A Story About A God And His Soulmate

The fact that I am intrigued with this ship is just, WOW

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summary: kabuto wakes up in the hospital and kakashi is there for him. kakashi x kabuto established relationship as adults

tw: hospital, blood mention, mention of injuries, memory loss

Everything hurt. Every inch, every fiber of his being, hurt. His eyes stung as his vision transitioned from fuzzy black to vague red, only to be cursed by blinding white. He groaned, moving to lay his arm over his face to protect against this undetermined threat. Then he attempted to open his eyes again to find the results exactly the same as the previous test. Had he not changed the variable?

He felt out his right arm, noting each chakra node as he sensed down from his shoulder. The stretch intensified the ache, then allowed some relief after a moment. Gradually, he wiggled his fingers. He was pleased to feel them follow direction. He continued with a wrist rotation. Satisfied with that range of movement, he advanced to checking the bend of his elbow. It appeared to flex correctly. Excellent. Finally, the shoulder. Thankfully, it responded, and he was able to block the light from streaming into his eyes as he began the arduous process of opening them.

After two or three minutes of this, he was successfully able to take in visual cues. Ceiling tiles. So he was inside. Fluorescent lighting. Inside a government-funded building. Primarily white, with metal accents. Hospital. Delightful.

In the corner of the room, someone snored.

He took a moment to take in as much of the room as he could before moving, to give himself as much knowledge as possible before possibly alerting this person to his consciousness. There was no way to know how safe he was with this person, and they likely had the home advantage of entering the space while awake. Once he had memorized the layout of the room and found three weapons within reach, he began the process of sitting up to get a look at his companion.

The man in the corner looked rough. His clothes were torn and dirty, stained with what was likely blood that had now dried and was flaking off. There was a layer of dried sweat clinging against his skin as tightly as the fabric that covered his lower face. His hair had a clump of mud in it and laid in every direction except down. His forehead protector was pulled down over one eye, a Leaf village insignia carved into the metal. Fairly standard shinobi post-mission aesthetic, honestly. The only thing that stood out was the well-worn orange novel held loosely in his hand. The back cover had the required content warning symbol embossed in red, marking it a pornographic book. Given the angle it currently laid at, as well as the shinobi’s chin drifting slowly toward his chest, it was clear that he had fallen asleep while reading it.

Who on earth falls asleep reading porn in a hospital room?

Someone in the hallway passed by the open door, stopping for a double-take when they noticed him sitting up in bed. “Dr. Haruno! He’s—”

Before they could finish their thought, a flash of pink darted around their frame and approached him with one hand glowing a muted pistachio green. The doctor hovered her hand over his body, running along its entire surface with a concentration on his chest and head. This went on in silence for nearly thirty seconds before she took a step back.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, glasses.” She snapped, then reached for the bedside table and handed him a bundle of wire and glass. “Suppose I can’t call you glasses ‘till you’ve got these on, though.”

He analyzed them in his hands, realizing the pieces were folded together. He kept his movements smooth to cover the uncertainty as he unfolded the contraption. Muscle memory took over and he flipped them around, bringing them up to his face and slotting them over his ears. Suddenly the pink blur became a person, and the snoring man became significantly more exhausted.

She reached for a clipboard and sat down. “How are you feeling?”

He took a moment, considered the dull ache registered by each nerve ending, and replied. “My third chakra node in my left foot is considerably damaged. Two of the nodes near my ribs are also in bad shape, though the rib itself may be broken and that could explain it. My head is throbbing, my mouth is dry, and I’m experiencing sensitivity to light. What am I looking at, chakra exhaustion?”

She nodded, making quick notes with her tongue tucked beneath her teeth. “Yeah, you presented with acute chakra exhaustion, though not a severe case. We were much more concerned with the abdominal bleeding, caused by several broken ribs. One of them is still on the mend. There’s only so much healing a body can take at once, you know how it is. A couple more sessions and that’ll be fixed.” Finished scribbling, she slapped the pen against the clipboard. “Your biggest concern was the head injury, though. That’s what we’ve been focused on. It’s great to see you awake.”

He shifted, struggling to push himself into a better sitting position. “How long have I been out?”

She leaned forward to help him into a more comfortable spot. “Four days. Well, three and some change.”

“And has he,” he nodded toward the sleeping nin, “been here the whole time?”

Something in the woman’s expression softened and her eyes filled with pain and something else he didn’t understand. “He has, yeah. He refused to leave your side, even if someone else promised to take over for him.” She cleared her throat, the mist over her eyes fading, replaced by a glimmer. “He insisted on being here when you woke up, and now he’s sleeping. Even without leaving the room, he’s still late to everything important,” she chuckled.

“He seems very…dedicated,” he murmured.

She grinned. “Yeah, he’s dedicated to two things: you and that stupid book.” She stood up, moving silently as she approached the man in the mask. Delicately, she stretched her hand out, reaching for the novel. As soon as her fingertips grazed the off-white pages, the book slammed shut and she jumped back.

“Not on your life, Sakura,” the man yawned, sliding the book into a pocket of his vest. After shaking off the rest he clearly needed, he turned toward the bed and froze. “Kabuto?”

He felt a tug of familiarity and nodded, throat suddenly dry. “It’s me.”

The shinobi was by him in a second, arms wrapped gingerly around his torso, squeezing as tight as they dared with a broken rib, and one hand lost itself in his hair. The man’s face was buried in his neck, and he smelled comforting. Kabuto found himself returning the hug, gripping onto the fabric of the military-issued vest. After a tense moment, the two separated.

“How are you? Are you okay? I didn’t—I couldn’t—I’m so sorry, Kabuto, I—”

Sakura pushed his chair directly next to his bed and guided the man into it. “Kakashi, deep breaths, everything’s going to be fine. Don’t make me admit you for a panic attack.”

Kakashi. Why was that so significant?

Kakashi cleared his throat, shaking his head and settling back into the chair. “I know, I just—” he took his hand, entwining his left fingers around Kabuto’s right to clasp them together. “I’m sorry I couldn’t prevent this from happening to you. I knew the mission was too dangerous for you to go alone, but you wouldn’t let me go with you.”

“I don’t know why I would refuse your help,” Kabuto said, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb across Kakashi’s hand. “You seem fairly capable.”

Sakura nodded. “He is when he keeps his nose out of that book.”

His gaze shifted down, watching his thumb reassure the shinobi next to him as if he had done it before. The soldier’s hands were calloused, but not dry or rough, and his fingernails were trimmed short. He wore a plain band, black, embossed with a diamond grid pattern, on his ring finger. It glinted dully, as if he had been wearing it for some time now.

Kakashi noticed his interest in their hands together and brought his other hand to wrap around Kabuto’s. He squeezed his hand, imparting some kind of meaning, then reached over to the bedside table where the glasses had been, and picked up something small and silver. Delicately, he took Kabuto’s left hand and slid the ring onto his fourth finger. It fit perfectly, and it sported a matching grid pattern and similar level of wear.

Ah.

“I was starting to worry you wouldn’t wake up,” Kakashi murmured. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Kabuto bit back a bitterness that was rising in his throat. “You may have to find out.”

He gripped his hand tighter, shaking his head. “You’re going to be fine, Kabu. Sakura and the medical team have been working on you every day. You’re gonna come home any day now, right?”

Sakura, this time, did not nod. She made eye contact with Kabuto and reached out for her clipboard, making a note. Raising a flashlight, she stepped toward the bed.

“Go ahead and follow this light with just your eyes, please…” She moved it in lines, up and down and side to side. “Excellent. Now, can you tell me how old you are?”

Kabuto opened his mouth, ready to answer, but no words came. Sakura’s forehead crinkled, and she continued. “That’s okay. Can you tell me what year it is?”

His response was the same.

“What about who the Hokage is?”

Kakashi looked back and forth at them in confusion. “Kabuto, what’s going on? Just answer her, it’s simple.”

Kabuto cleared his throat. “I know that the first Hokage was Hashirama Senju. I know that my favorite color is purple. I know that your name is Sakura Haruno.”

“And my name?”

He swallowed, staring straight ahead. “I believe she called you Kakashi.”

The hand holding his grew cold, but the grip did not relinquish. “Kabuto. What’s my last name?”

They sat together in a painful, tense silence that grew worse with every passing second. Finally, Kabuto answered, “The same as mine, I think. But I don’t remember what that is.”

Before Kakashi could reply, Sakura jumped in. “Sometimes that happens with head injuries. It just takes a moment to remember silly things, but a lot of the time the memory comes back within an hour of waking up.”

Kakashi became stiff, his shoulders rigid and his face unreadable. “You said ‘a lot of the time’. Give me a number.”

Sakura flipped through pages on the clipboard, beginning an elaborately vague answer. Kakashi grabbed the thin piece of plastic, holding on to the metal clip at the top as if clinging to his own life. “Sakura. That’s my husband in this bed. We’ve been together for the better part of a decade. One more time—give me a number.”

She looked over Kabuto, then locked eyes with Kakashi, transitioning from friend to doctor. “Forty percent of patients. Thirty percent see memory restoration in the first twenty-four hours. Twenty within two weeks.”

Kabuto looked up, the light glinting off his glasses. “And the other ten percent?”

She swallowed and hardened her stance. “The remaining ten percent are unlikely to recall lost memories at all. And that’s further complicated in patients with a prior history of amnesia.”

The look on Kakashi’s face made it clear that he apparently had a history of amnesia.

“But we’re not concerned about that right now, okay? You’ve only been awake half an hour. Give it time, don’t stress out about it, and we’ll see what happens.” Sakura turned toward the door. “I’ll be back this afternoon for another round of healing on that rib. We’ll assess your memory then if you’d like. Sound good?”

Kabuto nodded, feeling strangely distant. “Sounds great, Dr. Haruno.”

With that, she left the room and took the only thing preventing sadness and awkward silence from setting in with her. Kabuto fidgeted with his blanket, noting the scratchy texture and trying to decide if it was nice, or familiar, or if other blankets felt different. He was pretty sure they could be softer. The one in his home was softer. And grey, he thought.

“Shuriken print?”

Kakashi looked up, startled by the intrusion to the silence. “Sorry?”

Kabuto raised a fistful of fabric up. “The blanket in the house. It’s grey with shuriken all over it, right?”

Kakashi’s face lit up, and he leaned forward. “It is, yeah! You chose the sheets; they have little beakers and test tubes all over them. The dogs hate them.”

“We have dogs?”

The light dimmed a bit, but the resiliency powered on. “We do. Kind of a lot, actually. They’re summons, though, so they’re not all in the house all the time. They don’t love your experiments—something about the smells—so they leave your lab alone, but there’s usually one or two in the house at any time. I think they’re all away now, though. They don’t like the apartment when it’s empty.”

Kabuto, on instinct, brought a hand up to Kakashi’s face. “You should go home. Take a shower, get something to eat.” His hand drifted into the mess of silver hair, then retreated back to his side. “You’re tired, Kakashi. I’m okay. I’ll be here when you get back.”

He shook his head, tucking his chin down to his chest. “I’m not going anywhere. Especially not now that you’re awake.”

They sat again in a silence for a few moments.

“Do you want a hair tie?”

It was Kabuto’s turn to be startled. “Sorry?

Kakashi pulled a thin black elastic band off of his wrist and offered it to him. “Your hair. You normally wear it pulled back in a ponytail. You say it helps you focus better if your hair isn’t touching your face, but I think you just don’t like styling it in the mornings.”

Slowly, Kabuto took the band and flexed his fingers against it, testing the stretch. After a moment, he raked his hands through his hair, pulling the silver strands up into a high ponytail. He fumbled with the elastic, unsure how tight to wrap it.

It was clear Kakashi was smiling beneath his mask. “Is that… Is that what feels natural to you?”

Kabuto felt the silliness but couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. “Not exactly… Do I normally have a mirror?”

He nodded. “You do, yes. Do you want me to try and find one here?”

The tie snapped, stinging against Kabuto’s fingertips and landing on the floor. He swore using a swear word he hadn’t known before hearing it in his own voice, and Kakashi bit back a laugh. Kabuto sighed, leaning back. “No, you don’t need to do that.” Kakashi seemed satisfied with that, and pushed up his sleeve to find another hair band, this one purple. When he offered that up, Kabuto hesitated. “Can you show me how I do it?”

“Yeah, of course.” For a second, he leaned forward as if he were going to put it on Kabuto himself, but only adjusted the way he was sitting so he could have a better view. Painstakingly, he finger-combed through the thick locks of dirty hair that refused to obey gravity, organizing them one by one to lay flat against his head, pinning them against his skull with the palm of his hand as he went. Slowly, he gathered it all at the base of his neck, looping the hair tie around the bundle twice to knot it at his nape. The resulting ponytail was short and aggressively bristled, but present.

“Thank you.” Kabuto admired the effort that went into the demonstration. “You look handsome like this.”

Kakashi smiled, but there was no light in his eyes. “Thanks. I’ve tried a couple times to actually wear my hair like this, but every time I look in the mirror, I see my dad, and then I have to take it out immediately.” He shrugged. “You know how it is.” He paused, taking stock of the situation and Kabuto’s non-reaction. “I guess you don’t know, actually. It’s not important.” He slipped the elastic band off, freeing his hair and fluffing it back into place. “Ponytails are not for me. You, however, don’t look like yourself without one.”

Kabuto took a moment, ruminating on Kakashi’s words while he began the process of pulling his own hair back behind his head. For some reason, his muscles refused to remind him how this felt without a mirror to check his work in. Finally he gave in and turned to face his spouse.

“Would you mind helping me?”

Kakashi blinked several times in a row, then nodded, taking the hair tie and standing up. “Lean forward a little?” As Kabuto did, he stepped behind him and began running his fingers through his hair.

It felt normal. The sensation of this shinobi’s hands on his head, so close to so many vital and vulnerable places on his body was not frightening. Even if he couldn’t remember who this was, he knew in his heart that he trusted him with his life. This tiny act felt familiar, and comfortable, and warm.

All too quickly, the hair was gathered and Kakashi wrapped the purple band around it. “You normally do it three times. Four if the hair tie is stretched out. And then you kind of pull your hair like this—”

Kabuto’s hands went up to meet Kakashi’s, and together they tightened the ponytail. There were fireworks dancing in their fingertips, and they released the hair at the same time, letting it fall against his back. Kakashi returned to his seat by the bed, and Kabuto took his hand again.

“It feels right. This—this feels right, Kakashi.”

He smiled again beneath the mask, eyes glinting. “Good.”

His eye caught Kakashi’s wedding band, and he ran his finger over the engraving, focusing on it. It was there, just on the edge of his mind, what was the word—

“Hatake!”

Immediately, with deeply ingrained instinct, he replied “I didn’t do it.”

They both laughed, holding each other tenderly.

“Your name. Kakashi Hatake. This is your family crest?”

“Our family crest, yes.” He traced his finger over Kabuto’s ring.

“Something about seeing it, that helped. I think visuals are going to help me remember,” Kabuto said.

Kakashi appeared to make that a mental note, and started to list off things that might help bring back memories. In his vest and pockets, he had the Icha Icha book, some weapons, a photo of the two of them together printed on the same near-indestructible material that Kabuto used for his—

“Kabuto. I’ve got it.”

“You’ve got what?”

“I can’t believe I’m so stupid. I’ve been making fun of you for years, and you were right. You were completely,” he stood up, reaching for his shoes and slipping them on, “and utterly right, every minute of the way.”

“Kakashi? Care to let me in on the secret?”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been writing these shinobi skill cards. They’re flash cards for your entire life. You made them with this special jutsu paper so they’re really sturdy, and they require your chakra signature to be read, and you have literally a thousand of them, if not more.” He cupped his hand around his jaw, thumb gently gliding along his cheekbone. “Kabuto. You made the cheat sheet for your entire life.”

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[Promises; Part Two] - [Jujutsu Kaisen! Nanami Kento x M!Reader]

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Anxiety crept into M/N as he slaughters the never ending curse in front of him. M/N wished today never existed to begin with. He couldn’t go home and he didn’t even have the time to call Nanami. He had been preoccupied with the hundreds of curses roaming around the city.

Is Nanami safe?

Is Nanami out there?

Is Nanami hurt?

Is Nanami still alive?

M/N couldn’t stop the negative thoughts that evaded him. Prior to where he was, not even an hour ago, M/N had just came back from exorcising a special grade cursed spirits at a neighbouring country. It took a while to lure the curse but, M/N was thankful it went smoothly during the exorcism considering that he is a special grade sorcerer. Just as he was about to board the plane back home, M/N received a call from the higher up of Jujutsu Kaisen.

For a minute, M/N froze on his track unable to comprehend what had been told to him. Just as he finally regained his composure, M/N teleported back to Japan immediately. He was met with the gruesome sight of slaughtered curses everywhere. M/N bit his inner cheeks to swallow down the vomit that threatened to leave his mouth. M/N took a deep breath before unsheathing his katana and he sprinted into battle.

“F/N-san!” M/N spare a glance over his shoulder as he held a curse by its neck.

“Itadori-kun?”

“F/N-san, it’s…..it’s,” there was a pregnant pause as Itadori gasped for air, “it’s Nanamin.”

C…Crack….

The deafening sound of the curse’s neck breaking into two was so loud that Itadori subconsciously took a step back, M/N felt his blood run cold as anxiety crept into him. His heart pounded so hard against his chest that M/N swore he might just ripped it out of himself. M/N demanded Itadori to lead him where the latter was.

DeJaVu.

M/N hated dejavu(s) and he hated that his cursed eyes could see the future. M/N know by heart where this was leading to. M/N sprinted ahead of Itadori, leaving the teenager behind. He had to save Nanami. He NEEDS to save the love of his life. M/N panted hard as he literally fly down the flight of stairs and landed in front of the gruesome slaughter of curses. Just like in his dreams. He looked up and see Nanami standing a 100 metre away from him, his body half burnt and Mahito stood just behind the blonde.

“Ara Ara, if it isn’t F/N-chan,” Mahito grinned and turns to meet his eyes. Nanami glanced over his shoulder with teary eyes, yet the smallest smile depicted on his pale face, “say goodbye Nanamin.”

“M/N, thank you for everything. I’ll leave the rest to you,” Nanami whispered. “I lo——,”

“Don’t say it! Don’t say that you love me!” M/N screamed and teleported in between Mahito and Nanami.

It all happened in a blink of an eye and As if the time had slowed down, M/N could see the curse energy that Mahito intended to put on Nanami. He could see a tear rolling down Nanami’s cheek as he mouthed the word ‘love’. M/N screamed at the top of his lungs as he uses his cursed technique on Mahito just as Mahito’s curse energy latched itself onto his body.

“F/N-SAN! NANAMIN!”

Itadori eyes widened upon what was left in front of him. The subway station had collapsed leaving debris flying everywhere. There was no sight of Nanami nor M/N and it was killing him.

“Itadori-kun,”

“F/N-san?” Itadori looked everywhere, “F/N-SAN!!”

“Sorry Itadori-kun, I need your help getting this wall off us. Can you find one that’s big? You should see a glow of green coming from beneath it.”

Itadori ran around this time, looking for the specified location. He finally came across the said spot. M/N was right when he said there was a glow of green. A cursed technique. He could hear Sukuna in him spouting nonsense about not nearing the (H/C) sorcerer. The cursed energy was so immense that once Itadori got the slab of concrete off M/N, he was almost thrown back.

“F/N-san, w….what are you doing?” M/N had lost the entire right arm and blood was still gushing out of the wound. Nanami on the other hand was unconscious, cradled into M/N’s single-handed embrace.

M/N finally looked up to Itadori, giving the teenager a small smile, “can you keep it a secret? It’s my clan’s prohibited cursed technique.” Itadori could see the glow of green from M/N’s left palm. “When I’m done, I need a favour from you, Itadori-kun,”

Itadori stayed silent as he observes M/N using his forbidden cursed technique to heal Nanami. The burn on Nanami’s left side regenerated, his hair regressed to its original state and Itadori could’ve sworn he was going to throw up when M/N dug out his left eye and shove into Nanami’s.

“Itadori-kun, I’ll leave the rest to you.” Itadori took Nanami’s frail from M/N. “Take care of him, Itadori-kun.”

Itadori finally looked at M/N, “F/N-san, you….” Itadori trailed off when he realise the state M/N was in. M/N didn’t heal Nanami, M/N had transferred Nanami’s injury to him.

“See ya around Itadori-kun,”

A cloud of smoke blinded the pink headed temporarily and M/N disappears into thin air.

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“Nanamin,” Nanami felt his eyes twitched in annoyance as Satoru self-invited himself to sit beside him.

It was a few years down the road and everything seemed to be almost perfect. Nanami made the decision to return to Jujutsu Kaisen for M/N’s sake. After learning that M/N had went missing upon his awakening, Nanami vowed to find the (H/C) headed even if he was dead. Nanami was going to cut his head off for breaking their promise.

“Today’s the third year anniversary.” Satoru said. Nanami could only hummed in response, not wanting to even think at the fact that Jujutsu Kaisen had made today as M/N’s death day. “I think I’ve held on for too long already.”

“What do you mean? Stop beating around the bush.”

Satoru chuckled, “you’ve been so impatient ever since M/N is not around.” Satoru rummages into his pocket and took out an envelope, “here. M/N is probably going to kill me but, I guess it’ll be worth it.” Nanami took the envelope and pull out its contents. A postcard.

M/N had a kitten on his head as he strike a pose towards the camera, a two storey house depicted on the background. Nanami took note of the missing right arm and shut left eye. Beneath the turtleneck long sleeved that M/N wore, Nanami could see the burnt scar invading his skin, peeking out just a little. Just beside the picture was a small written note.

‘I finally finish building the house’

“I’m resigning Jujutsu Kaisen.” Nanami announced as he busied himself with his phone.

“You don’t exactly have to resign you know. You can just MIA like you use to.” Satoru said.

Nanami nodded, “that is a very good idea.”

Satoru sweat dropped dramatically, “I was just kidding.”

“Too late, I have already booked my flight to Malaysia, Kuantan this evening. I need to leave now.” Nanami stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket, “I feel like smacking you across the face for keeping this a secret but, I shall do that some other day. Thank you, Satoru.”

M/N sighed as he let himself sink into the beanbag he had recently purchased. Being in a hiding for three years hasn’t really made an impact on him. When he finally healed which took almost a year, from the injuries, M/N went into hiding. He had move across the globe to Malaysia, Kuantan. M/N lived a secluded life. He had bought a land just by the beach and built a two story home. For what seems of him to have had everything, he couldn’t dismiss the void in his heart. Each and every day would go by with a question on his mind.

Is Nanami doing well?

Does Nanami miss him?

Would Nanami think about him?

Will Nanami find him, one day soon?

Little did he know, a gods plan was coming.

The bell to the house echoed within the four walls. M/N got up from the beanbag, walking towards the door. He knew it was probably some door to door salesperson, something he adapted after living here. M/N unlocked the door and pull it open.

“K…Ke…” M/N couldn’t even believe his eye upon the man that stood just before him.

“You idiot!” Nanami pushed him into the house, slammed the door shut and pinned M/N against the wall. The younger felt his breath being knocked out of his lungs.

M/N eyes widened when Nanami grab the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to his height, slamming their lips together. M/N could feel Nanami’s warm and soft lips. They parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. M/N’s only arm found its way around Nanami’s waist, pulling his body closer to him. A moan left his lips as Nanami’s hands snakes behind his neck, pulling him deeper.

“Don’t you dare break your promise ever again! Do you hear me F/N M/N?” Nanami panted when they finally pulled away.

M/N couldn’t help but, grin so widely that his cheeks started to hurt, “I promise, Kento-san. Guess I have nowhere to run now don’t I?”

“I… I love you M/N.” Nanami felt the heat rush to his cheek.

“I love you so much more Kento-san.”

Authors Note: Nanami Kento finally deserves this ending with you, M!Reader. Okay so now, I’m not satisfied still. I’ll be making a NSFW Part Three with a little more conclusion,

[New Year Kiss - SKZ Seo ChangBin X M!Reader]

Part Two

“Hyung, when is this boyfriend of yours coming over? It’s almost midnight. Are you sure it’s your boyfriend or is he just a random stranger you paid for the night?” I.N teased the rapper as the members gathered.

SKZ had organised a dinner on new year eve and had booked a private restaurant that was located at the highest floor of a hotel in an open space.

ChangBin couldn’t help but frowned as the maknae teased him. M/N was running late due to work but, that was the last update he received almost three hours ago. At that moment, ChangBin could not help but, felt betrayed and scared that M/N was not going to show up at the last minute. Maybe it was because M/N didn’t want to show himself and admit their three years relationship together.

ChangBin anxiously looked at his phone, every minute as he downed the liquor, trying to calm his pounding disappointed heart. He couldn’t help but, send a spam texts to his lover.

“ChangBin, seriously, where is this boyfriend of yours? Are you sure you have one?” Again, Bang Chan asked.

It was nearing midnight in half an hour time and ChangBin felt his heart shatter every second it goes by.

“I have one. His name is F/N M/N and he’s the man I love. He’ll be here. He’s going to be here soon.” Drunk, ChangBin begins to let his tears roll down his cheeks.

“Binnie, love.” A voice was heard behind him. ChangBin wiped off his tears, looking at the rest of the members to see all of them staring behind him, jaw dropped.

ChangBin turned to see M/N standing behind him, panting and sweating. “You’re late!”

“I’m so sorry love. I got caught up at work, my phone died after the last text I sent you and then our car broke down so I ran all the way here only to run into a traffic accident. I lend a hand to an expecting couple who was trapped in the car then while waiting for the ambulance, the lady decided it was time to be in labour. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy so then, after I officially handed over to ambulance, I ran all the way here, got into the lift but it broke down at level 35 and I can’t wait. I pried the door open and ran 25 storeys here hence I’m late.” M/N ranted to his lover. “Please give me a minute to catch my breath.”

“I told you I have a boyfriend! This is F/N M/N. This is the man I love!” ChangBin slurred as he cling onto his boyfriend’s arm.

Everyone stared in awe. In all honesty, they wouldn’t have thought the man standing next to ChangBin would look the way he was right now. M/N stood two feet taller than the rapper. He was dressed in a black tee and jeans showing the littered tattoo that covered his arms. M/N had a lip and eyebrow piercing. He wore a black glasses that perched on the bridge of his nose, almost slipping down from the sweats.

“How many have you drank?” M/N asked the rapper, pulling him into a hug, planting a soft kiss on the brunette’s forehead.

“Just a few~” the rapper slurred.

“He had drank maybe about three cups of liquor.” JiSung answered.

“Oh my apologies. Please let me introduce myself. My name is F/N M/N. Im ChangBinnie’s boyfriend of three years and it’s a pleasure to introduce myself for the first time.” M/N said. “I assume you must be Christopher, MinHo, JiSung, HyunJin, Felix, SeungMin and JeongIn.”

“Pleased to meet you! Now I know why ChangBin Hyung has been missing at night and smiling at his phone like a pedophile.” Felix chimed.

“Please have a seat, shall I offer you a drink?” Lee Know asked the latter.

M/N took a seat, pulling the drunk rapper beside him, “just a glass of wine would be fine please.”

“So…..” HyunJin trailed off.

“Just call me M/N.”

“M/N, what do you work as?” HyunJin questioned.

“M/N is a doctor! My man is a doctor at the top hospital in Seoul! He’s a cardiologist. He operates heart.” ChangBin grinned.

Everyone gasped.

“I don’t look like one, do I?” M/N chuckled.

The rest of the conversion went out as M/N answered the mini interrogation from the members. It didn’t take long for all of them to get comfortable with the doctor. ChangBin on the other hand, leaned his head against his boyfriend’s broad shoulder.

“Love, I’m sorry I was late tonight. By the looks that you have cried, I must have broke your heart.” M/N whispered. “Are you sober now?” M/N had made sure that the rapper downed mineral water for the rest of the night, just to get him to sober up and when the rapper finally threw up in the washroom, he was glad that the rapper was finally sober.

“I’m okay and It’s okay.” ChangBin smiled, “as long as you are here now. Honestly, I was really upset and scared that you won’t show up because maybe you didn’t want to have a boyfriend like me.”

“What do you mean like you? Binnie, you’re the most lovable person that I could ever have. You’re perfect just the way you are. You are wonderful and pretty and I…. I want to marry you.” M/N stood up, kneeling on one knee in front of ChangBin. “Seo ChangBin, would you do the honour to be the love of my life for the eternity?”

ChangBin couldn’t hold back his tears when he looked at the shiny diamond ring with his name on it. “Yes F/N M/N! I will marry you!”

Just in time when the firework light up the night sky and marks the day of a new year. Everyone cheered at the newly engaged couple. M/N slipped the ring on ChangBin’s finger and kissed the latter, pulling him into a tight hug.

“CONGRATULATIONS!”

Changbin’s bicep be EXPLODING

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[The Last Wish] [SKZ Han JiSung x SKZ Lee MinHo]

The Sequel

‼️Breaking News! JYP Entertainment announces the passing of our beloved F/N M/N‼️

A week after M/N’s passing and a small funeral ceremony, only dedicated for close family and friends, the news was finally disclosed. Everyone was shocked and dismayed. Some even speculated that M/N had committed suicide because of the break up he had went through and Han JiSung was put under the bus.

SKZ went into hiatus immediately mainly because of two reasons. M/N was their closest friend, family member and they needed to mourn indefinitely to where their heart would take them. M/N was with them since the start and there was no way he could be forgotten in any way. To SKZ, M/N was their advisor, the parent of the group, a significant being who had always been there for them.

It was a day after the funeral ceremony when Chan had told Lee Know to meet him at the late’s M/N studio. Lee Know obeyed and went over to the studio. When he entered, Chan was sitting on the chair, staring onto the computer’s blank screen, tears streaming down his tears albeit the emotionless expression. Lee Know closed the doors behind him and went over to the leader. He was about to invite himself onto the chair next to the leader only to have the leader standing up and punching him across his face. 

Lee Know stumbled to the floor at the forceful blow, immensely taken aback. Chan had his fist clenched tightly still even after the punch; his breathing was heavy as he finally let out a cry. Lee Know knew that he deserved the punch. The only possible reason could be maybe Chan knew something. 

“He told me not to punch you or hurt you but, i can’t help it!” Chan yelled in frustration, falling onto the couch and he cried harder. 

Lee Know gathered himself before cautiously taking a seat beside the leader. He wraps an arm over his shoulder, comforting the older. It took a while for the leader to calm down and once he did, he mutely gave the dancer a black book. The two spent the next five minutes staring from the book to each other than back to the book. 

“I knew what had happened. I knew you and JiSung are in a relationship prior to their breakup. M/N told me everything. First of all, I’m sorry i punched you because i am very sure you know why and now, i happen to break one of M/N’s promise.” Chan sighed, “I can’t help it. If JiSung was here, i would punch him too, honestly.” 

A light chuckle left Chan’s lips as he finally calmed down, “the day M/N told you to bring JiSung to the training room was supposed to be the day M/N propose to JiSung. M/N saw you guys kissing, that was why he did not appear in the training room. He told me that he did not realise that 6 hours pass by just like that as he locked himself in this very studio. M/N was punished with the hanahaki and he did not deserve it. For two months, M/N suffered with the disease. The doctors told us there was no hope left unless JiSung would fall back in love with him or have a surgery to get it removed with the consequence of not being able to feel anything. He chose not to do anything with JiSung anymore because he saw how happy he looked with you.”

Chan got up to take a black velvet ring box, “before he collapsed the other day, he gave me this. He said you would need it when it’s time for you to propose to JiSung.” Lee Know took the ring box, opening to see a shiny diamond ring with JiSung’s name engraved on it. “Please tell Lee Know to take care of JiSung, make him happy. That was M/N’s last words to me before he was wheeled into the emergency room. So, it’s all in your hand now. The book is for you and JiSung. I hope you could fulfil M/N’s last wish.”

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Han JiSung found himself in the tub, filled with white petals as tears stream down his cheeks. He had been unwell ever since M/N’s passing and discovering about the Hanahaki disease he know had was just an unfortunate bonus. Han JiSung could not stop thinking of his late ex boyfriend. Everything seems to have crash down on him.

“Sungie~, are you okay in there?”

JiSung panicked upon the voice, he cleared his throat, croaking out a reply as he gathered all the petals, throwing them into the toilet bowl, “I….I’ll be out in a minute.” He felt the regret as he flushed down the system. He washed his face before going out of the washroom, meeting Lee Know. He screened the latter’s face, seeing a forming bruise on his left cheek. “Your face…. What happened?”

“Nothing much. Are you okay? It’s almost two weeks you’ve been throwing up and coughing. I think we should see the doctors.” Lee Know said.

JiSung shook his head subtly before making his way over to their bed. He could see a black book on it. Curiosity had him. JiSung picked up the book, turning to the dancer, “what is this?”

“This belonged to M/N. We should read them together.”

JiSung could feel the ache in him as he plopped down on the bed, the book on his lap. His hands trembled as tears, once again made their way down his cheeks. Lee Know sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze as he opens the book.

‘As I laid eyes on you, the world stopped. You stood there, grinning as Chan introduced me to all of you but, out of all of you guys, only you, Han JiSung caught my eyes.’

‘I joined in the practice today because I was suppose to help Chan after the practice on song writings but, he had something to do urgently. So instead, I stayed back with you in the training room and we had our first ball dance after we joked about High School Musical. It was euphoria as I felt my heart sparks into fireworks when I held your hand.’

‘I realise I started to like you. I like the way you smile, I like the way you are passionate about your career, I like the way you persevere in everything and there is so more to it that I swear I can write a 10 series book about it. I think I might just love you.’

‘You had a breakdown from the recent dance practice. It keeps getting harder and you were exhausted. You begged to be held and I held you in my arms, assuring you softly.’

‘I finally decided that I am in love with you and today just happened that I confessed to you. You accepted my confession and I cannot describe how happy I am. I love you, to eternity and beyond.’

JiSung sniffled as Lee Know gave him a cup of tea. They had decided to take a pause from reading the black book once owned by M/N. Lee Know could feel the tremble from the rapper as he sat next to him.

“Let’s stop for the night and continue tomorrow. Let’s get you to bed, you need the rest please.” Lee Know told the rapper as he placed the black book onto the nightstand, pulling JiSung to bed.

JiSung followed the latter as they tugged themselves under the covers. The rapper shifted closer to the dancer until his back met his chest. He felt Lee Know’s arm around his waist , giving him a tight comforting hug. JiSung sinks into his hold, letting a sob soft out. He felt the itch on his throat as he cries but, he knew he couldn’t cough. He shouldn’t cough because, a petal might just be out.

The next morning, JiSung forced himself out of bed, taking a warm shower and got ready. Lee Know was still fast asleep beside him and he doubt any of the member would be awake too. He grabbed his belongings and the black book on the night stand before tiptoeing out of the room. A sigh of relieve left his lips seeing no one in the living room. The rapper exited the dorm and made his way towards late M/N’s studio. He felt the tears accumulate in his eyes as he entered the studio.

“Hi love. If you’re somewhere up there watching me, I miss you, a lot.” JiSung mumbled to himself as he sat on the roller chair. He finally opened to where he last stop reading and continued.

Lee Know woke up in panic, feeling the empty space next to him. He jolted out of bed, running out the room, searching everywhere around the dorm but, failed to find none other than Han JiSung. He barged into the leader’s room, waking the latter up in the process. Lee Know became even more panic-stricken. He jumbled on his words, trying to croak out that JiSung was missing. Thankfully, The leader understood and got out of bed, waking the rest of the guys.

Lee Know ran as fast as his feet could bring just to everywhere he could think of JiSung could have gone. His mind went out of the line showing him pictures he didn’t wish to see. He was worried. Anything could happen to his lover and only god would know what. JiSung could be out there doing something deadly and even be dead by now. Lee Know stopped for a second, shaking his thoughts away. He took a deep breath in and calm himself down before making his way to that one place that happens to pop up in his mind.

The cemetery.

Lee Know thanked the world for showing him where JiSung was. He could finally breath as he walks over silently from behind to where the rapper was. The rapper sat cross legged in front of M/N’s tomb, the book still in his hand. Lee Know felt something wrong. He wasn’t facing the rapper but he just knew something was not right. As he nears the rapper, he could hear the soft sobs from the latter.

“Sungie~” Lee Know called out. JiSung jolted in shock as he turned to the voice and Lee Know gasped. JiSung had white petals all over him and a stream of blood ran down the corner of his lips.

Hanahaki

“I….I can explain.” JiSung stuttered.

“No,” Lee Know replied sternly, “there is nothing for you to explain. You’re coming with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Hyung, M/N had Hanahaki disease because of me. For two months, he suffered so let it be, let me be the one suffering this time. I deserve it.” JiSung cried.

“And then what? It’ll be my turn to suffer?” Lee Know yelled, out of the worrisome, “so one day you will pass on just like how M/N did and leave me alone? I love you JiSung and you know that. Trash around, hit me, curse at me all you want but, I’m taking you to the hospital. We’re getting the surgery.” The dancer swept JiSung off the ground and begin walking away from the tomb. JiSung trashed around like kid, hitting Lee Know wherever he could reach for. Lee Know felt his heart break hearing the cries grew softer and softer until JiSung finally gave in, lifelessly hanging on Lee Know’s shoulder.

It was pure silence as JiSung laid on the hospital bed and Lee Know sat right beside him. They had settled down in the hospital after registering for the Hanahaki removal surgery, only waiting for their turn to be called on.

“Sungie~, listen.” Lee Know sighed, “I’m sorry I’m forcing you to this but, please, I just need the best for you. I can’t afford to let you suffer with the hanahaki the way M/N did and I made a promise. I love you, Sungie but, please. This is your only chance to stay alive.”

“What’s the point of staying alive anymore? Hyung, I will lose the capability to love someone after the removal and do you really think you could make me love you?”

Without hesitation, the dancer answered, “yes and I swear to eternity and beyond that I will love you and I will make you fall for me one way or another.”

“Really?” JiSung’s eyes softened as he felt the sincere words from the dancer. Lee Know nodded and grabbed the rapper’s hand.

“M/N’s last wish is for me to take care of you and make sure you’ll be happy and I will make that happen. Han JiSung, I am going to propose to you to be my forever and always.” Lee Know opens the black velvet ring box, “this was the ring M/N wanted to give you. I assume you have read the book finish so you know what was supposedly going to happen. Even though it is not M/N who is proposing to you, I want you to think that it is. I will take care and love you for the rest of my life and M/N will be watching over us, always.” The dancer slips the ring into JiSung’s finger.

“To eternity and beyond of his last wish?” The rapper asked, tears streaming down his face.

“To eternity and beyond of his last wish.” Lee Know affirmed and hugged the other.

The sequel of Hanahaki is up, finally! Dedicated to my dearest reader. Here’s for you.

@v3n0mszn

No one will know how LOUD i screamed his name

it took i while but i've got the maknae line ver.!

Jisung has this cute little habit of eating like a squirrel, like puffing his cheeks y'know? whenever he gives you a blowjob he would do that, imagine filling his mouth with your cum until his cheeks are stuffed, and han will definetely swallow it all, he would do it slowly tho, swallowing small amounts of it at a time, he would say that "he likes to take time to enjoy tasty things", also he would really enjoy if when you cum into his mouth you start to pound even harder, he'll definetely gag

Felix is also someone that would really like being stuffed, whenever you cum inside him he will ask you for not to clean it, eventually when he takes a bath he will have to clean it tho, he also really likes sucking on your dick or your fingers, cockwarming is a must, when you are playing videogames or just watching a movie he wont even ask he will just take of his briefs and yours to just sit on your cock, if it takes really long for you to finish what youre doing he will just sleep with you inside him

Seungmin would be the bratty type, during the day he would just give you snarky and rude replies or just doing things that he knows you wouldnt like, only for you to go rough on him afterwards, this man wants to cum untouched, depending on his mood if you touch his dick to help him cum he can just cry and be pouty or continue to be a brat the day after, usually after sex he becomes a lil baby, he just wants for you to take care of him

Just imagine Jeongin completely ruined, messy hair, trembling thighs, neck all marked up with hickeys and bite marks, tear stained face, half-lidded eyes, mouth on a perfect O shape, that would be him after only 2 minutes into it, he's the type to be really sensitive, like anything you did could have him on cloud nine, he would really like having a gag on, only if hes not on subspace tho, if he is he would just really like slow soft sex without gags or handcuffs

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Jisung and face fucking is a perfect match. His innocent looking doe eyes make it even better, especially from the way he looks up at your through his eyelashes with your dick stuffed in his mouth or his cheeks full of cum. Imagine grabbing his cheeks while they're full and giving them a lil squeeze and watching the cum slowly drip from his slightly parted lips.

Felix loves cockwarming, and just being stuffed in general, because of the emotional aspect of it rather then the pleasure. He loves the pleasure, yes, but he really loves how close he is to you, emotionally and physically. Same with finger sucking and oral, he just loves having you inside him any way he can and he will want to have you inside him every second he is able to.

I honestly can't decide if Seungmin would be the biggest brat ever or the best boy ever. Either way, he'd want you to be rough on him no matter what. But if you really want to punish him to make him behave, making him cum from only dick stimulation. Whether it'd be oral, a handjob, using a fleshlight on him, or making him touch himself, just make him get off by touching his dick and he'll do anything you tell him to. Even just threatening to only touch his cock will make him behave better. Another thought I have to add, in a sort of enemies with benefits situation, having hate sex with Seungmin. You just fucking all of your anger and frustrations out on him while you're degrading him and telling how much you hate him while he tells you how much he hates you as well, but his words come out in bits from how fucked out he is and how hard your pounding into him causing him to mess up his words.

Jeongin is a sensitive baby who easily becomes wrecked the second you touch him. The way he trembles though >>> I'm a huge sucker for men who tremble and shake during sex and during orgasms. Gagging and handcuffing Jeongin's hands behind his back while he rides you, and watching him fall apart so quickly and easily until he eventually collapses on top of you from how much he's trembling and how weak he's become. With the slow and soft sex, he'd like when you fuck him in missionary or doggy style with you leaning down to press your chest to his back while whispering praises into his ear. No matter how you fuck him, soft and slow or fast and rough, he'd be shaking and crying. Baby boy is just so sensitive that everything you do to him feels so good and so overwhelming, his body just can't hide how much you affect him.

Minato is trying his best ok

Also in canon Obito doesn't know about Sakumo's death until Kannabi bridge so he thinks Kakashi is being coddled for no reason and that’s why he reacts like that. I was gonna add more scenes and reactions of them but I chose to focus on Kakashi and Minato.

I love the dynamic between them and poor Minato is just trying to help but there's only so much he can do with a deeply traumatized genius child soldier.

And I'm just supposed to be okay?

Bonus