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Minho’s going to be at the station. They’ve made plans to spend the first night together, tucked away in Jisung’s cabin, away from the rest of the galaxy, curled around one another well into the night. Jisung can’t wait to feel Minho’s breath against his cheeks, his lips under his ear, his hands at his waist.
[or: Boyfriends Minho and Jisung have yet to meet in person.]
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A week of sharing a bed with Jisung has made it impossible for Minho to sleep alone.
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Minho had, after not finding anything of interest from the fifth bakery website, actually ended up suggesting the sheet cake. Jisung had laughed, thinking he was kidding, only to gape at him in disbelief when he must have caught the genuine expression on his face.
“Hyung!” Jisung admonishes, smacking him in the chest. “No way! That’s like, an insult to the sanctity of marriage!”
[Alterantively: NHL star, Lee Minho, handles the everyday pressures of being a professional athlete while planning his wedding with his fiancé, Rockstar Han Jisung].
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Jisung's made dinner-for-one more nights than not the past two months, and he doesn't see it getting better anytime soon with Minho's demanding work schedule. He's nearing the end of his rope, until his ever-supportive - and somewhat meddling - best friend, Chan, intervenes in the most extravagant way possible; sending Minho and Jisung to Italy.
(Alternatively: Minho's not been the greatest husband to Jisung lately, and Chan makes the bold assumption that Cinque Terre will change that).
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“Please, Binnie,” Minho whines, lightly grasping Changbin’s wrist, as if threatening to not let him escape will be somehow more convincing.
Changbin rolls his eyes, studiously unrelenting, and doing an expert job of ignoring Minho’s pout.
“Body shots?” He hears someone ask from behind them, and turns to find the bane of his pride in the form of his Organic Chem crush.
[Or: Minho has a seemingly hopeless crush on Jisung, who apparently wants to see him have a heart attack by showing up to a party in a tennis skirt]
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When Sasuke quit acting, he left everything and everyone behind to start over, but in the age of social media and rewatch podcasts, a former teen heartthrob can only hide for so long.
Hey, I’m Sasuke from "Codename: ANBU” and you’re watching—
Ugh, anything but the idents.
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Sasuke does not attend the wedding. But he does buy Naruto a present.
“Mister One-Arm,” the youngest dubbed him with gleeful irreverence one afternoon as he stacked logs, “have you tasted snow?”
Sasuke paused, a log balanced awkwardly against his shoulder. “I don't know.”
“You don't know if you've tasted snow?”
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- Part 4 of snaiul's sasunaru collection
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After years living in New York, Naruto Uzumaki returns — reluctantly — to Konoha, a forgotten small town in the heart of Texas where he left behind his childhood, his traumas, and the losses he never learned how to mourn. What was meant to be a brief visit, a quiet farewell to an estranged father, quickly becomes something else. Konoha, like wounds that never healed, refuses to stay buried.
Soon after his arrival, a body is found. Then another. There is no clear pattern, except for one unsettling detail: every crime scene carries something deeply personal, tied to Naruto’s past. Objects, words, memories meant for him.
Exhausted, grieving, and trapped inside a town that mirrors everything he tried to escape, Naruto is forced to confront unresolved loss. His family, his guilt, and a first love he never truly left behind. Sasuke’s name resurfaces like a forbidden echo, painful and familiar.
With every clue and every corpse, Konoha pulls Naruto closer to the center of the violence. Because this isn’t just a series of murders. It’s a message:
It’s time to come home.
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It's normal for couples to fight sometimes.
Sasuke still needs reassurance that they're okay.
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There have been no more tears. No waves buffeting Kurama’s feet; no boiling rage to draw him out.
There is only a cold, terrible resolve.
Naruto smooths his thumb over his eyelids, traces his face. Whispers things that Kurama tries, for whatever reason, not to hear.
It’ll be alright. I’ll be there soon. You won’t be lonely.
Resolve. Terrible resolve.
Bookmarked by likelynaked
15 Dec 2025
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Sometimes a story is so good it pulls your heart clean through the gaps in your ribs