broad shoulders, in love with Zhang Hao, kind, lovely.
Hao
Blond, thinks Hanbin hates him back, slim, tall
Intro
Hanbin had a talent for being exactly where Zhang Hao didn't want him.
It started with small things. Hanbin borrowing the last practice room five minutes before Hao's reservation. Smiling like he hadn't done it on purpose. Waving across campus whenever he spotted Hao, as if they were friends instead of two people who seemed to collect reasons to dislike each other.
Hao answered every grin with a glare.
Their friends thought it was hilarious. Hao didn't.
So when the professor announced a semester-long project and paused before reading the final pair, Hao already had a bad feeling.
"Zhang Hao. Sung Hanbin."
Silence.
Hanbin leaned back in his chair, a teasing smile spreading across his face.
"Looks like we're stuck together."