Dai: How Are You Ever Going To Marry Someone Nice Like Kakashi?

Dai: How are you ever going to marry someone nice like Kakashi?

Gai: Which one is it? Marry someone nice or someone like Kakashi?

Kakashi: If you were my husband, I would put poison in your coffee.

Gai: If you were my husband, I’d drink it.

Tf!🤣🤣🤣🤣

Gai: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog."

Kakashi: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?

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Renascence: Hwang Hyunjin x OC

Part 6

Summary: The arcanes are everywhere around you they are actually more normal than you think, but what of the anomalies in the arcane like Y/n? It definitely isn't easy. Especially when nature is always out there to get you and the ones you love. Losing a loved one is difficult but when you've done it a couple of times. No matter how many births he took, watching Hyunjin fade wasn't easy for you. How far are you willing to go this time to protect him? Would things be different this time around?

A/n: Happy Birthday Jinnie! a late upload cause of my procrastinating ass!

WC: roughly 1k

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Ever since the attack you couldn't sleep alone at night. You've had either Minho or Amber to sleep beside you. You felt safer around them, their smell calmed you down.

So here you were cuddled up in bed with Amber, her strong arms holding your torso, as light snores left your mouth. A ringtone sharpened both of your senses as you both jumped up. She stood up and walked to the window with the phone. "San, this better be important," she said as soon as she picked up. "What?! Okay" she hung up "We need to rush to the pack house. They brought someone in" Amber said.

"Brought someone in?" You said rubbing your eyes and grabbing onto Amber's waist and smelling her. "You hungry?" She asked. "Nope" you said, "You just smell nice". Slowly the two of you got up, putting on some jackets as it was way too early to get dressed. You pulled up your hood and left your room to find Jungwon and Jeongin in sweats and Jackets. "Why are you two up?" you asked. "We'll go with you" Jungwon and Jeongin said together. "Were you eavesdropping?" Amber asked in shock. "No but we heard shuffling and you spoke loudly" Jeongin answered and you nodded.

As you inched closer to the pack house (which is huge, mind you) you saw a very familiar car, "she called him too? It must be serious" Amber said. "She called at 5 in the morning, I'd kill her if this wasn't serious" you said yawning. You all exited the car and walked inside. A well known smell reached you, one that you haven't got up close for a long time. You walked in to find Ryujin and Felix with a person tied up on a chair. Jungwon smartly walked up and pulled up the guy's head for and you screamed "OH MY GOD!".

"Ryujin!" You tried to scold her but the girl started explaining. "He was drawing your portrait.. portraits! And that too for DAYS!". "Looks like it's started again" Minho said as he stepped out of a room with Chan and San on tow. "I'll stay out here, you fill them in. They need to know" He said looking at you, and you nodded.

You took one last glance at the guy tied to the chair and walked inside the room again with the others. They all took a seat, Jeongin and Jungwon smartly rushed to the three-seater and patted the middle seat for you. You looked at Amber smiled and took a seat on the other one as you sat between these two. "So um..... I" you fumbled, you kept this part of your life in dark for a long time. Jeongin and Jungwon held onto your hands for support, and you took a sigh. "He is my mate" you finally said. "What?" everybody spoke out almost in sync, everybody but Amber, she knew, not the details that you were about to spill, but she knew.

"He is a muhang and mostly unaware of that.." you went into explaining how you met him for the first time, until he went missing then when you met him a few years later you saw him and the situation. "That whimp is a Muhang?" San said, more like he didn't intend to but oh well. And you nodded. "So is this the first he appeared in 130 years?" Jeongin asked, as he has been with you for that long and never heard of Hyunjin, until you told him a few days back. "No, I have been running away for the past 2 lives," you said, and his face lit up with realization as to why you kept moving from place to place a few decades ago. "But why? And you can't leave this time" Ryujin said and you nodded. "His life was always short when I was in it, I heard an elder say that the luck of my anomaly affects his as he is not an Arcane, Muhang yes, but he is practically still a human. And it's always so painful to keep losing him, especially the last time" you said and took a breath and started.

"There was an underground organisation, they said it was some humans, they were trapping arcanes, mainly muhangs who are easier to find it records are checked it was the mid-1700s." You said and Felix spoke up "After the witch trials and stuff" to make things clear, and you nodded as he motioned you to continue. "This organization was said to be a project that was being handled by generation after generation. They had taken hold of a handful of Muhangs, but those were never seen again to this date. Now, this was around 1750, and the organization called themselves some Black Knights that will supposedly purify the earth. They started actively tracking down Hyunjin. And after a point, they got so big that we started meeting dead ends, and one evening they cornered us, it was either let them take him or we both die trying. He made me" your throat got dry and eyes stung with tears. "I... had to kill him, with my own hands, By the time Seoghwa had tracked me with the help of Minho, it was too late" you said and broke down and the 2J from both sides immediately hugged you. They all wore worried expressions. That was when you heard a commotion from outside and a very irritated Minho saying "Shut up! I swear I'll slit your throat if you make one more sound"

All of you rushed out and you exclaimed "Minho? Why is there tissue in his mouth?"

He whipped head to look at you and pointed at Hyunjin and said "He woke up and started screaming, I had to shut him up"

"Now what do we do with him?" Felix asked, in a deep intemidating voice.

The moment Hyunjin's eyes fell on you they went wide and he fell silent, staring at you soundlessly.

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Meanwhile

"Are you sure he is not at any other of your friend's house?"Yeonjun asked again. As Seungmin passed through the art studio, "Yes hyung, he probably stayed here for the night and went for a coffee, I'll call you when I find him" he said, "the Bin had too many paper" he said to himself when the strokes seemed familiar and he knew why. That was when he saw something beside Hyunjin's workstation, a student ID card that read:

"LEE FELIX"

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chan

it was okay. you told yourself that. but you were feeling so terrible– you just wanted him to reach out. it was stupid, yeah, but you hadn’t heard from him in a few weeks. and that’s not the only reason you started to doubt yourself, but it wasn’t helping. whenever either of you reached out and asked for a date, the other couldn’t fit it in. it almost seemed like maybe it wasn’t going to work. like maybe he did have a lot more important things to worry about than you. he could just send you a simple text, after all. if he wanted to. it almost felt awkward that his name was saved as “boyfriend” in your phone. could you call it that now?

you thought about how gentle he had always been with you. how patient. it was only now you became insecure. hardly was this him falling in love. you were convenient. he was conflict-averse. he surely didn’t get butterflies because of you, his palms didn’t sweat like yours back then. you remember nausea and anxiety. it was all so new. all he did was give you a soft smile, and pay for your movie ticket. your dinner. you thought he was more experienced– a bit older than you. but, now, you think.. maybe he never wanted you as much as you needed him.

minho

you kept checking your phone. over and over. almost every few seconds. he said tonight, didn’t he? you read over the messages again and again. 

you just want to cry. he’s living his dream and travelling the world and you’re sat at home, alone, waiting for him to even let you know that he still cares about you. did he forget? maybe he fell asleep, you wonder. it’s a little early, you think. so maybe he’ll call you tonight still. your eyelids are heavy. you wish your bed even felt good anymore. all you want is to be near him again.

you had already texted him. “Lovey?” you had typed.

you just missed him. it’s like your heart ached not knowing what he was doing right now. not knowing if you could help him with anything. not being able to hear about every little thing that was pissing him off and making him giggle.

you dozed off despite your attempts not to, and in a panic, you woke up in the middle of the night to the missed call notification.

that’s when the tears fell. fuck, you missed him. you wondered if he missed you even half as much.

changbin

it seemed like anything you said just pissed him off lately. so you were silently sulking and just closing your mouth without speaking. as you lay in bed, your shared one, turned away from each other, you looked out the window at the starry sky. maybe this is loneliness. maybe you are on your own. maybe love does fade.

you remember this feeling from a previous breakup. the inevitable end. when you started to become boring, and replaceable. a nag, a nuisance. it pulled at your heart dully, how excited and happy you used to be. together. thought this was the one. this was forever. how you were thinking about a real future: maybe a wedding, a house, maybe kids. suddenly that just felt hollow. a stupid dream.

hyunjin

he seemed happier with other people. your friends told you it was all in your head, ‘maybe mention it to him and he’ll make his feelings obvious’.

but he didn’t laugh with you anymore. he hardly seemed to talk to you. if you weren’t paying close attention, you wouldn’t notice anything was different. but his answers were emptier than before. he didn’t seem to feel anything when you touched him anymore. all of it was fading away, felt like a memory of when he used to be in love with you.

you saw him laugh with others– wide smile, a loud laugh bubbling from his throat. eyes shining with happiness. you wondered if you would ever make him feel like that again. if it was over. if your love was slowly dying.

jisung

he still loved you, you knew that. but for some reason, every time he smiled at you, told you he loved you, kissed you, you were scared one day he wouldn’t. that he’d leave you like everyone else. like you couldn’t embrace this feeling, this love, these affections, because then it’ll just hurt that much more when he gives up on you. when he finds someone better. 

one part of you wanted to grasp onto all of these moments and hold them dear. this is the only time you’ll experience this: this adoration, affection, and love. another part wants to politely accept and not dwell on the feelings. it will all hurt more eventually.

felix

why did he only pull away from you? were you too much for him? how come he says he loves you but won’t touch you? is he disgusted by you? your mouth sours at the thought. that maybe the only man you ever loved— that you trusted was repulsed by you. 

you didn’t ponder for long what you did wrong. this must have been coming. you thought he was out of your league since the beginning. it was about time he found someone better. someone that he desired, longed for. not just someone that will take care of him. he wants to want someone. and it’s only fair. 

seungmin

it seems like he doesn’t meet your eyes at all now. when you mentioned it– brushed off gently with a laugh, “i only have eyes for you, you know that.” he smiles, and kisses your cheek. it seemed like you were anything but enough. he doesn’t like doing the same things as you– you wonder if he was pretending back then when he used to play video games with you. he doesn’t like the same movies. he scoffs sometimes at your idea of date night. maybe you weren’t compatible. maybe that feeling of falling in love was teenage desperation, appeasement of one another. maybe you never were going to last.

jeongin

you’re sure when you see her for the first time that they were a perfect match. the way he laughed with her. how pretty she was– flawless, effortlessly gorgeous. and she was just a little taller– just the perfect height if they were to hold hands. not like how yours would bend at the elbow holding his. you knew you didn’t stand a chance. it hurt, but soon it was just humiliating, to follow them around on their date. you were forgotten as soon as they found each other. you hated how his eyes shone looking at her. convinced you never saw him look at you like that. you clenched your fists, nails almost breaking the skin of your palm. making up an excuse and disappearing to cry yourself to sleep in your room.