#mc hanbin

[jebeplanet]

240606 ZB1 SUNG HANBIN + BOYNEXTDOOR JAEHYUN + RIIZE SOHEE ✩ M COUNTDOWN

[jjanguri]

bring your kids to work day~

ft. cuties between takes

[bp-zb1fics]

Missing Park Hanbin hours😔 I’m Phanbin deprived😭😭 can you do highly suggestive cuddles with hanbin <3

Perfectionist

pairing: park hanbin x reader

genre: canon ish, fluff, suggestive themes

tw/tags: waking up, kisses, pet names, light banter, making out, kinda stripping, non explicit descriptions of intimacy, it gets real cheesy towards the end, lets have self confidence everybody, I’d like to go to sleep now too pls and thanks

wc: 677

summary: maybe you’re the reason hanbin’s so obsessed with perfection.

a/n it's quite overdue bc of things that have happened (I believe we are all aware) but i hope you enjoy this anon!

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“Jagiya~”

Hanbin watches as your face scrunches up a little, making a non-committal noise and trying to hide your face in his chest. He laughs a little, petting at your hair. You melt into his touch, not wanting to get up. He doesn’t either.

Perfect mornings start with you. 

Maybe his body aches from a late night of practice. Maybe his head is protesting just a little from a lack of sleep. Still, he likes seeing how you wake up, reluctantly opening your eyes and looking absolutely affronted by the idea that you’d have to leave the bed.

It’s adorable. You’re adorable. It might be him. But the way you groan and try your best to reach for every part of his body and stubbornly pretend you’re still asleep is the best thing he’s ever seen.

Hanbin, for most part, is a morning person. Or at least, he is when it comes to you. Because why be asleep when he can spend every waking moment with his favourite person? 

“Bin-ah?”

“Mmmm?”

“Stop thinking so much and go back to sleep.”

“And what if I don’t want to go to sleep?” He teases you in the sing-song voice that you don’t really appreciate at the moment.

“Then shut up and let me sleep.”

“I don’t want to,” God, now he’s whining. With much effort, you open your eyes and peek up at his stupid smiling face. Well that won’t do.

There’s exactly one way to make Park Hanbin shut up in this kind of situation.You take a mental survey. He did mention not having schedules today. You didn’t have anything on either. It all checked out.

You grab the front of his shirt to pull yourself up and kiss him. Immediately, he’s kissing back, the hand in your hair cradling the back of your head. He catches your bottom lip and something pleasant pops in your brain. Blindly, you reach over and nudge and perhaps shove a bit until you’re on top of him.

His hands are on your shoulders, sliding down your rib cage, gripping at your waist, roaming all over. They’re needy, pressing gently at your hips until they’re against his. He inhales sharply at the pressure, the friction as you swivel them a little. If waking up holding you got him a little firm, he was definitely aching for you now.

Fingers slip under your shirt to caress bare skin. You’re mouthing at his neck, nipping and running your tongue over what you know are his sensitive spots but you don’t leave marks. That’s for another day, when he has enough time for them to fade.

Hanbin has such precise control of his body until it comes to you. You who knows where to touch, where to be soft and when to be a little firmer. You can make his hips jump involuntarily, ripping out sharp inhales and sweet sighs, his hands develop a mind of its own around you. 

It’s dangerous. Hanbin’s a little obsessed. He’s a firm believer in practice. That the constant repetition and correction will condition the body to move closer and closer to perfection. No amount of practice can prepare him for the way you slip down, tugging at his shorts as you do. He can’t correct himself, only lay there helplessly as you take what you want, leaving him trembling and full to the brim with desire.

Nothing is more perfect than the faces you make when he pleases you, the noises that he pulls from your lips. He’s greedy, he’ll practise over and over and over again until you are shaking and shoving him off.

Perfect is lying with you, limp and maybe a little lightheaded. Chest heaving as you bully your way back into his arms, close your eyes and doze off. And suddenly going back to sleep  sounds like the best thing in the world. Because that’s the kind of power you have over him.

So who can blame Park Hanbin for being a perfectionist when he’s in love with the perfection that is you?

[haohaobinbin]

Haobin : MCs for The Show

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video from M COUNTDOWN's twitter

[seokmatthewz]

HANBIN ✧ ZB1 OZE LIVE

[okcat]

my pretty bbygrl

[hariboz]

“forget? you?” — shb x gen!reader

a little something i wrote to get back into my writing flow!

ex!hanbin has been plaguing my mind for a while now. the type to make the heart wrenching decision to break up with you to follow his dreams in hopes of finding what he wanted in the spotlight, ready to sacrifice the comfort of your embrace to chase what he has been dreaming of for years.

“thank you for always being by my side, but i don’t know if i can be happy if i don’t try one last time. i don’t want to break your heart, angel, but will you let me go?”

and you did. of course you did, how could you not? you could always see the sparkle in his eyes when he showed you a new choreography he made, the longing in his gaze when watching others dance on the same stages he could only dream of being on. you knew he was happy with you, you knew he loved you. he was happy, loved and comfortable, yet unfulfilled. because while you would give him every single star in the night sky if you could, no amount of your love would sustain his desire to become the shiniest star of them all himself.

so you let him go, gave him your blessing and told him to better make it to the top so your love was not given up in vain.

you had never seen hanbin cry so much before.

“i promise, angel. i’ll carry you with me in my heart.”

and truth be told, ex!hanbin held his promise. he made it. a leader, a highly sought after visual, a mc, a vocalist.

he’s not your binnie anymore. he’s not the one waking up an hour before your alarm to make you breakfast anymore. he’s not picking you up from work with that sweet smile and a smoothie in his hand. he doesn’t try to teach you his choreos anymore. he doesn’t giggle at you while fixing your hair anymore.

on days where it’s especially hard you catch yourself wishing you had refused, had kept him close to you. had begged him to stay back, to not sacrifice all the serene happiness you shared; but then you snap back to reality, the realisation that these selfish thoughts keep crawling their way up making you feel guilty.

it’s a sick twist of fate, you think, when you happen to walk past a wall of support ads for him plastered along your way. you don’t know whether to laugh or cry; whether you should be elated he is receiving an amount of love you could never have given him or whether you should be hurt and bitter that all this meant more to him than you seemingly ever did.

it’s not fair to compare like that, you know that, but it’s not like he’s there to defend himself. he’s never there anymore.

in your inner frenzy, the internal fight between wanting to support the man you still love oh so deeply and the selfish wish to have kept him for yourself, you bump into someone, misty eyes barely focused enough to notice the person in front of you.

you look up briefly to apologise, wanting nothing more than to get away from this overstimulating throwback to your better times, only to realise that the devil — angel — himself is standing right there.

right there, in front of you. sung hanbin. your binnie.

you know it’s him immediately despite the mask he’s wearing. the all too familiar sparkle in his eyes and his pretty lashes that you know all too well blinking back at you in shock, his eyes desperately darting over your face in an attempt to drink in every little change and detail.

you’re just about to speak when he turns at the sound of his name, which is when you finally realise the crowd standing not too far away, observing him like hawks and pointing their phones at him.

right. he’s idol binnie now.

so you bow politely and leave, trying your best to manoeuvre through the crowd. your heart is beating in your ears, your thoughts all jumbled and confused. you haven’t seen him in so long. not in person, anyways, and now you’re running away? what else could you have done?

it’s like you’re on autopilot, not even noticing you’ve made your way back home until you’re stood in front of your apartment. it’s then when you’re about to unlock your door, planning to crawl into bed and never come back out, that your phone vibrates.

first once, then twice.

“i don’t know if you want to talk to me anymore, but i was happy to see you today. even if it was really short.”

“i miss you.”

“you didn’t forget?”

“forget? you?”

“i could never. i love you.”

”did you ever think about dating an idol?”

ex!hanbin who, i think, would give it all up to follow his dream only to realise every single version of his future had you in it. and now he’s here, trying to win you back, hoping it’s not too late. because ex!hanbin is not only a romantic, but also in love. deeply, unabashedly in love.

[jebeplanet]

240418 ZB1 SUNG HANBIN + BOYNEXTDOOR JAEHYUN + RIIZE SOHEE ✩ M COUNTDOWN

[jjanguri]

i.n.v.u.

happy hamnyangi~

[hannie-dul-set]

나비 / NABI — [preview].

SYNOPSIS. in which you’re trying your damned best to willfully ignore your feelings for your friend of over twenty years, but— as always— life seems to have a different plan paved out for you.

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRE. childhood friends to not quite friends (derogatory) to not quite friends (endearment) to lovers, romance, humor, hurt/comfort but more on comfort, coming of age, slowburn, college! au, “it’s always been you” trope, pining, tons of denial, beomgyu is the only man ever, featuring a large ensemble of idols from various groups. WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of sex, hospital scare, ghosting, rumors as a plot device, what may be considered as bullying, mc refuses to monologue about her feelings, the works. WORD COUNT. preview: 1.2k words | full fic: est. 30k.

RELEASE DATE. end of may or within the month of june. TAGLIST. send an ask/dm/reply to be added.

NOTE. this is a sequel to 모기 / MOGI. remember when i said i wasn’t planning on writing a part two to this? haha, remember? well, this might be my best work yet gosh darn, life works in mysterious ways! i poured my entire fucking soul into this! 

something i’d like to mention is that i’ve already planned out this entire sequel before beomgyu’s sukidakara cover came out, before i revisited his other two covers. the timing was crazy because there’s three major arcs to this fic— and somehow, all three songs fit the themes. really really well i started crying at some point HAHAHAHAHHA. there’s so much i want to say about this story, but i’ll bite my tongue until its release. enjoy!

preview under the cut.

YOU STILL DON’T LIKE CHOI BEOMGYU. Ever since you and he reconciled and publicly became friends again, your life has never known quiet— all thanks to the countless insects constantly buzzing around him, and by consequence around you, every damn day. And it’s not like you can keep avoiding him. Choi Beomgyu has made the executive decision to take advantage of the guilt you’ve been feeling, so for the past month, you’ve been a slave to his whims. 

Responding to 3AM ice cream runs even though you’re swamped with assignments. Going to parties hosted by people you don’t know the fucking names of because he keeps calling you a boring loser. And, the cherry on top, having to deal with Lee Heeseung’s even more annoying presence, just like how you’d predicted he’d behave if he ever finds out you and Beomgyu are friends.

Which he did. Much to your despair and agony.

“Beomgyu, your girlfriend’s here to see you.”

Case in point. You spare him nothing but an eye roll when he lets you in the clubroom for the, ahem, coding club. You’re here because Beomgyu texted you to fetch him a matcha latte and since you’re playing as his slave at the moment (and until your patience runs out), you obliged out of the kindness of your heart, only to get a truckload of teasing in return.

“Oh, hey, what’s up,” Yeonjun throws you a peace sign from their worn out sofa by the door the moment you enter. He’s accompanied by a good number of chip bags on the cushions.

“Hey,” Hanbin greets you as well when you pass by their alleged meeting table. Which, by the way, has stacks of leftover takeout containers and some empty, some half-empty plastic jugs of water. “Beomgyu is on the computer.”

“Thanks,” you tell him. This clubroom is a fucking gremlin hole.

“You know what.” Your path towards Choi Beomgyu is interrupted by Hyunjin, suddenly popping out of the half-wall separating the lounge area from the computers at the back. You jump, because what the fuck? “My heart races everytime you come here. I still get flashbacks from the day you threatened to wreck our safe haven. I think you gave me PTSD.”

Ah, yes. That day. That was eventful. It was the first time you’ve seen Choi Beomgyu cry.

“Serves you right, gossip snorter,” you say. “Out of the way, I have business to deal with.”

Hyunjin indeed gets out of your way, and there he reveals a row of four computers lined up against the wall with their assigned nerds mashing on the keyboards and yelling profanities at matching game screens. You zero in on the one on the far left corner. Surprisingly, Beomgyu is relatively calm compared to the others. You tap on his shoulder. Beomgyu turns his head around.

“Oh,” he says, pulling his office chair back from out of the desk with a swivel while removing the headphones from his ears and letting them rest around his neck. You notice Jeongin seated beside him, who looks up at you only for a moment only to flinch back to the screen. “You’re here?”

No, shit. You jangle the latte in front of his face, head cocked, and he reaches out for it. But then you quickly jerk back your hand before he can snatch it from you. “Nuh-uh. Pay up.”

“Tch,” Beomgyu clicks his tongue and shoots you a bitter look. “Hyung, can you toss me my jacket?”

Someone from behind does indeed toss him his jacket, and at that very moment as well, Heeseung decides that it’s a great time to indulge in his newly founded hobby. “Hey, how about me? Why didn’t you get me a drink?” He joins the already crowded crevice in the back and swings an arm around your shoulder. “You get a boyfriend and forget all your friends. Have you forgotten that you two got together because of me? I’m hurt, I’m so hurt.”

Your face scrunches up. “Literally, how many times do I have to tell you he’s not my boyfriend.” You elbow Heeseung off, eliciting another whine from him. When your eyes snap back at Beomgyu, you see that he’s preoccupied with going through wallet. You kick his chair. “Say something, dipshit.”

Beomgyu hands you a bill and exchanges it with the matcha latte. You wait for him to speak. He takes a long sip, pulls his face away from the straw with a grimace, hands back the drink to you, then says, “What she said.”

You look at him, drink now back in your hands.

“What the fuck?”

“Keep it,” he says, putting his headphones back on. “Don’t you have class?”

Your jaw clenches. Fucker made you run an errand for nothing. He gives you an asshat smile of goodbye then spins his chair back to his computer. You scoff and smack the back of his head, causing his headphones to slip off. “Bye.”

“Hey!”

“Later,” Heeseung bids you off, and it’s followed by a chorus of goodbyes from the inhabitants of the testosterone infested, stinky gamer cave. Seriously, every time you drop by here,, you feel an ounce of your soul shriveling up and rotting away. Yeonjun very politely opens the door for you. You hear one of them yell out before you leave.

“Come over tomorrow. Hanbin hyung’s treating us to pizza!”

And with that, you’re finally free, matcha latte in hand and a desire to breathe in some fresh air. You’re pretty sure the air is polluted in there. But still, it’s been a lot easier to breathe recently than when you two weren’t on good terms.

“Saved you a seat.”

You make it to class two minutes before the schedule. Minjeong proudly taps on the seat next to her, and you take the invitation. “As you should,” you hum, taking out your notes from your bag, and not long after Sungchan arrives and lands on the spot next to you.

It’s the week before finals. Prof Shin starts the class and decides to fuck all of your study schedules by giving a last minute assignment due next week as well. 

“Does this guy want to give us depression before the summer or some shit?” Minjeong complains the moment your professor leaves the lecture hall.“I swear to god, if another prof gives us an assignment due over the break, I’m killing myself.”

“You two have plans over the break?” asks Sungchan, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and the three of you head out for lunch, funneling out into the hallway along with the rest of your blockmates.

“I’m going home,” says Minjeong.

“I have summer classes,” you answer..

Sungchan stops in his tracks. “You serious?” 

“Yup.”

“You bet on it.”

He looks at the both of you like you’re a bunch of withering old ladies and he’s very much unimpressed. “Make some time for the last week. I’m throwing the wildest summer rager and you two can’t miss it.”

You’re pretty sure you replied with something along the lines of an agreement, but you’re not quite sure. The thought completely slips out of your head throughout the next week because, well, finals. And before you know it, your first semester of uni comes to a close, and summer comes crashing in at full swing.

나비 / NABI. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

[jiwoojisoo]

MC Hanbin for The Friday Night Show with Kim Hanbin

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M COUNTDOWN On-site photo

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gna see if i can find a kcon la file i think i can make a couple decent sets but maybe i hallucinated that also

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(240502) MC Jaehyun & MC Sung Hanbin dance with SEVENTEEN Joshua, Woozi & Seungcheol to 'MAESTRO'