tender smile, tears glistening in his eyes, as if encapsulating the entirety of their journey in that single expression. Zhanghao felt his own tears welling up, his heart heavy with the gravity of their parting. Their eyes seemed to convey what words could not, a shared farewell that transcended the stage and echoed through the chambers of their hearts. It was a gaze that held the weight of every memory they had ever created together, a silent testament to the depth of their affection and the bittersweet realization that this was the last chapter of a story they had penned with passion and devotion. With a reluctant exhale, Zhanghao finally tore his gaze away from Hanbin's, his footsteps heavy as he descended the stairs, each step a poignant echo of his heart's reluctant farewell. Zhanghao descended the stairs.

Hanbin's gaze remained fixed on Zhanghao's retreating figure, his heart heavy with the weight of their final moments together on that stage. As he watched his best friend walk down the stairs, his lips trembled into a faint, bittersweet smile, a facade that concealed the waves of sorrow crashing within him. His eyes held a myriad of emotions, a testament to the depth of their shared history, the countless hours of practice, and the unbreakable bond they had forged. Yet beneath that smile, his composure faltered, his facade crumbling like sandcastle against the tide.

"I remember the first time we stepped onto stage, the excitement, the uncertainty that lay ahead with ‘In Bloom’," Hanbin's voice quivered, every word a thread that wove together their shared narrative. He cleared his throat, his smile wavering as the memories flooded his mind. "We've laughed together, cried together, and grown together as a family." His voice cracked, and he wiped away the first tear that had escaped his eye, the emotional dam finally giving way.

As the tears streamed down his cheeks, Hanbin's shoulders shook with the weight of his grief. "Zhanghao…" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, a poignant contrast to his earlier smile. He closed his eyes for a moment, summoning the strength to continue, the memories of their journey playing before him like a montage. "We faced challenges, celebrated victories, and shared dreams that became reality," he continued, his voice a steady stream of sentiment.

With a shuddering breath, Hanbin's gaze lifted from the spot where Zhanghao had disappeared, his eyes connecting with the faces of the fans who had supported them tirelessly. "This stage has been our canvas, our sanctuary to pour our hearts into the music we created together," he said, the catch in his voice revealing the depths of his sorrow. "But as one chapter ends, another begins, and I hope you'll carry the essence of what we've shared into your own stories."

Hanbin took a moment to steady himself, his gaze sweeping over the crowd once more, his tears a testament to the rawness of his emotions. "To my fellow members, my family," he said, his voice gaining strength and resonance, "you've shown me the true meaning of unity, of resilience. You've proven that when hearts beat as one, we can create magic that transcends the stage."

His voice quivered with a mixture of gratitude and reverence as he added, "And to you, Zerose, you've been the guiding light that fueled our dreams. Your unwavering support has given us strength to overcome every hurdle." His smile was wistful now, etched with the love he held for their fandom. "You've turned our music into an anthem of shared emotions, a symphony that will echo in our hearts for eternity."

Hanbin's voice grew soft, his gaze distant as he spoke, "As the leader of ZB1, my heart swells with pride at what we've achieved together. The bonds we've formed, the memories we've etched into time – they're irreplaceable." His voice quivered, and he took a deep breath, steadying himself as he looked out at the audience with a gaze that held the weight of their shared journey.

With that, Hanbin's resolve finally crumbled, his shoulders slumping as he allowed his grief to surface fully. He brought his hand to his face, wiping away tears as he offered a wavering smile to the audience, his heart laid bare in his vulnerability. "Thank you for giving us a lifetime of memories in these few precious years."

With a heavy sigh, Hanbin turned away from the microphone, his steps unsteady as he made his way down the stairs. Each step was a surrender to the weight of their parting, a poignant testament to the mark ZB1 had left on his heart. As the cries of the fans mingled with his own sobs, Hanbin paused for a moment, casting one last glance at the stage that had been their home. And then, with a heavy heart, he smiled, closed his eyes, and listened. He opened his eyes and waved, then let out a final bow. Then, disappeared from view, the echoes of their music lingering in the air like a final, poignant melody.

As the last member of ZB1 descended the stairs and disappeared from view, a heavy hush fell over the stadium. The once vibrant atmosphere was now tinged with a profound sense of loss, the absence of their voices and music leaving an echoing void in the air. The confetti that had rained down during their final song seemed frozen in time, suspended in midair as if holding onto the remnants of their performance.

The blue lights that once bathed the stage in a warm glow began to dim, casting shadows that seemed to dance in the corners of the room. The silence was palpable, punctuated only by the sound of soft sobs echoing through the arena. Zerose, the dedicated fans who had been with ZB1 since the beginning, clung to each other, their tears flowing freely as they grappled with the reality that their journey with the group had reached its bittersweet end.

The stadium, once alive with energy and excitement, now held a solemn air as the memories of ZB1's music and performances lingered in the hearts of everyone present. The seats that had been filled with cheers and applause were now occupied by stillness, as if the very walls of the arena were absorbing the collective grief of those who had been touched by the group's music.

Outside the stadium, the night sky seemed to mirror the emotions within. Stars twinkled overhead, casting a gentle light that added a touch of ethereal beauty to the scene. It was a moment frozen in time, a poignant reminder that even as chapters come to a close, the memories created within those pages continue to live on.

And so, in the aftermath of the final moments, the stadium sat in quiet reverence, the confetti and lights a testament to the magic that had unfolded there. Zerose clung to each other, their sobs mingling with the echoes of a journey that had left an indelible mark on their lives. The room was filled with a deep sense of longing, a symphony of sorrow that spoke to the profound connection that had been formed between ZB1 and their devoted fans.

Chapter Text

Days of training turned into nights as Hanbin immersed himself in his music, honing his skills, and experimenting with different genres. He would spend countless hours in the studio, writing lyrics that poured straight from his heart. He sang about love, pain, and the bittersweet memories he had. No matter how much he would attempt to try to tune out the memories of members, they would always appear on his paper. Every word would connect to a memory that made him reminisce about the past. Through his music, he found solace, as if it were a therapy that healed his soul.

Recording sessions were particularly emotional for Hanbin. As he sang the songs he wrote, he couldn't help but recall the moments he shared with his former members. Looking through the recording studio glass, he was used to seeing his members giggling or hyping him up. He was used to the silly jokes about voice cracks, or missed beats. He would feel defeated. Breaks were mandatory for him, unless the staff was okay with him occasionally crying. During these breaks you would find him in the lobby, on his phone, in his camera roll. His camera roll, a treasure trove of memories, was both a source of comfort and pain. He would often scroll through the old pictures, tears welling up in his eyes as he relived the laughter, tears, and camaraderie they once shared.

Among those pictures, the ones with Zhang Hao struck the deepest chord in Hanbin's heart. His best friend, his soulmate, was now a distant memory. The bond they had was unbreakable, yet they were walking separate paths. The ache of their separation intensified each time Hanbin stumbled upon their pictures together.

One evening, after an intense dance practice, Hanbin found himself alone in the studio. The music played softly in the background, echoing the emotions swirling inside him. He felt an overwhelming urge to call Zhang Hao, just to hear his voice and feel that connection once more. As he reached for his phone and opened Zhang Hao's contact, his dance instructor walked in, breaking his reverie. "Hanbin, you're doing great. But we need to keep practicing. Focus on the steps," the instructor said.

Hanbin reluctantly put his phone away, hiding the tears that threatened to escape. He knew he couldn't let his emotions get in the way of his dreams. Becoming a solo artist was his path now, and he had to give it his all.

But late at night, in the solitude of his room, Hanbin would sometimes indulge in his emotions. He would replay old voice messages from Zhang Hao, listening to the sound of his laughter, trying to hold onto the memories of their time together. It was both a source of comfort and torment, a reminder of a past he cherished but could no longer have.

As time passed, Hanbin's solo career took flight. He released his first album, capturing the hearts of fans with his soulful voice and heartfelt lyrics. The pain of losing "Zerobaseone" and being apart from Zhang Hao never fully faded, but it was channeled into his music, making it all the more powerful.

Despite the success, Hanbin couldn't shake off the longing for his former group members and, most of all, Zhang Hao. He yearned for the days when they were all together, supporting each other, and sharing dreams under the same spotlight.
And so, Hanbin's journey continued, navigating the highs and lows of a solo artist. He poured his heart into his music, connecting with fans who found solace in his songs. Though fate had taken them on different paths, the echoes of their past would always resonate in Hanbin's heart, reminding him of the precious moments they shared.

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8 months after disbandment:

It had officially been 8 months since the group disbanded, and the members had gone their separate ways. Former member, Sung Hanbin, now a solo artist, had achieved great success with his music, but his heart still longed for the days when he was part of a group, especially for the one person who understood him like no other - Zhang Hao.

The day of the long awaited award ceremony had finally arrived and it was happening tomorrow. Hanbin couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The prestigious event was an opportunity to celebrate his now solo success, but it also meant facing his old group members and the person who had always been his closest friend, Zhang Hao. The thought of seeing them again after all this time filled him with both joy and anxiety.

Throughout his time with zb1, Hanbin had always been the heart and soul of the group. His warm and caring nature endeared him to the other members, and he was often the one they turned to in times of need. He would lend a listening ear, offer comfort, and be the cheerleader they needed during tough times.

But now, as he reflected on the past and the months that had passed since their disbandment, Hanbin couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. He knew he was unable to reach out to his former members, but they didn't know that. He feared they might think he had abandoned them, and the thought of them being angry or hurt because of him weighed heavily on his heart.

Deep down, Hanbin knew that circumstances beyond his control had kept him from reaching out. The restrictions imposed by their management company prevented him from contacting his old friends openly. He wanted to share his struggles, his joys, and his successes with them, just as they had done in the past. But the walls that separated them were too high, and it pained him to think that they might believe he had forgotten about them.

"I should have found a way to let them know I care," Hanbin whispered to himself, the remorse evident in his voice. "I should have let them know that even though we're apart, they're still important to me."

He knew that life moved on, and they were all pursuing their dreams, but the guilt of not being there for them as a friend during these years gnawed at him. Hanbin wished he could turn back time, rewrite the narrative, and find a way to be the support they deserved.

Hanbin laid in bed, and closed his eyes.

NEXT MORNING:

As he lay in bed the next morning, his thoughts immediately awoke to his old friends. He hoped they would be happy to see him. They were the only thing taking up Hanbin's mind lately.

"I hope they don't hate me for not reaching out," Hanbin whispered. "I hope they know how much I miss them and how much they mean to me."

With a heavy heart, Hanbin drifted off back to sleep, hoping that today fate would bring them back together, even if it's just for a moment, to share the love and friendship that had once bound them as members. Until then, he held on to the cherished memories of their time together, and the hope that they would find their way back to each other.

After some time, he managed to get a hold of himself, and he got out of bed. He quickly went to his car, and his manager drove him to his makeup studio to get ready. In his dressing room, Hanbin stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his outfit. The tailored suit fit him perfectly, but he couldn't help but fidget with the tie, the nerves gnawing at him. His heart raced, knowing that once he stepped onto the red carpet, photographers would be capturing his every move.He stared at his reflection.

Taking a deep breath, Hanbin stepped out of the dressing room and got into his car, to finally make his well anticipated arrival to the ceremony. In the blink of an eye, he was onto the red carpet. The flashing lights from the cameras blinded him momentarily, but he forced himself to smile and wave for the photographers. In the midst of the flurry of activity, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his past on his shoulders.

As he walked along the red carpet, the echoes of the old days resurfaced. The laughter, the inside jokes, and the support they had for each other seemed to surround him. For a moment, he paused, lost in his thoughts, in front of the paparazzi. The cameras continued to flash, capturing a candid moment of a solo artist reminiscing about the group that once defined his world.

His manager noticed the pause and walked up to him, concern etched on his face. "Hanbin, are you okay?"

Hanbin took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I'm fine, just a bit nervous."

His manager gave him an understanding nod. "It's understandable. But remember, tonight is about celebrating your success as a solo artist. You've worked hard for this."

As Hanbin continued down the red carpet, his heart still felt heavy. He knew his manager was right, but he couldn't shake off the apprehension he felt about seeing the boys.

Amidst the chaos of the red carpet, a reporter approached him, microphone in hand, their smile warm yet probing. Hanbin recognized them from previous interviews and braced himself for what was to come.

"Hanbin, it's great to see you here tonight. Your solo career has been flourishing, and fans are excited to see you back on the scene. Can you tell us how you've been handling the transition from group activities to being a solo artist?"

Hanbin nodded, offering a grateful smile. "Thank you for your kind words. It's definitely been a new journey, one that I've embraced wholeheartedly. I've been focusing on my music and giving my best to my fans."

The reporter's gaze intensified, and Hanbin sensed the question coming, the one he had hoped to avoid in the midst of this celebratory event.

"As we celebrate your solo success tonight, fans have been curious about your relationships with your former 'Zerobaseone' members. Can you share if you're still in touch with them? Particularly with Zhang Hao, who was known to be your best friend?"

Hanbin's heart skipped a beat. The mention of Zhang Hao's name felt like a dagger to his chest, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions he had tried so hard to suppress. He looked out at the sea of cameras and flashing lights, feeling like the world was watching, waiting for his response.

"I... well, 'Zerobaseone' was a significant part of my life, and the bond we shared will always hold a special place in my heart," Hanbin began, his voice steady but his heart racing.

"But are you still in touch with them, Hanbin?" the reporter pressed, their eyes unwavering.

Hanbin's mind raced, torn between his desire to be honest and the constraints that bound him. He felt a lump forming in his throat, the weight of unspoken words and emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He glanced briefly at the cameras, at the crowd around him, and then back at the reporter.

"I... I have a lot of respect and love for my former members. We've all been on our individual paths, and sometimes life takes us in different directions. But their influence on my journey is something I carry with me."

The reporter nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. But Hanbin knew he hadn't fully addressed the question, hadn't revealed the ache he felt at not being able to openly reach out to them, especially Zhang Hao. He wished he could express the longing, the guilt, and the love he held for his friends, but the circumstances and the scrutiny of the media silenced him.

As the interview continued, Hanbin found himself grappling with a sea of emotions. He wished he could tell the truth, let the world know how much he missed them, and how much he wanted to reconnect. But for now, he had to navigate the delicate balance between his personal feelings and the expectations of the industry, all while keeping the memories close to his heart.

As he finally entered the venue, he spotted familiar faces - other artists, industry professionals. Bowing to the members of the other groups with a smile, Hanbin exchanged pleasantries, trying to mask the emotions swirling within him.

The awards show was a grand event, full of glitz and glamor. As the awards ceremony began, Hanbin found himself sitting in the audience, watching the performances unfold on stage. The energy was electric, the music resonating through the venue, and the crowd's cheers filling the air. He had just watched Gunwook, Mathew, Taerae, and their new group captivate the audience with their dynamic performance. Performing their new album's title track, Eternal Harmony. The song consisted of rap, vocals, and some of the best dancing Hanbin had seen in a while. Tears glazed over his eyes. He knew he wouldn’t come across Jiwoong, who was an actor now.

But now, a hush fell over the audience as the spotlight began to shift. Stepping onto the stage, Zhang Hao's heart swelled with a potent mixture of excitement and joy. The spotlight, the music, the energy of the crowd – these were the elements that fueled his passion for performing. The rush he felt as the opening notes filled the air was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but let a genuine smile grace his lips.

Beside him, Ricky, Yujin, and Gyuvin radiated a shared enthusiasm. Their camaraderie was evident in the synchronized moves and the way their voices harmonized. Zhang Hao's love for his new group members only grew stronger in moments like these, when they came together as a unit to create something magical.

As the song unfolded, he let himself get lost in the music. Each note he sang, each step he took, it was an expression of the emotions that had been building within him. And then, there it was – the line that carried a weight he hadn't anticipated.

"You and I were meant to be. But, fate set us both free. I'll find you again. I'll find you."

As the words left his lips, his gaze unconsciously shifted toward the audience. And then, his eyes locked unknowingly onto a figure that held a special place in his heart – Hanbin. The intensity of the eye contact was a jolt to his system, momentarily stealing his focus and leaving him breathless.

Zhang Hao's emotions churned within him. He wanted to smile, to convey how much the moment meant to him. But at the same time, tears threatened to well up in his eyes. It wasn't sadness; it was the overwhelming rush of feelings that came with the realization of how far they had come and the journey that lay ahead.

As he continued the performance, his heart raced from the connection he had shared with Hanbin. The music, the dancing, everything around him seemed to blur. He felt an unwanted lump forming in his throat, a bittersweet ache that was both beautiful and poignant. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, to shout his emotions to the world.

The song eventually reached its conclusion, met with a thunderous applause from the audience. The members congratulated each other, but Zhang Hao couldn't shake off the intensity of the moment he had shared with Hanbin. He wiped away a tear that had escaped his eye, a testament to the depth of their connection and the power of the music to stir his soul. In that moment, he was reminded once again of his love for performing, for the energy of the stage, and for the bond he shared with his new group members. But, it also reminded him of the loss of his once family.

Hanbin's heart had clenched as Zhanghao started and ended his song. His voice was as captivating as ever, carrying emotions that resonated deep within Hanbin's soul. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the melody wash over him, allowing the memories of their time together to flood back.

His gaze had been fixed on Zhang Hao. He couldn't help but think that he looked absolutely gorgeous under the stage lights, his charisma and talent shining through every movement. The way he interacted with Ricky, Yujin, and Gyuvin on stage, the chemistry they shared, it was a reminder of the bond they had as a group.

Hanbin felt a mix of emotions - pride, admiration, and a twinge of sadness. He missed being up there with them, performing as a unit, sharing the stage and their dreams. But he also knew that this was their moment, their chance to shine as a new group, and he genuinely wanted them to succeed.

As the song came to an end, the audience erupted in applause, and Hanbin joined in, his heart filled with a sense of pride for Zhang Hao and his members.
As he watched them take their bows and exit the stage, Hanbin couldn't help but smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of happiness and nostalgia. He wished he could reach out to Zhang Hao, tell him how incredible he looked and how proud he was of him. But for now, he settled for the silent applause in his heart, a testament to the lasting impact their friendship and shared dreams had left on his soul.

As the night progressed, Hanbin couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed to talk to Zhang Hao. As the awards show drew to a close, Hanbin made up his mind to find him.

He decided to wait patiently backstage, hoping for an opportunity to speak with his friend. Finally, when the backstage crowd had thinned, he saw Zhang Hao walking towards him, his eyes widening with surprise and joy.

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"Hanbin! I can't believe you're here! You look amazing!" Zhang Hao exclaimed, embracing his old friend tightly.

"You look incredible too, Zhang Hao. Congratulations on all your success," Hanbin replied, trying to hide the melancholy in his voice.

Zhang Hao looked at him intently, sensing that something was amiss. "Hanbinie, is everything okay? You seem a bit off."

"I... I've missed you, Hao," Hanbin confessed, his voice barely above a whisper forcing a smile.

Zhang Hao smiled warmly, understanding the pain in Hanbin's heart. "I missed you too, Hanbin. We haven’t talked in months. I felt like you abandoned me. I know you didn’t mean to.” Hao smiled at Hanbin, but it was very obvious to the others that it was a fraudulent look. He knew he had hurt his hyung.

“I'm so sorry Hao. I’ve been wanting to text you or call you so fucking bad, but the company….they….they didn’t let me. They had your messages blocked aswell as gyuvins, gunwooks, and taeraes too. I could only text the other and my family. They wanted me to focus on my career. I’ve just missed you so fucking much.” Tears welled up in Hanbin's eyes as he nodded, feeling the weight of their shared history. "I'm happy for you, Hao. I really am. But I can't help but wish we were still always together."

Zhang Hao wiped away a tear from Hanbin's cheek and brushed his hand down his arm, and ended up hand in hand. Hanbin couldn’t dare look up, and rather put his free hand to hold the top of Haos, which was holding his.

Zhang hao smiled. "I forgive you. I forgive you 10000 times. Its not your fault. It really isn't. I love you. We may not be in the same group anymore, but our bond will never break. We'll always have the memories and the love we shared. And who knows? Maybe our paths will cross again someday." Hao knew it wasn't Hanbins fault. He knew. And he felt bad that Hanbin thought it was.

Hanbin smiled through his tears, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. "Thank you, Hao. For everything. Thank you."

As the night drew to a close, Hanbin and Zhang Hao exchanged heartfelt goodbyes. They knew that this might be just a fleeting moment, but their bond was eternal. Life had taken them on separate journeys, but the love and connection they shared would never fade away.

And so, with the awards show coming to an end, Hanbin and Zhang Hao parted ways once more, each carrying a piece of the other's heart. The future was uncertain, but their friendship remained an unbreakable thread that tied their souls together. As they walked away, they couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. But for now, they held onto the hope that fate would bring them back together again. They had a brief moment to catch up amidst the chaos, but it left them wanting more. As the days turned into weeks, they couldn't shake off the feeling of longing to spend more time together.

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Hanbin's solo career was soaring to new heights, but the success felt bittersweet without his best friend by his side. He released hit after hit, and each time he achieved a new milestone, he wished he could share the joy with Zhang Hao. But distance and busy schedules seemed to stand in the way of their reunion.

On the other hand, Zhang Hao's group, "Vibrance," was also making waves in the industry. They were gaining popularity and recognition, and the bond among the members seemed to grow stronger with every performance.

One evening, as Hanbin was sitting alone in his studio, working on a new song, he received a surprise phone call. It was Zhang Hao. Excitement bubbled up within Hanbin as he answered the call.

"Hanbin! Hey, it's been too long," Zhang Hao's voice echoed through the phone.

"Yeah, it really has. How have you been, Hao?" Hanbin replied, trying to sound casual despite the emotions he felt.

"I've been good, busy with promotions and all. But you know what? I miss you," Zhang Hao confessed, his voice soft and genuine.

"I miss you too, Hao. It's just not the same without you," Hanbin replied, feeling a sense of relief knowing that Zhang Hao felt the same way.

"Listen, I know our schedules are crazy, but how about we plan a get-together? Just the two of us, like old times," Zhang Hao suggested.

Hanbin's heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending time with his best friend again. "That sounds amazing. Let's do it. When and where?"

They decided to meet at their favorite café, the place where they used to hang out during their trainee days, nurturing their dreams together. They had planned for it to be the next time both of their schedules were open. Which would be in 2 days. They both had their days off.

As Zhanghao hung up the phone, a grin curved his lips. He had managed to convince his manager to reach out to Hanbin's manager and get the communication lines open again. It was a small victory, but it meant the world to him. The prospect of reconnecting with Hanbin had lifted his spirits, and the weight of their conversation earlier felt like a promise of deeper moments to come.

Across town, Hanbin stood by the window, his phone still warm from the call. A sense of anticipation tingled in his veins as he looked out at the city lights. He couldn't believe they were finally going to meet up properly, beyond the fleeting moments they had stolen during busy schedules. It was a chance to talk, to share, to catch up on all that had transpired since their paths had diverged. The thought brought a genuine smile to his lips as he imagined the hours they were going to spend together.

And as the minutes ticked by, each of them carried the excitement of the impending meeting, unaware of how this simple decision to reconnect would lead to a cascade of emotions and the rekindling of a friendship that had always held a special place in their hearts.

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The day finally came, and Hanbin found himself waiting eagerly for Zhang Hao, just like old times. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation greeted Hanbin as he entered the cozy cafe. His heart raced with anticipation, and he quickly scanned the room until his gaze settled on a figure seated by the window. Zhanghao looked up from the menu he was perusing, his eyes meeting Hanbin's with a warmth that spread through the room.

Hanbin's lips curved into a genuine smile, a mixture of relief and excitement washing over him. He made his way toward the table, the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. As he approached, Zhanghao's smile mirrored his own, their connection seeming to transcend the passage of time.

"Hey," Hanbin greeted softly, his voice carrying a sense of familiarity and affection.

"Hey," Zhanghao responded, his eyes lighting up as they locked onto Hanbin's. The air seemed to crackle with an unspoken understanding, as if their shared history had created an invisible thread that bound them together.

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Taking the seat across from Zhanghao, Hanbin's gaze softened as he took in the details he had missed during their time apart. The way Zhanghao's hair fell just so, the curve of his lips, every nuance felt like a rediscovery of a long-lost treasure.

"So, tell me, Mr. Solo Artist, what's it like being a one-man show?" Zhanghao's voice was tinged with a playful sarcasm that drew a chuckle from Hanbin.

Hanbin raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, you know, just me, my thoughts, and a microphone. It's like having a free therapy session with a beat."

Zhanghao laughed, the sound filling the air with a warmth that was infectious. "Well, at least you won't have to argue with anyone about song choices anymore."

Hanbin nodded, a fond expression on his face. "True, but I do miss the debates and the creative clashes. It's not the same when I'm the only one making decisions."

Zhanghao's eyes softened, the playfulness giving way to a more sincere tone. "You were always the heart of our group, Hanbin. Your passion and dedication held us together."

Hanbin's gaze met Zhanghao, a mixture of gratitude and emotion in his eyes. "And you were the glue that kept us laughing through the tough times. I can't count how many times your humor got us through those late-night rehearsals."

Zhanghao shrugged, a shy smile on his lips. "Hey, someone had to keep the mood light. Otherwise, we'd all be practicing with scowls on our faces."

The coffee cups sat between them, now half-empty, as the conversation continued to flow. Zhanghao leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirked at Hanbin.

Their laughter echoed in the cafe, a reminder of the camaraderie they had shared. As the conversation shifted, Hanbin's voice grew softer, his concern evident.

"But seriously, how have you been holding up?" Hanbin's tone was caring, his eyes searching Zhanghao's face for any signs of weariness.

Zhanghao leaned forward, his expression earnest. "It's been a journey, Hanbin. Ups and downs, just like life. But having friends like you – even if we were separated for a while – makes it all worth it."

A moment of silence formed between the two, until Hanbin quickly broke it.

"Do you remember that day during Boys Planet?" Hanbin's voice was soft, carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Zhanghao's brow furrowed, his eyes searching Hanbin's face. "The laundry room," he nodded, a hint of recognition in his eyes.

Hanbin's lips curved into a rueful smile. "I thought I was being sneaky, finding a corner to hide and let out my emotions. And then you walked in, and I thought I was caught."

Zhanghao chuckled, his tone gentle. "I remember. You were trying to hide those tears, but it was kind of hard to miss."

Hanbin nodded, his gaze distant for a moment. "You hugged me and told me it was going to be okay, Hao. You comforted me, and I realized at that moment that you were the only one who had ever done that for me. I was always the one doing that for others."

Zhanghao's expression softened, his eyes locked onto Hanbin's. "It was just what friends do, Hanbin."

Hanbin's gaze didn't waver, his words carrying a weight of sincerity. "You say that, but that day changed something for me. I started to see things differently, to appreciate the people who stood by me."

Zhanghao's playful demeanor shifted, replaced by a genuine earnestness. "You've always been the one who holds us together, Hanbin. Your strength, your determination – it's what makes you who you are."

Hanbin's gaze held a mixture of emotions, his voice unwavering. "And you, Zhanghao. You've been a constant, a friend who's always been there, even when I didn't know I needed someone. You're one of a kind."

Zhanghao's lips curled into a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of their connection. "You're not so bad yourself, you know. You've always known how to make you laugh, even in the darkest of times."

Hanbin's smile was tender, his gaze unwavering. "I've never told anyone this, but... I've never loved and appreciated someone as much as I do you."

Zhanghao's eyes held a warmth that matched Hanbin's sentiment, his voice genuine and sincere. "I feel the same, Bin. You're not just a friend – you're my person."

The moment hung in the air, their words carrying a depth that went beyond simple friendship. The cafe seemed to hold its breath, the outside world fading away as their connection took center stage.

Their conversation shifted, the atmosphere between them growing even more intimate. They talked about dreams, about the future, about the uncertainties that lay ahead. It was a moment of vulnerability and truth, a reminder that their bond had only grown stronger over time.

A comfortable silence settled between them, the unspoken connection speaking volumes.

Hanbin found himself captivated by the way the soft lighting played off Zhanghao's features. His gaze lingered on Zhanghao's expressive eyes, which held a depth that seemed to reach into his soul. He couldn't help but notice the subtle curve of Zhanghao's lips, the endearing mole under his eye that he had always found adorable. There was a warmth in his chest, a sensation he couldn't quite put into words.

Across the table, Zhanghao's gaze was similarly fixed on Hanbin. He admired the way Hanbin's eyelashes cast delicate shadows against his cheeks, the way his smile seemed to radiate a genuine kindness that could soothe even the most troubled hearts. There was something about Hanbin that had always drawn him in, a magnetic pull that had only grown stronger over time.

As their eyes held each other's gaze, a soft smile tugged at the corners of Zhanghao's lips. He couldn't quite explain the mixture of emotions that swelled within him – a deep appreciation for the person before him, a feeling of closeness that transcended words.

Hanbin's heartbeat quickened ever so slightly, a flutter in his chest that he couldn't quite decipher. His eyes traced the contours of Zhanghao's face, and for a fleeting moment, he felt a sensation that was both exhilarating and unfamiliar. It was as if something within him had shifted, a realization he hadn't yet put into words.

Unaware of the turmoil within Hanbin, Zhanghao's smile grew warmer, his eyes reflecting the fondness he felt. Their unspoken connection was a testament to the depth of their friendship, a bond that had weathered countless storms.

Little did Hanbin know that in that unassuming cafe, a subtle shift had occurred within him. A feeling that he couldn't quite put into words, a realization that his heart was undergoing changes he hadn't yet fully grasped. But for now, they sat across from each other, two friends who had shared laughter, stories, and a connection that was as unbreakable as the dawn of a new day.

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HANBIN AFTER:

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the city, Hanbin strolled along the Han river's promenade, lost in thought. The events of the day replayed in his mind, but it was his meeting with Zhanghao that dominated his thoughts. A smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the way Zhanghao's familiar laughter had filled the air, as if time hadn't passed at all.

"Seriously, some things never change," Hanbin mused aloud to himself, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and fondness. Zhanghao's playful personality had endured the test of time, much to Hanbin's delight. It was refreshing to be around someone who could effortlessly lighten the atmosphere.

He leaned against the railing, gazing out at the tranquil water. "And his sense of humor… still as ridiculous as ever," he chuckled, remembering the way they had shared inside jokes that no one else would understand.

But it wasn't just Zhanghao's humor that had remained unchanged. As Hanbin's thoughts turned more introspective, he couldn't help but admire the pureness of Zhanghao's soul. It was a quality that had drawn him in from the beginning, and even now, it shone through in every word and gesture.

Hanbin's steps faltered as a peculiar feeling washed over him. He frowned, his brows knitting together in thought. What was this sensation, this gentle fluttering that seemed to stir within him whenever he thought about Zhanghao? He shook his head, dismissing the notion as he continued his walk, attributing it to the warmth of their rekindled friendship.

As Hanbin's footsteps echoed against the pathway, his thoughts continued to swirl around Zhanghao. The image of Zhanghao's outfit remained vivid in his mind – the white shirt contrasting with the soft blue cardigan. He couldn't help but find it endearing, a testament to Zhanghao's individuality.

"And that hair," Hanbin murmured to himself, his smile growing as he remembered the small sprout-like tuft that crowned Zhanghao's head. It was such a unique touch, something that only Zhanghao could pull off with such effortless charm.

His thoughts then shifted to the way Zhanghao had spoken, his accent taking on a musical quality that had always captivated Hanbin. "His Korean has gotten so good," Hanbin mused aloud, a hint of pride mingling with the admiration in his voice. He had noticed how Zhanghao's language skills had improved over the years, becoming almost flawless. It was a testament to Zhanghao's determination and his passion for making the most out of every opportunity.

However, amidst the fond memories and appreciation, a tinge of sadness crept in. Hanbin's heart weighed heavily as he realized that he wasn't there to witness the milestones in Zhanghao's life, to be the one by his side through all the challenges and triumphs. The thought tugged at his emotions, a poignant reminder of the choices they had both made, the paths they had followed.

"I wish I could be there," Hanbin whispered to the night breeze, his voice carrying a quiet longing. He wished he could be there to see Zhanghao's growth, to support him as he faced the world. But life had taken them on separate journeys, and even as they reconnected, the reality of their different paths was ever-present.

The lights of the cityscape danced in Hanbin's gaze, mirroring the mix of emotions that swirled within him. Despite the pang of sadness, there was a bittersweet beauty in the memories they had shared and the moments they were creating anew. And as he continued his walk, the weight of his thoughts mingling with the gentle night air, Hanbin couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected reconnection that had brought Zhanghao back into his life.

ZHANG HAO AFTER:

Walking along the bustling streets of Seoul, Zhanghao's mind was a museum of emotions. The memory of his meeting with Hanbin lingered, the image of Hanbin's smile etched into his thoughts like a cherished photograph. Even in the midst of the city's hustle and bustle, Hanbin's warm smile seemed to shine through, lighting up the corners of his mind.

As he navigated through the crowds, Zhanghao couldn't help but marvel at the familiarity of that smile. It was still as beautiful, as comforting as ever. And those eyelashes – the ones that fluttered over Hanbin's sparkling eyes – they remained as captivating as they had always been.

The memory of their conversation replayed in his mind, and a soft chuckle escaped him. "Your still the little hamster you’ve always been," he murmured to himself, a mixture of fondness and amusement in his tone. Time might have passed, but some things remained untouched, preserving the essence of their connection.

Thinking about Hanbin's journey as a solo artist, Zhanghao's heart swelled with pride. "You've come so far," he mused aloud, his voice a mixture of admiration and genuine happiness. He meant every word he had spoken, and the sense of accomplishment Hanbin radiated was undeniable.

However, as his thoughts circled back to the gaps in his group members communication with Hanbin, a shadow of frustration crossed Zhanghao's features. "Blocking the boys numbers... That was unnecessary," he muttered under his breath, a touch of irritation coloring his words. The interference had only fueled his determination to reconnect, to rebuild what had been momentarily disrupted.

Amidst the city's energy, the image of Hanbin in his jean jacket and white shirt flashed through his mind. Zhanghao's lips curled into a small smile, and he couldn't help but think, "I wish I could still steal your clothes." The simple outfit had suited Hanbin in a way that was both effortlessly charming and uniquely him.

His steps grew slower as he approached his dorm, the warmth of their rekindled connection enveloping him. "You've always been a light," Zhanghao whispered to the breeze, his voice carrying a mixture of longing and contentment. The thought of Hanbin, their shared memories, and the unbreakable bond they had always shared gave him a sense of belonging that he carried with him as he stepped through the doorway

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As Hanbin finally settled back into his dorm room, his phone buzzed, indicating an incoming Facetime call from Mathew. He grinned and answered, his heart warming at the sight of his longtime friend's face on the screen.

"Hey, hyung!" Mathew greeted with a playful smirk. "How's life treating you?"

Hanbin chuckled, his love for Mathew being obvious. "Oh, you know, same old. Just promoting music, visiting my moms café, and missing you guys."

Mathew's grin grew wider. "I heard you're doing pretty well though. The fans must be going crazy for you."

Hanbin shrugged modestly. "Yeah! I'm just doing my thing."

Mathew's playful demeanor turned slightly more serious. "So, how's everything else? Have you been able to catch up with the guys?"

Hanbin's expression softened. "Well, yeah, I have. Actually, I've been hanging out with you, as you know. Sometimes Gun Wook and Taerae too"

Mathew's eyebrows lifted. "Oh, I see. So, you've been able to hang out with us but not the others?"

Hanbin nodded, a hint of guilt in his gaze. "Yeah, it's been a bit complicated."

Mathew leaned in, his voice gentle. "What about Zhanghao? Have you managed to reconnect with him too?"

Hanbin hesitated, his eyes flickering away briefly before meeting Mathew's gaze again. "Yeah, we talked. It's been... really nice."

Mathew's knowing smile grew. "Nice, huh? Sounds like a good friendship."

Hanbin's cheeks flushed slightly, and he shook his head. "Exactly. Just friends."

Just as Hanbin spoke, another face appeared in the frame, causing both him and Mathew to look surprised. "Hey, what's going on here?" Gunwook's voice chimed in.

Hanbin's eyes widened with surprise. "Gunwook!! You're here too?"

Gunwook's playful grin was evident as he leaned in next to Mathew. "Yeah, I couldn't resist joining the fun. So, we're talking about Zhanghao, huh?"

Hanbin rolled his eyes playfully, his embarrassment dissipating into amusement. "Seems like it."

Mathew smirked at Gunwook. "Well, Gunwook, what do you think? Is there more to it?"

Gunwook's grin widened. "I don't know, Hanbin. You've been all smiles since we brought up Zhanghao."

Hanbin couldn't help but chuckle, his cheeks tinged with pink. "You guys are awful."

Suddenly, Gunwook's mischievous grin turned into something a bit more serious. "Hey, speaking of catching up with people, guess who's been having secret meetings with someone?"

Hanbin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Secret meetings? Gunwook, who are you meeting?"

Mathew chimed in, his tone playful as he lightly nudged Gunwook through the screen. "Come on, spill the beans!"

Gunwook chuckled, his grin widening. "Alright, alright. Her name's Min Ji. We've been hanging out. We met while I was shopping. She's working a part time job since she's a med student. She was the cashier at a café, and just. WOW. She was funny and cute. So, of course I went back everyday to try to see her again and again. "

Mathew's eyes gleamed with mischief as he teased, "Oh, really? Thats an understatement. He missed her half the days he went, and saw her once more after it. I had to help him give her his number."

Gunwook rolled his eyes at Mathew's antics. "Yeah. It's become a thing now."

Hanbin joined in the teasing, grinning at Gunwook. "So, you've got yourself a little scandal, huh? How exciting! You’re really growing up!"

But as Gunwook's expression turned more serious, both Mathew and Hanbin sensed a shift in his demeanor. "Actually, guys, it's not just a silly scandal. I will probably need to call things off with her."

Mathew's playful demeanor instantly faded, and he exchanged a concerned look with Hanbin. "Wait, seriously? What happened?"

Gunwook's shoulders sagged, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a hint of vulnerability. "It's complicated. There are reasons beyond just not wanting the attention. I need to do what's best for both of us."

Mathew's eyes softened as he rubbed his side comfortingly through the screen. "Hey, you know we're here for you, right?"

Hanbin nodded in agreement, his expression supportive. "Absolutely. We've got your back, Gunwook."

As Gunwook let out a sigh, Hanbin's mind raced with thoughts on how to help Gunwook.

"Hey, Gunwookie, I think the best way to handle this is to address it publicly. Make sure everyone knows that you guys are just friends, nothing more. That way, the waters can clear up, and the rumors will die down."

Gunwook nodded slowly, the seriousness in his eyes reflecting his determination. "You're right, hyung. I need to have a conversation with the managers about how to address this situation."

Hanbin offered a reassuring smile. "You've got this, Gunwook. Just be honest and straightforward about it."

Gunwook's lips curved into a small smile. "Thanks, hyung. I appreciate your advice."

As their conversation came to an end, Gunwook waved to the screen. "Alright, I'll talk to you later, Hanbin. Thanks again. Miss you hyung! Love you!!"

"Take care, Gunwook!! Love you too- ANSWER MY MESSAGES!!" Hanbin yelled and chuckled at his goofy statement.

Gunwook rolled his eyes jokingly, and left the frame. Mathew's face came into view. He winked playfully at Hanbin. "Hyung, I love you!! I hope to see you soon!"

Hanbin's smile spread from ear to ear, his affection for Mathew evident in his gaze. "I love you too, Mathew! Can't wait to catch up in person."

Mathew waved before ending the Facetime call. "See you soon, hyung!"

As the call ended, Hanbin leaned back with a contented sigh. The bonds he shared with Mathew, Gunwook, and Taerae were as strong as ever, and he was reminded once again of the importance of the friendships that had carried him through every step of his journey.

Hanbin's gaze swept across his room, taking in the lush greenery of the hanging plants and the memories that adorned his walls. Posters from old dance competitions and performances stared back at him, each one proof to his dedication and passion. His eyes landed on a journal, its pages filled with stickers that Zerose, their devoted fans, had gifted him over the years at fansigns. A nostalgic smile tugged at his lips as he walked over and picked up the book, the touch of the stickers under his fingers evoking a flood of memories.

Tracing the edges of the stickers, Hanbin let his mind wander through the years of his journey. He turned the pages, feeling a mixture of pride and sentimentality as he relived the moments that had led him to where he was today. And then, he stumbled upon a polaroid, its corners slightly worn with age. In the photo, he was caught in a warm back hug from Gyuvin, the genuine happiness on both their faces radiating off the image.

Hanbin's fond smile deepened as he recalled the dynamic he shared with Gyuvin. They were more than friends; they were like brothers, constantly engaging in playful antics and sharing an unspoken bond that came from years of companionship. Hugging was a natural state between them, a simple gesture that spoke volumes of their closeness.

But as he held the polaroid in his hand, his brows furrowed in thought. Why had he never questioned why certain members' numbers were blocked while others were not? Mathew, Gunwook, and Taerae were never blocked, and now Gyuvin, Yujin, Ricky, and even Zhanghao's numbers were unblocked. Hanbin's mind raced with possibilities, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and intrigue.

"Why...?" he mumbled to himself, flipping through the pages of the journal as if searching for clues. He thought back to the time when he struggled to reach out to his fellow members, feeling a pang of guilt for not delving deeper into the situation. Had he just assumed they had chosen to block him initially?

He traced his fingers over the polaroid of him and Gyuvin, and a sense of longing tugged at his heart. He missed those moments, those connections that were like threads binding them together. And now, with his perspective shifted, he couldn't help but question why some connections had been severed while others had not.

Hanbin's phone buzzed on the table, drawing his attention away from his contemplative thoughts. He picked it up and saw a text from Taerae. As he read the words, a smile tugged at his lips. Taerae's messages were always so full of energy and excitement, and they never failed to brighten his day.

"Hey hanbin! I was in the shower, and I heard your guys conversation. Im upset I missed the call. SMH. But, we need to hang out. Like soon. Like as soon as your schedule is open. Gunwook, Taerae, and Mathew. Us. Lmk what you think!!! Bye cutie!!"

Hanbin chuckled softly and typed out a response, his fingers dancing across the screen as he replied, "Hey Taerae! Haha, sorry you missed the call. And yes, we definitely need to hang out soon! It's been too long. I'm all in for that plan. Let's make it happen! Bye, and no, you're the cutie! 😄👋"

With a satisfied smile, Hanbin hit send and set his phone down, looking forward to the prospect of reuniting with his friends and sharing moments that would once again weave their bonds tighter.

Now lying on his bed, Hanbin's mind began to replay the recent moments he had shared with Zhanghao. He could vividly recall the warmth of the cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and the way Zhanghao's laughter had echoed in the air. The memory of their heart-to-heart conversation resurfaced, the sincerity in Zhanghao's eyes as they talked about their past and their futures together.

Hanbin's thoughts drifted to the moment their fingers brushed accidentally, the shy smiles they exchanged, and the genuine connection that seemed to deepen with every word they shared. He replayed Zhanghao's playful teasing, the way they had reminisced about their time in ZB1, and the laughter that had come so effortlessly.

As he continued to relive these memories, Hanbin's eyelids grew heavy, and his breathing became slow and steady. The scenes blended together, a serene montage of moments that had become so dear to him. With a soft sigh, he surrendered to the soothing embrace of sleep, his mind carried away by the comfort of those shared experiences.

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As Zhanghao stepped into his dorm, the familiar scene greeted him – Ricky lounging on the sofa, absorbed in a series of TikTok videos, and Yujin's closed door indicating his privacy. Gyuvin, on the other hand, was stationed near the entrance, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pounced on Zhanghao with a playful grin.

"Hey there, Hao! So spill it, how was your meet-up with Hanbin?" Gyuvin's voice was laden with curiosity, his teasing tone a reflection of their close camaraderie.

Zhanghao chuckled, his own playful nature coming to life as he replied, "Oh, you know, just a casual chat over coffee. We caught up on old times and talked about life. It was really nice."

Gyuvin's eyebrows wiggled in exaggerated excitement as he leaned in, his teasing grin undeterred. "Just nice? Come on, give us the juicy details!"

Amid their friendly banter, Ricky's voice piped in from the sofa. "Yeah, spill it, Zhanghao! We're all ears here!"

Zhanghao couldn't help but laugh at his friends' antics, his heart feeling lighter in their presence. "It was good, Ricky, just catching up and reminiscing," he answered with a smile.

Gyuvin's expression turned thoughtful as he leaned against the door frame, his playful demeanor giving way to a more contemplative mood. "You know, I've been wondering, why hasn't Hanbin reached out to us lately? I mean, he used to chat with us all the time."

Zhanghao's smile faltered ever so slightly at Gyuvin's question, a hint of unease crossing his features. He hadn't shared the truth about the blocked numbers with the others, the weight of that secret pressing on him. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Well, you know how life gets busy, and things change. Maybe he's caught up in his solo endeavors."

Gyuvin nodded thoughtfully, seemingly satisfied with Zhanghao's response. "Yeah, that makes sense. But still, I miss those times when we were all in touch. It felt like a big family."

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Zhanghao's thoughts lingered on Gyuvin's question. He had become the keeper of a hidden truth, burdened by the knowledge that the connection between them had been temporarily severed. Yet, as he bantered and laughed with his friends, a sense of hope sparked within him – the hope that the bonds they once shared would prove unbreakable, no matter the challenges they faced.

Zhanghao grinned once he heard Yujin call him into his room."I'll be there in a minute, Yujin," he replied, stepping into the room and finding Yujin engrossed in a video game with strangers on the other side.

"Hey, Hao hyung, can you take over for a bit? These guys are getting on my nerves. And yes I'm on my fake account," Yujin said, sliding the headphones over to Zhanghao while he continued to play.

Zhanghao chuckled, putting the headphones on and leaning in closer to the microphone. He listened for a moment as the strangers on the other end seemed to be hurling insults and taunts at Yujin, who thought you were the best one on the team. COD is indulged with tough crowds. With a wicked grin, Zhanghao's competitive spirit took over, and he was more than ready to defend his friend.

"What's up? Oh shit, I bet your bathroom floor smells like piss with the aim you have," Zhanghao's voice dripped with biting sarcasm, his tone cutting through the virtual battlefield.

The strangers on the other end paused for a moment, seemingly taken aback by the unexpected voice. Yujin's eyes twinkled with mischief as he continued to play, watching his friend take charge of the situation.

"I hope you're better at being a dad than you are at this game, old man." Zhanghao fired back, his words laced with expletives that matched the intensity of the virtual fight.

Zhanghao's retorts were swift and unfiltered, his comebacks leaving the strangers momentarily stunned. Yujin's eyes widened as he processed the explicit language coming from his friend's mouth, his cheeks flushing with surprise and a hint of embarrassment.

"Whoa, Hao, maybe tone it down a bit?" Yujin interjected, his voice a mix of amusement and concern. He swiftly snatched the headphones back from Zhanghao, his laughter nervously blending with the virtual battleground banter.

Zhanghao's laughter mixed with the virtual chaos, his fierce spirit undeterred by the language that had just left his lips. "Alright, Yujin, enjoy taking them down. Just remember, if you need any more colorful vocabulary, I'm your guy."

With a final wink and a friendly wave, Zhanghao left Yujin's room, his laughter lingering in the air.

Zhanghao walked wearily into his room, the day's exhaustion finally catching up to him. He kicked off his shoes and flopped onto his bed.

As he lay there, his mind began to drift to the conversations he had been avoiding – the truth he hadn't yet shared with his members, and with Hanbin. The weight of it all felt heavy on his chest, each passing day making it harder to conceal his feelings and the decisions he had made.

He thought about the times he had laughed and joked with his members. He remembered the joyous moments on stage, the nights they had stayed up late practicing, and the love that had carried them through thick and thin. But beneath that surface, there was a truth that he couldn't keep hidden forever.

Zhanghao closed his eyes, his brow furrowed in contemplation. He knew that honesty was essential – not just for himself, but for the ones who had become his family. He thought of Gyuvin's infectious laughter, Ricky's unwavering support, and Yujin's playful teasing. How would they react when they learned the truth?

And then there was Hanbin – his best friend, his soulmate. The bond they shared was unique, an unbreakable connection formed through shared struggles and triumphs. Zhanghao's heart ached at the thought of revealing his feelings to Hanbin, uncertain of what it might mean for their friendship.

With a sigh, Zhanghao propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. The weight of his emotions was becoming too much to bear alone, and he knew that the time had come to open up to his members, to Hanbin. He was determined to find the right moment, the right words – to share the truth and face the uncertain path that lay ahead.

As he lay there, lost in his thoughts, the room grew quiet around him, the night embracing his contemplation. He just saw Hanbin again. He didn’t want to ruin things for a second time. He wanted to forget about the burden that lay on his shoulders. And this was until a thought hit Hao in the head. Not just hit, but slammed into his head. Where was his journal? He had started a journal since his boys planet days and has been using it since. It was gone.

Hao sat right back up lookin around his dark room eager to find his journal. He brought it with him.

So, he ran to his bag and did a quick search through, just to find it was gone. He left it at the café. He would HAVE to go tomorrow morning after dance to grab it.

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The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft orange and pink as Zhanghao joined his fellow group members at the dance studio, the air still crisp with the remnants of night. It was a 5 AM practice, a dedicated effort as they rehearsed for an upcoming variety show cover. Each movement flowed seamlessly, to show the hours they had poured into perfecting their routines. Zhanghao's passion shone in the determined glint of his eyes, a shared energy connecting the members as they danced in harmony.

As the morning practice wrapped up, the studio echoed with the sound of heavy breathing and laughter. Zhanghao wiped his brow, exchanging exhausted yet satisfied smiles with his teammates. "Great job, everyone!" he cheered, giving a playful shove to Gyuvin, who was gasping for breath. "We're going to rock that variety show!"

Gyuvin wheezed, managing a thumbs-up. "You... better... believe it..."

As they left the studio, Zhanghao's energy was going to be put fully to retrieving his journal back.

Later that morning, Zhanghao found himself back at the cafe, a sense of urgency propelling his steps. He rushed to the counter, greeted by Min Ji, who was watching TikToks on her phone. Breathless but hopeful, he addressed her with a smile, "Hey, Min Ji. Sorry to bother you. I think I left my journal here yesterday."

Min Ji looked up from her phone, a grin tugging at her lips as she recognized him. "Oh, hey! Yeah, we found your journal," she replied, reaching behind the counter to retrieve it. She handed it to him with a chuckle. "Here you go."

Zhanghao's face lit up as he cradled the journal in his hands, relief evident in his eyes. "Thank you so much! I thought I lost it for a second." He smiled warmly at Min Ji, genuinely grateful.

"No problem at all," she replied with a friendly nod. As Zhanghao clutched the journal to his chest, she couldn't help but feel a pang of bittersweet emotion, her smile taking on a slightly wistful quality.

"Thanks again. Have a great day!" Zhanghao waved as he turned to leave, excitement bubbling within him.

"You too!" Min Ji called after him, her gaze lingering on his departing figure.

Outside the cafe, Zhanghao took a deep breath of fresh air, his journal a precious treasure back in his possession. However, as he walked away, Min Ji's smile faded slightly, and she glanced down at her phone. An incoming call notification caught her eye – "incoming call: Gunwookie<3." Her lips curled into a smile as she answered, her tone cheerful as she agreed to meet up.

But as she hung up, her expression turned contemplative. She picked up her bag, ready to leave, but paused. Her mind was full of thoughts, the memory of Zhanghao hugging his journal resurfacing with a touch of sadness. She knew something others didn't. She felt beyond words guilty.

The night before:

The bustling sounds of the cafe dimmed gradually as the evening light waned, leaving the space cloaked in a soothing tranquility. Min Ji's shift had ended, but instead of heading home, she found herself back in the familiar embrace of the cafe, alone in the back room. Her textbooks and medical assignments were strewn across the table, a testament to her dedication.

As she scribbled notes and reviewed her coursework, her boss called out from the main area, "Min Ji, it's time to close up. You've been working hard on your studies, but we need to prepare for closing."

She nodded in response, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Yes, I'll be there in a moment."

Saving her progress, she reluctantly pushed away from the table, her heart yearning to soak up more knowledge yet aware of her responsibilities. She joined her coworkers in the front, assisting with the process of putting away chairs, wiping down tables, and sweeping the floors.

Amid the rhythmic routine, Min Ji's gaze fell upon an abandoned journal resting on a nearby table. She noted the simple design and reached for it, assuming a forgetful customer had left it behind. The name "Zhang Hao" was scribbled on the cover.

Curiosity piqued, she hesitated, her fingers skimming the journal's cover. A soft voice within urged her to respect the owner's privacy, yet the allure of the unknown was irresistible. She carefully opened the journal, her eyes scanning the words that lay before her.

As the contents revealed themselves, her emotions rollercoastered from one extreme to another. The words spoke of a hidden health struggle, a secret that Zhanghao had borne in silence. She felt like an intruder, privy to a confession that was never meant for her eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she read between the lines. The realization of his pain struck her, and she felt an unexplainable connection to a person she had never met. Her heart ached for his struggles, and the magnitude of his story resonated within her.

Closing the journal, Min Ji wiped away her tears, her thoughts racing. She realized the impact of this revelation, the profound secret she now held. Her mind whirled with the decision she had to make, the weight of his trust heavy upon her shoulders.

With a heavy sigh, she gathered her belongings, ready to leave the cafe that held a newfound significance. As she passed by the cashier's counter, her gaze lingered on the journal for a moment longer. The weight of the secret pressed against her, a burden she was willing to shoulder, even if it meant carrying the pain of a stranger's struggles on her shoulders.

The door closed softly behind her, leaving the cafe bathed in the soft glow of overhead lights. The night air was cool against her skin, but her thoughts were consumed by the words she had read. She walked away, determined to navigate the delicate balance of preserving the secret she now held and a silent promise to keep his truth safe.

Present time:

The crisp evening air swirled around Min Ji as she walked briskly through the quiet streets of the city. The events of the day still lingered in her mind—the journal, Zhanghao, the secret she now bore. She clutched her coat a little tighter, her heart feeling heavier with each step.

Her destination was a charming, tucked-away Italian lunch spot that had become a cherished rendezvous point for her and Gunwook. They had grown close over time, their connection deepening with shared secrets and stolen moments away from prying eyes. As she approached the dimly lit corner where the restaurant awaited, her pace quickened with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Gunwook was already there, seated at their favorite table by the window, his smile warm and welcoming. She greeted him with a soft smile of her own and slipped into the seat across from him.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of emotions.

"Hey, Min Ji," he replied, his eyes brightening as he looked at her. "You look lovely as always."

She chuckled, a blush warming her cheeks. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

As they perused the menu, their conversation flowed easily. They talked about their days, laughed at shared jokes, and reveled in the comfort of each other's company. Yet, even amidst the lighthearted banter, an undercurrent of unease lingered.

Gunwook's expression grew more serious, his gaze meeting hers with a hint of apprehension. "Min Ji, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

She set her menu down, her heart rate quickening. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. "We've been spending a lot of time together, and it's been amazing. But, lately, there's been some pressure from our agencies to keep our interactions low-profile, at least for now."

Min Ji's heart sank, the reality of their situation crashing over her like a wave. She understood the complexities of being an idol, of the image they needed to uphold, but the disappointment was hard to ignore.

"I understand," she said softly, trying to mask her disappointment.

Gunwook reached across the table to gently hold her hand, his gaze apologetic. "I hope you know this doesn't change how I feel about you. I just... I wanted to be honest with you."

She nodded, her fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I appreciate your honesty, Gunwook."

“Yeah..So this is probably going to be one of the last times we see each other. At least in public for now. I love you.” Gunwook reached across the table and grabbed MinJi’s hand.

“I love you too, Gunwookie.”

As their conversation shifted to lighter topics, Min Ji couldn't help but feel a heavy weight in her chest. He had been completely honest with her on a topic that was harsh. Her thoughts drifted to Zhanghao's journal, his secret that she now carried. The irony wasn't lost on her—she was keeping the truth about his health, and yet, here she was, grappling with her own hidden truth.

With a deep breath, she met Gunwook's gaze. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he replied, his tone gentle.

"You told me you were in a group called ZB1…I don't know much about it, but when you were in ZB1," she began cautiously, "did you know someone named Zhanghao?"

Gunwook's eyes lit up with recognition, and a fond smile curved his lips. "Yeah, Zhanghao. He was a part of the group. We were all like family back then. He's a ball of energy, that one. We haven’t been in touch lately. I really wish I could see him again."

Min Ji's heart ached at the casual way he spoke of Zhanghao, of the connection they had shared as part of a close-knit group. She bit her lip, wrestling with the weight of her knowledge, the secret she held close.

Their meal arrived, and they continued to talk. But as they ate, Min Ji's thoughts were consumed by the complexity of her situation.

She sat across from Gunwook, the man she cared for deeply, and realized that her heart was intertwined not only with him but also with the world of secrets and unspoken truths. And as she gazed at him, a sense of melancholy washed over her, a reminder that love could be both beautiful and bittersweet, a delicate dance between the known and the unknown.