#한빈 / threads

[lgchanie]

𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 —

written for 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐧 ( @lgcryan ) ♡

Hanbin is never at the top of his classes, but he isn't coasting either. He tutors underclassmen these days, mainly as a way to reinforce what he's learned his first year. It’s something he’s grown to enjoy, and it’s helped him build more confidence. So helping the younger kids with their homework for the youth center isn’t something that makes him shy.

They're just finishing up, and as the kids shift to their next activity, Hanbin spots Daewon on a mini break. A grin spreads across his face as he slides up to him. "Wonnie~ Can you believe the two of us?" Hanbin teases, his voice lighthearted. "Our homeroom teacher would've cried seeing you especially being all studious and helpful like this."

Hanbin laughs, leaning against the desk, his eyes scanning the room for a moment before drifting back to Daewon. “How do you like volunteering?”

[lgchanie]

Hanbin blinks at the question, suddenly aware of how natural it felt to speak to Rowon so casually—too naturally, maybe. He lowers his gaze, grabbing a pastry to shield him from the slight heat rising in his face.

"I—" he starts, then pauses. Rowon's smile is small but warm, framed by the soft light filtering through the café windows. The bracelet on his wrist glints faintly, catching Hanbin's eye, too, and he feels the absense of the scarf in his neck.

"I guess I just... slipped," Hanbin admits. "But you don’t seem like the type to get too hung up on titles anyway." He tilts his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Unless I’m wrong, hyung?

As for what I’ve been up to," Hanbin continues, "I joined a team at the company. It’s been a whirlwind. Long days, lots of practice. But I love it!" His eyes shine the more he speaks. "It's like… I’ve been waiting for this for so long, and now that it’s here, I want to grab onto it and never let go."

He hesitates, searching Rowon’s face for a reaction. "What about you?"

“i’ll hold you to it.” rowon reaches over to drag the plate of pastries towards him so he can split them into shared halves. while working on the raspberry danish, he muses, “i might give off the impression that i’m unaffected by things, but i do feel disappointed when my gifts aren’t appreciated.” his eyes flick up to hanbin’s bare neck. perhaps it’s too warm outside.

rowon sets the butter knife down and nudges the plate over, his hand lingering along the rim for a brief moment — just long enough for the light to catch the yellow-golden bracelet dangling from his wrist. he’d worn it specifically for this occasion.

“you’re speaking casually to me,” he says then, pulling back and folding his arms on the table. “am i no longer hyung?” it’s such a small, insignificant detail that would’ve gone over his head, had this been anyone else. “… i don’t mind.” the corners of his lips lift with lighthearted humour. “what have you been up to? i haven’t seen you around.”

[lgchanie]

𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 —

written for 𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧 ( @lgcsoji ) ♡

On a rainy day in Seoul, the city's energy subdued beneath a blanket of gray clouds, droplets cascade down like teardrops from a luxurious apartment's panoramic windows, tracing intricate patterns against the glass. His eyes keep jumping between raindrops, watching them slide down casting a wet haze over the spacious room and bed he was lying in. Amidst the pitter-patter of rain, the city's skyline blurred, so he rolled over to his side, "You know... There's a word for the smell of after rain?"

Inside the apartment, the atmosphere is one of cozy embrace, with the occasional flicker of a candle illuminating the room in a warm, amber glow. Hanbin softly grasped Sojin's hand to briefly lift theirs together in the air, comparing sizes. "Petrichor. It's old Greek, and I like to believe rain for them back then was the gods crying."

The sound of rain tapping against the windowpane created a soothing melody, and he could almost smell that earthy scent he was talking about. "I think that's one my favorite parts about rainy days, stepping outside once the sky clears, and you feel a freshness on your skin, your lips..." Searching Sojin's eyes, he tried to find the right word for how he felt about him. He crinkled his nose playfully and scooted over closer to Sojin like he was a big teddy bear. "We didn't do much unpacking today, did we, Big?"

[lgchanie]

𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 —

written for 𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧 ( @lgcsoji )

He arranges dinner at the exclusive sky suite of a bustling Michelin-starred restaurant in Seoul—only the best for Sojin. Privacy is paramount; they enter through separate doors, leave in different cars, and every staff member signs confidentiality agreements before they can even approach the table. Hanbin has pulled out all the stops. With their families becoming more intertwined, it feels like his responsibility to ensure everything goes perfectly, sparing no detail.

But as he arrives and takes in the city lights glittering below, Hanbin finds himself checking his Apple Watch for the third time, pacing the high-rise balcony like a love-struck fool. In his mind, Sojin is already late, and each passing minute stretches his nerves taut. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the nagging thought that he hasn’t done enough, that maybe he’s missed something crucial.

Finally, the faint sound of heeled shoes on marble makes him freeze, anticipation tightening his chest. And Sojin steps into view, looking the way like the man he is; for a moment.... Hanbin’s nerves melt away. He manages a grin, hoping it hides just how flustered he feels inside. “You know,” he teases softly, “I was starting to think you’d changed your mind.”

[lgchanie]

𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 —

written for 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚 ( @lgckyoka) ♡

Flipping through manhwas he picked up, Hanbin scowls, his eyes scanning the pages but not really absorbing the story. He sighs, tossing the book aside onto a growing stack of rejects. Time is so scarce these days, he can't afford to waste it on anything less than captivating.

"Are you having any luck?" Hanbin's voice breaks through the silence. He looks up from where he's slumped in the plush armchair, surrounded by bookshelves towering over them.

Kyoka's presence is a rare comfort. He hasn't seen her much lately, and the guilt gnawed at him. Browsing through books together feels like a small but meaningful way to make amends.

"It's not often I have someone to come with me," he admits, a smile tugging at his lips. Pushing himself up, he strolls over to her side, determined to make the most of this time. "Any recommendations? I could use some help finding something worthwhile."

[lgchanie]

Hanbin’s breath catches nearing the wormhole. The shimmering, golden light pulses, casting its glow across the ocean floor, hypnotic and almost welcoming. For a moment, Hanbin forgets the shadows lurking behind them, the cold pressing in on all sides. All he can see is the light—like it’s calling them forward.

But Sojin’s sudden shift in movement pulls him back. Hanbin watches as his body begins to change, and it's not long before he feels his own throat choke for air. He reaches out instinctively, hands no longer webbed, but before he can react, Sojin grabs him by the waist, propelling them both toward the wormhole with powerful strokes.

The water grows colder, heavier, like it’s trying to pull them back, but the light ahead promises something else—something unknown. He narrows his eyes and gasp for air once they're past the silky water, and into open air. That’s when he sees them: massive blades, gleaming and deadly, pointing right at them.

Hanbin doesn't have much time to regain his senses. A booming voice shatters the tension and greets them. The people of this underwater city tower over them, it's like something out of a fever dream—or a nightmare.

Hanbin glances at Sojin, and for a split second, their eyes meet.

But there’s no time to process. Hanbin hauls himself out of the water, and the shift is disorienting. Everything feels too perfect, too otherworldly, like they’ve stepped into a place they shouldn’t be in. He shoots a quick glance back at Sojin, noting the same tension in his eyes... Neither of them expected this.

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After what felt like an eternity, they reach a mesmerizing sight of a shimmering wormhole, it's golden light pulsating like a heartbeat against the deep blue hues of the ocean. He pauses, momentarily entranced, it was a dazzling radiance along the ocean floor

Cautiously, he extends his hand toward the wormhole, the shimmering surface responding like liquid silk, sending ripples of sensation through his fingertips. A soft, inviting breeze envelops him. But as he glances down, a chill of dread runs through him—his hands and feet are starting to morph back into their human form. The gills along his neck, once expelling water like a fish’s, seal up, leaving him gasping for air.

Adrenaline builts up in him and he quickly grabs Hanbin by the waist and propels them toward the wormhole, each stroke a desperate attempt to come up to the surface. He opens his eyes wide against the swirling currents, and is met with a shocking sight—towering blades, sharp and menacing, point directly at them, gleaming ominously in the strange light.

“Quickly, out of the water!” a booming voice thunders, resonating with an authority that sends ripples of fear through him. The voice emanates from an enormous figure—what appears to be a sixteen-foot-tall tree, in fact - they were human adorned with armor glimmering like gold. The guard stands firm, a soldier of this submerged realm, its massive limbs formidable and imposing.

Sojin hesitates, slowly emerging from the water, his heart racing as he takes in the breathtaking underwater city sprawling around him. Towers made of coral and bioluminescent structures rise majestically, casting ethereal glows in hues of violet and turquoise. Schools of fish dart through the air like living jewels, weaving in and out of sight, yet all he can focus on is the overwhelming strangeness of this underwater city.

He finally fully steps out, he nervously peers back at Hanbin, wondering, 'What in the seven hells did they get themselves into?' The uncertainty gnaws at him at this surreal atmosphere.

[lgchanie]

𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 —

written for 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 ( @seyoonlgc ) ♡

It’s a celebration! Hanbin eagerly invites Seyoon over to his older brother’s penthouse in Mapo district for a special home-cooked meal to celebrate Seyoon making it to fall boys. And by home-cooked meal, Hanbin means he'll hire a private chef to take care of the meal.

That way, the two of them could relax in the living room, eat, play video games, drink, talk. The chef sets up a Korean BBQ feast, filling the table with a variety of dishes.

“Do you mind if I live vicariously through you for a bit?” Hanbin teases, giggling as he picks at his bulgogi. “That’s why you have to do well, hyung! I’ll cheer you on one hundred percent!”

Nothing can compare to the pride Hanbin feels for Seyoon. He deserves this win, deserves the world, and in Hanbin’s eyes, there’s no one more deserving.

“Promise you won’t forget all about me when you’re all big and famous?” Hanbin says, a wide grin stretching across his face before taking a bite.

[lgchanie]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 —

written for 𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧 ( @lgcsoji ) ♡

He waits...

Hanbin waits by the garden gates, heart pounding. The weight of his risky plan pressing down on him. Hanbin knows the odds are very slim, yet he clings to this fleeting hope—a chance to bridge worlds with love.

Sojin, son of the powerful general, has been promised to another in an arranged marriage. Harboring a secret love is getting harder and harder for Hanbin to stomach. Their love is so forbidden, and the consequences of discovery would be so dire, he’s desperate for a way out. Hanbin is determined to find a way for them to be together.

No matter, he stands tall. His posture resolute. He wore his usual attire of a long, light blue kimono that cascades over his shoulders like the gentle waves of his home sea. The garment is adorned with the small emblem of a three-headed dragon on the back, a symbol of his family's honor. A pair of grey pants peeks out from beneath the kimono, and a red sash wraps firmly around his waist, holding the ensemble together. The kimono hangs loosely on his shoulder and if he moves too much, the fabric parts to reveal his bare chest.

In one hand, he clutches his lyre, its strings cool against his palm. And the other he holds the vial containing a love potion. His fingers twitch, eager to move or play a melody that might express the words his lips cannot—words of love, of longing, of fear.

He listens intently, every sense heightened, every muscle tensed. The night is quiet, too quiet, and Hanbin knows that this silence could be the prelude to either their grand escape or their doom…

[lgchanie]

Hanbin has to hold back a groan, feeling absolutely defeated from juggling both lives, but he knows he has to. Completing his education is the bargain he made with his parents years ago; not a bargain, 'his obligation,' his dad would say.

"It's an uphill journey, but I want to do my best in my studies and as a hopeful idol-to-be." he lets out a small chuckle, though there's a crack in his usual sunny smile.

At least that's the truth. He's doing the best he can for his family. He's part of the second generation, new money, and how their family name will be known depends on Hanbin and his siblings. His brother is well-off, the golden boy, practicing medicine, while Hanbin is pretty sure his younger sister will become a steadfast lawyer or a jet-setting socialite. It's hard to tell. Yet, Hanbin somehow still feels it's all up to him—like it's all or nothing.

"Look, I'm the same. I can spark up a conversation with just about anyone." Hanbin looks towards the street ahead at Gyuri, and sure enough, he can see the Legacy Building coming into view. "I swear we've just started talking!"

He quickens his pace slightly, matching Gyuri’s stride, and glances over at her, hoping his attempt at humor hides the weight of his thoughts. The breeze carries a sense of urgency as they approach their destination, but Hanbin finds comfort in Gyuri’s presence, even if just for a fleeting moment.

"that's really sweet of you to say— thank you," gyuri muses, gaze softening a bit as she continues to walk, eyes set on the path before them. there was something sincere about the words hanbin spoke, his tone seemingly honest in a way gyuri might've otherwise felt suspicion towards had she been in the newfound company of anyone else. it's strange how at ease she feels after a mere handful of minutes. "i'll be rooting for you, too. i know it can't be the easiest trying to balance the trainee life while also being in school."

having forgone taking a more traditional education route once she'd finished high school, choosing to pour her efforts solely into her career for the time being, gyuri wonders if there'll ever be a time when she'll want to enroll. maybe one day, when she can afford to take more of a backseat from the entertainment world.

"i'm not one to keep to myself, if i'm being honest. you could probably already tell, but i enjoy making conversation with others if the chance arises." her smile simmers into something calm. "time seems to fly when you're in good company— i mean, we're already pretty close to the legacy building now, right?"

[lgchanie]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 —

written for 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 ( @seyoonlgc ) ♡

Oh, what lengths fair Hanbin would go to for love. Skip through dangerous gardens, dodging thorny vines that clawed at his skin, just to pluck a single venomous rose that blooms precisely at dawn for a love potion? It seemed he was about to find out.

This entire expedition had been his sister's making, of course; Hanbin would have much preferred to remain within the comforting confines of the enchanted sect, performing for the royal halls.

But here he was, stepping into the heart of a deadly garden that hissed at him; malevolent life was surely present. Hanbin had prepared as best he could—rubbing anti-poison potions into his skin until it tingled and swallowing serums to combat the toxic air that clung to every leaf and petal. The effects would wear off soon, so he had to move quickly. Yet, despite the sense of urgency, Hanbin found himself distracted, lost in thought, a soft tune slipping from his lips. The melody danced in the air, only to be echoed back by the wind in a haunting reply.

He froze, every sense on high alert as he strained to listen. The trees rustled ominously, and he could only pray it was a mere animal scurrying away into the undergrowth. But something felt wrong, an eerie tension thrumming through the garden and his heart.

"Hm..." Hanbin murmured, his mind racing. He could feel eyes on him, an invisible presence lurking just out of his sight. He pondered his options quickly. With a deep breath, he decided to simply sing, letting his voice weave through the air like a spider spinning a delicate web. His voice was no ordinary voice—it was a lure, an enchanting trap, an illusion of its own. Each note vibrated with magic, carrying further into the garden, meant to enthrall and confuse whoever—or whatever—was following him.

He wasn't a fighter; his strength lay in his wits and his voice. If the enchantment worked, it might buy him the precious seconds he needed to make his escape. But the air grew heavier with each passing moment, and Hanbin knew he was playing a dangerous game, balancing on the razor's edge between safety and disaster. "She's my star, she's my night, she's my dream, she's my eyes..."

He continued his singing, looking from side to side, until thick vibes sprouted from the ground and hurtled at him!

[lgchanie]

𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 —

written for 𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧 ( @lgcsoji ) ♡

Hanbin peruses a popular boutique for pieces to compliment his preppy style and sunny disposition. Between intricate silver earrings to subtle, sophisticated watches that add a touch of elegance to his wrist, Hanbin’s in his element. The experience is truly one of self-indulgence.

As Hanbin turns to leave the boutique, his eyes catch sight of this tall guy walking out alongside him, so he bows politely. Clad in casual wear, they seemed out of place in the sleek and modern boutique, yet an air of ease made Hanbin feel like he was right where he needed to be.

Their gazes meet, but he instinctively scans the other person from head to toe not a second later; an ugly habit he hasn’t grown out of, he'll admit. He spots a vintage Audemaurs Piguet and can’t help but to strike up conversation from there, “That’s beautiful. Timeless,” He makes a small gesture towards their wrist, then raises his gaze, Hanbin's lips curling into a slight smile, “Aside from the beautiful architecture of it, the black ceramic with white gold encasing, and the black onyx dial… Classic. Where did you find it?”

He has a keen, visual eye for novelty pieces and can spot them from a mile away, although he doesn’t consider himself a collector. He stops at the corner of the boutique, “I don’t mean to pry or anything…” He feels silly now, striking up a conversation with a stranger so curiously. There’s just a flicker of familiarity Hanbin can’t exactly put his finger on…

[lgchanie]

𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 —

written for 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧 ( @lgcmaylin ) ♡

"I used to apply just a hint of makeup on my little sister when she asked, hoping to keep it discreet from our mom's eyes. Inevitably, she always caught wind of our little scheme," he chuckled, the memory warm and familiar. "That's how I learned a few tricks."

They were standing by a mirror in the hallway to a concert. It was definitely a departure from Hanbin's usual routine, but a thrilling shift all the same. Despite knowing it was a bit out of his persona, Hanbin felt the pull to break free from his safety bubble and embrace life's adventures more fully. And who better to embark on this escapade with than Maylin? The excitement bubbles up in laughs when they're finally together, plus after such a long time apart.

He wore a plain white, tight-fitting tank top and jeans, and adidas assemble. He got there a little late, so he's doing last-minute eyeliner touch. He blinks a little, looking himself over, then at Maylin, "What do you think? Is this too simple?" He heard the venue was like the set of 'Rush' by Troye Sivan and drew inspiration from there.

[lgchanie]

Although the joke was lost on him, laughing once Seyoon said he was kidding, he began to really wonder if Seyoon was genuinely in need of his assistance. His attention had shifted from Hanbin's silliness and was now focused on the possibility of offering a helping hand. He's really good at cleaning, he thought, and— 'Cute'? His worried expression disappeared, and his wide grin stretched from ear to ear returned. He sat up, "You're still messing with me, huh?"

He playfully bumped his shoulders into Seyoon's, "I guess I want to be careful; this is my first year. An idol, though? Hm, maybe. Maybe not. You want me to tell my secret, right hyung?" With a mischievous glint in his eye, he decided to play his friend’s game and tease him a little, too by acting coy. "I'll tell you if you teach me how to, you know, flirt. Show me how to get the boy and keep him."

He could use a few pointers, and Seyoon seemed like a pro in Hanbin's eyes. "Who better to teach me?"

He should probably not tease Hanie. Seyoon remembered when he was younger and having innocent little crushes for the first time. How thoughts of certain people would consume his mind and distract him from school work and looking at them in co-ed gym classes got him hit by some fast-spinning handballs. It was all harmless and fun.

Alas, he couldn't resist.

So his eyes subtly narrowed, his smile turning dark with a hint of fake maliciousness. "You want me to keep your secret for you, right Hanie?" Seyoon spoke sweetly, working hard to summon his nonexistent inner high school bully. "You don't want to get in trouble, do you?" Yo, he was actually doing a decent job. Was this the result of watching too many Korean dramas involving revenge plots?

"Hyung won't say a single word," he promised generously. "As long as you help me do my laundry every week - I am totally kidding, you know that right?" Seyoon started laughing because he couldn't hold his character anymore. "It's not that obvious, I just guessed because you are super cute." He sat up. "Having crushes is fine, I doubt the company cares about what we do and who we like because we are just nobody trainees. Unless you are into an idol - wait, is it an idol?"

[lgchanie]

𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 —

written for 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐲𝐮 ( @lgcjunkyu ) ♡

A notification popped up on his phone from Junkyu! The message was to meet up at the rooftop, and it couldn't have come at a more opportune moment. Hanbin's heart was filled with relief as he realized he had something to look forward to after an uneventful couple of weeks. Maybe it was the seasons changing, he doesn't know... So, his eager heart was proving to have little patience after training and training, and more training. As he eagerly made his way to their rendezvous point, Hanbin met Junkyu coming up the stairs with a dimpled grin, "Thanks for the invite! I'm still not so sure my fear of heights has gone away completely."

With each step he took, his lips parted ever so slightly, forming a perfect 'o' shape that revealed wonder. The rooftop, bathed in the warm afternoon sun, was a sight to behold. The rays of light danced playfully, casting a golden hue over everything in sight, from the neatly arranged potted plants to Hanbin's tanned skin.

"Whoa!" As he made his way towards the edge of the roof, he scanned the horizon with a hand covering his eyes, taking in the stunning views. The distant city skyline, the rolling hills in the distance, and the colorful sky all seemed to blend together seamlessly, a panorama that left him deeply centered. "Now I know what you meant by 'therapeutic'."

[lgchanie]

𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 —

written for 𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨 ( @lgcyunseo ) ♡

Hanbin's apprehension about his vocals kept gnawing at him relentlessly in recent days, like an unwelcome voice in his hand shadowing his every move. The weight of his concerns was probably felt as he and Yunseo settled into the cozy confines of the training studio, the hum of anticipation swirling around his head. He went over the lines with him, but his voice wavered with uncertainty like walking a tightrope.

A song's crescendo is his biggest weakness. Hanbin's voice faltered slightly, stumbling over the notes. There was always a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. His brows arched slightly as he tried his best, a pout to his lips, and he didn't want to hold Yunseo back from practicing, too. In a worst-case scenario, he'd stay up late on his own.

Hanbin turned to Yunseo with a tentative smile, his heart laid bare to a familiar trainee for feedback and advice. "What do you think?" he asked, his words hanging in the air. "I feel like I reached the pitches well enough…" He mentally winced; not even he believed that. "

[lgchanie]

𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕 —

written for 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐤 ( @lgctee ) ♡

Hanging out with Tee, Hanbin feels anxious. To him Tee is this dazzling idol and performer Hanbin deeply admired since joining Legacy, who radiates an aura that leaves him shy. The familiarity of the moment, seated with their cafe orders, does little to quell the awe that lingers in Hanbin's ways. Hanbin's choice of a practical americano is really with the purposeful intent to tackle a few impending assignments later that night.

He's doing his best to stay in the moment, though. There in the cozy cafe, Hanbin, ever respectful of Tee's presence, weighs in on his goals for the new year, "I really want to push myself this year. I want to push myself like you." He smiles, then tends to spread cream cheese on his bagel. The ambient sounds of the cafe provide a backdrop as his voice joins the atmosphere, and he finally relaxes, "I'm sure you have a bucket list of wishes planned."