ɢᴀɴɢ-𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦! [ ᴛʀ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ! ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ]
CH.6
Family jewels — MARINA
Ooh, don't you find it strange?
Only thing we share is one last name
Did I beat you at your own game?
Typical of me to put us all to shame
"Good morning, you two~!" M/n chirped as he stepped out of the kitchen, donning an apron that boldly stated, 'Your opinion wasn’t in the recipe.' His cheerful voice rang through the living room like an alarm clock neither of his two sons had wanted to hear this early in the day.
Both brothers groaned in response. Starting their morning with M/n’s overly bright smile wasn’t exactly how they envisioned the beginning of a restful day.
"You’re not working today?" Ran asked, a hint of irritation lacing his voice. Normally, at this hour, M/n would be getting ready for work, leaving them to their own devices.
"Nope! Took the day off to clean the house." M/n declared proudly, as if he had just come up with the most brilliant plan. His gaze briefly flickered toward the calendar on the wall, the date marked in bright red circling Spring Cleaning Day.
The brothers exchanged wary glances. Of all the days to stay home, why did it have to be today? It was already frustrating enough that all their efforts to uncover M/n’s mysterious past had led them nowhere. From digging through old records to questioning people within gang circles, they had hit dead end after dead end. And they weren’t exactly surprised—M/n had ensured that anything remotely linked to his teenage years was wiped off the face of the earth.
Even online searches were useless. Every account, every old connection, every trace of who he used to be was locked away tighter than a government secret. He had pulled strings, threatened people into silence, and erased every possible lead before they could even think about uncovering it.
They had even resorted to rummaging through his room, hoping to find something—anything— that could give them a glimpse into his past. But M/n was meticulous. Not a single photograph, letter, or even a loose scrap of paper hinted at what he was hiding.
And now, after days of fruitless searching, they had planned to take a break, just one day to rest. But fate seemed to have other plans.
"Eat up, I made breakfast," M/n announced, placing two plates filled with bacon, eggs, and a warm bowl of soup onto the table.
"We’re not hungry—"
—GRUMBLE.
Ran’s stomach betrayed him. Loudly.
M/n’s lips curled into a knowing smile, barely suppressing a chuckle as Ran's face twitched in mild embarrassment.
"You do know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day," M/n said, sliding a chair toward them. There was a silent hope in his gaze—that for once, the brothers would sit down and have a meal together like a real family.
Rindou, deciding not to let his pride get in the way, immediately took the seat offered to him and dug into his meal. "Don’t blame me when you run out of food," he teased between bites, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth.
"Oi! That’s my plate!" Ran barked, striding toward the table and snatching a stolen strip of bacon back from Rindou.
M/n simply watched, amused. They looked so cute.
For the past few days, the brothers had been avoiding meals with him altogether, too focused on their investigation to act like an actual family. But now? Now, they sat across from him, eating without resistance. It was almost... suspicious.
The brief bickering died down after a few minutes, and the room settled into a comfortable silence. However, as Ran and Rindou ate, they couldn’t help but steal glances at M/n.
And then, the realization hit them.
Who the fuck is he?
What are you hiding, asshole?
Both brothers had the same thought. Their curiosity, their frustration—it all came rushing back. They were convinced now more than ever that M/n wasn’t just some regular guardian.
M/n, fully aware of their burning stares, hid his smirk behind his coffee mug.
Oh, he knew.
He knew about their little plans. Knew they were scheming, prying, desperately trying to dig up the past he had long buried.
And honestly? He found it entertaining to watch them struggle.
He took a sip of his coffee before finally breaking the silence.
"So... I have a few questions for you two," he said casually.
"The same goes for us," Ran shot back instantly.
'I know.'
Ran didn't waste time. He leaned forward, eyes sharp with determination. "Who are you?"
M/n blinked. "Your father, who else?"
"What?! No!" Ran snapped, slamming a hand on the table. "Who are you really?! Why do the members of Phoenix shut their mouths the second we mention your name?!"
M/n tilted his head slightly, feigning innocence. "Maybe because they respect people’s privacy? Ever think about how rude it is to pry into someone’s past?"
His smile was infuriatingly smug, and Ran grit his teeth in frustration.
"Tch... Stubborn fuck..." Rindou muttered under his breath.
Silence settled between them once again, interrupted only by the sound of a spoon stirring against a ceramic mug.
"Why are you hiding who you are?" Rindou finally asked, voice quieter this time. "What’s so important about your identity that you have to erase every trace of it?"
M/n leaned back, smirk widening. "Why not? It’s fun~"
'What an asshole.'
Ran and Rindou thought in unison. Ran clenched his jaw, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. He had expected deflection—M/n was always good at dodging questions—but this? This smug, self-satisfied response? It made his blood boil.
"You think this is a game?" Ran’s voice dropped an octave, dangerously low. "You erased your past like it never existed. You’ve buried every single thing that could tell us who the fuck you were before you took us in. Why?"
M/n swirled his coffee lazily, his lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile.
"Because some things are better left forgotten," he said, his tone light but carrying a weight neither of them could ignore. "Besides, why does it matter? I’m here now, aren’t I?"
Rindou set his fork down with a sharp clink, his patience running thin.
"It matters because we’re not fucking stupid," he shot back, eyes narrowing. "People don’t just erase their existence for no reason. And they sure as hell don’t make entire gangs shut up at the mere mention of their name—unless they’re someone dangerous."
Ran leaned forward, pressing the conversation deeper. "You have connections everywhere. Information just vanishes when it’s about you. It’s like you never existed before we met you, and that’s not normal."
For the first time since the conversation started, M/n went quiet.
Not in defeat. Not in panic.
But in amusement.
His lips quirked up in a way that sent an uncomfortable chill down their spines. Then, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if the whole situation was just adorable.
"You two are too smart for your own good," he mused, setting his mug down with a quiet thunk.
"Then tell us the truth," Ran demanded.
M/n rested his chin on his palm, studying them with a gaze that felt... calculating. "You really want to know?"
The brothers stiffened.
They had spent months trying to get to this point—peeling back layers, chasing leads, piecing together half-truths and rumors. And now?
Now, the answer was right in front of them.
But something about M/n’s expression—that damn knowing look—made them hesitate.
It wasn’t just secrecy that kept M/n from telling them.
It was something else.
Something dangerous.
Something they weren’t sure they wanted to hear.
Rindou swallowed. "...Yes."
M/n exhaled through his nose, tapping his fingers lightly against the table. "Alright then," he said smoothly, standing up and stretching as if they had just asked him about the weather. "If you really want answers, how about this—"
He turned to face them fully, hands in his pockets, a lazy yet deadly smirk settling on his lips.
"Find them yourselves."
Silence.
Rindou blinked. "Are you fucking serious—"
"You’ve been searching this whole time, haven’t you?" M/n interrupted, his voice smooth, unbothered. "Keep going. If you’re determined to dig up ghosts, let’s see if you can handle what you find."
Ran and Rindou stared at him, trying to read between the lines.
"instead of scaring the crevices for hints of my identity, why don't you both help me today?"
"no way"
"in your dreams"
M/n sighs. Of course, the brothers won't help him out of the kindness of their hearts. Could bribery perhaps work? Naahhh, they would take the bribe.
"all right, all right. Just finish your breakfast and put the dishes in the sink. I'll clean it" M/n finished his coffee, stood up from his stool, picked up his plate, and put it in the sink.
He hasn't finished reading his newspaper yet so he continues his reading on the couch while waiting for the two to finish.
The brothers didn't hesitate to whisper to each other, discussing their next step.
"What now? We don't have anything..." Rindou whispered to Ran, glancing at the adult to make sure he was not hearing him.
"for now we'll investigate the people he knows, we could get something from them" l
"but how can we do that when we don't even know his friends?"
"shit... erm..." Ran slumped on his seat, about to give up at this Never-ending dead end of a maze.
'We could stalk him on his socials, would that even make a difference?' Ran fetched the stolen phone he had in his pocket, typing out M/n's name on Facebook.
Sure enough, his profile appeared. This could serve as hope for them but even his account was set on private.
Another dead end for them...
"It's no use... He's making sure everything would be a dead end for us." Ran grumpily shoved the phone inside his pocket, crossing his arm to indicate his rising headache.
"Never mind that, aniki. Let's just rest for now" Rindou ate the last bit of egg on his plate, gulping down a cup of water to wash it down.
Ran just ate at a normal pace, eating his meal with such courtesy that you might not think that he's a gangster.
After Ran and Rindou finished eating, they were sprawled on the couch. The TV blaring in the background, programming boring shows in it.
M/n was casually cleaning the living room, vacuuming the floor with precise movements. He doesn't seem to mind how his sons just lazed around the house. He knows they'll come around once they get close, hopefully.
Also, it was normal for kids their age to be stubborn when it came to chores, rebellion wasn't new either.
M/n cleaned the flat surfaces, shelves, and the vase that was collecting dust. He could only sigh in relief at how clean the living room was. All he needs is to dust the bookshelves and move on to the kitchen.
He fetched the duster inside the cabinet, making his way to the bookshelf. But before he could move an inch, a sudden rang of their doorbell caught the attention of the family.
'I'm not expecting any visitors today... Who could that be?' M/n thought, walking towards the front door.
Upon opening the knob, the door slammed open to reveal a man with silky pink hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The most noticeable thing about him was the diamond-like scar on his face.
"M/N~! I'M HOOMMMEE~!" the man yells, his eyes searching for a certain H/c-haired man, Once he finally saw M/n, he ran. The crazed man puckered his lips, ready to kiss the adult.
I instinctively put the duster in front of my face, preventing him from kissing me.
"Inside voices please, why are you here?" M/n said with an unwelcoming tone.
Sanzu chirped, removing the duster from his face.
"is there something wrong with visiting an old friend? Don't tell me you've gone cold towards me" he pushes the meaning of 'personal privacy' aside and makes himself feel at home.
An irk mark appears on the adult's cheek. Aware of the chaos Sanzu might bring. M/n managed to grab his nape.
"may I remind you that I said you're banned from my home for putting your drugs in my home?" M/n didn't show anger in his face, but it was evident in his voice.
Sanzu had lazed around his home years ago and left his drugs in between the cushions of his couch. the landlord did an inspection back at his old apartment, and boy was her face priceless when she saw the packet of drugs. she immediately accused M/n of drug use.
cops were called, and the poor lad had to charm his way out of the situation. he even paid his way out of jail. no way he's going into a dump full of smelly men encased in a jail cell.
He knew Sanzu was the one who left it there since he used his apartment sometimes to snort and pop pills into his mouth without a care in the word about what it could bring into his system.
He had reprimanded the male about how it could affect his behavior but is he any better than the drug addict? He enjoys hurting others to please his desires. Punching them repeatedly to hear their pleas to stop.
Perhaps they're both insane.
In the many times, he scolded Sanzu, he turned to deaf ears and loudly said that he'll 'try'
What bullshit.
M/n figured he couldn't separate Sanzu and drugs apart. Heck, it's hard to separate him and alcohol too. Atleast he doesn't drink alcohol every day nowadays.
"Hey, that was years ago! I already sent ya a million apologies" Sanzu brushed M/n off, hurriedly going to the fridge and opening it.
"jeez... when was the last time you went grocery shopping...it feels like I'm looki'n into a homeless person's fridge"
"Who are you to judge me?"
M/n sighed heavily, going over to the pink-headed male. Sanzu pouted.
"I missed ya~"
"I don't"
"tch, still mad at me? Come on! I'll behave, all right?" Sanzu gave M/n puppy eyes. One that looks like a puppy who was infected by rabies to M/n.
"Watch the kids for me" M/n didn't keep it long before tossing Sanzu to the side. However, his words confused the man.
Kids...?
Since when did M/n have the time to do the fuckie-wukie with a woman?
"you have kids?! Where?! Where's the witch who touched you?! She didn't peg you did she?!"
Sanzu instantly became worried for the well-being of the adult. Patting his hands on M/n's ass, making sure he didn't... Lose his back hole virginity.
M/n was in disbelief upon hearing the addict's accusation. First off, why is he the one getting pegged?! Isn't he supposed to be the fucking woman since he has a fully functional dick?
"First of all, what the fuck Sanzu? What in the universe would compel you to think that a woman pegged me?!" M/n gripped the addict's wrist, promptly stopping him from groping further.
"you didn't get pegged...?"
"No!" M/n retorted, smacking Sanzu's hand away from him.
"oh thank god, you're ass is still a virgin" Sanzu reverted back to his cheery personality, like an affectionate cat that smoked 34 cat nip.
"excuse me...?" the male flashed a disgusted look to Sanzu, wrapping his arms around himself to protect him from any weird antics that Sanzu might assault him with.
From a meter away from them, two boys were in disbelief at what they were hearing. All this talk about Drugs, a woman pegging M/n, and his virginity being preserved much to Sanzu's relief was a bit too much for their 'innocent' ears.
Wait...Sanzu is M/n's friend...
Does that mean he knows who he was? They can coerce him to spill the beans! It seems like the Haitana brothers were thinking the same thing as the other.
'what do you think?' Ran smirked at his brother. Communicating with him by using his eyes and the power of telepathy.
'duh, of course' Rindou rolled his eyes playfully.
'fuck you, four eyes' Ran flipped his braid, tossing it with such grace to the side.
'you motherfucking bitch...' an irk mark appeared at the side of Rindou's cheek. He kicked Ran on the leg which caused him to kick his face. Knocking off the lad's glasses.
The commotion seems to attract the adult's attention. Sanzu squints his eyes at the two before scoffing.
"that's your kids? When did you pick them off the garbage bin? 10 years ago?" Sanzu didn't even whisper to M/n, it was evident that he wanted the two to hear his remark.
"Don't be mean to my sons or I'll kick you out of here" The adult's voice was so full of venom and menace that Sanzu didn't bother to press the man's buttons.
Their teenage years were the most cherishable moment for Sanzu because that was when he met M/n. He was doing drugs in the side alley when M/n walked pass him.
'you shouldn't do drugs..' He says, to which he didn't oblige and instead provoked him.
That resulted in him getting jumped.
Sure, M/n beating the living shit out of him was the most painful yet pleasurable thing he experienced. Call him a masochist but he enjoyed how M/n stepped on his lower abdomen. Close to his lower region.
That alone made Sanzu hard and earn a beating. M/n called him a pervert and many insulting words that caused Sanzu to spasm and ejaculate...
From then on, Sanzu would always follow M/n wherever he went, even to his home. Safe to say, M/n's patience was challenged and it did help him have longer patience.
However, he did push his luck too far when he left a small zip-lock bag of cocaine in the stuffing of his couch.
What a fun memory.
He earned another beating from M/n.
"Just watch them, while I clean. DON'T DO DRUGS HERE" M/n sternly spoke with such malice in his voice. Sanzu gulped and gave him a thumbs up.
M/n nodded but was still suspicious of Sanzu. His sons can be a delinquent all they want but drugs are out of the line.
"Don't worry, I won't even let them have a whiff of my drugs" Sanzu reassured the adult who resumed his work. The pink-haired male went over to the couch where the Haitani were currently sitting.
Ran and Rindou made sure to create a distance between them and the addict. Both are weirded out by his constant giggles while watching the news.
'Yeah, he's definitely high...'
Meanwhile, M/n kept a close eye on the male, making sure he was not popping pills while he was beside the two.
He cleaned the living room, making sure it was spik and spam. Grabbing the edge of the couch and lifting it to vacuum the debris under the furniture.
Looking at his hard work, he could only then sigh in relief after he finished. The male can finally take a shower and get rid of the sticky mess he's in.
"Watch them, all right?"
"Okay~"
M/n squinted his eyes, glancing at the grin the addict was displaying on his stupid face. Knowing that Sanzu must've had something in his head, he rephrases his demand.
"boys, Watch him"
The two scoffed, not bothering to follow his word nor wanting something to do with Sanzu. Who wants to, right?
M/n could only hope the house would be in one piece when he exited the bathroom. He doesn't want to clean again if that happens.
He sighs heavily, feeling a rising headache already just by thinking about it. He figures that having a hot shower will calm his nerves down.
M/n removes his clothes, revealing his smooth
S/c underneath the silk.
His hands draped over to find the shower wheel, he turns on the water as steam emerges from the said hot water.
He let the steam fog up the glass first before hopping in the shower. His mind wanders about the possibilities of any danger that may occur during his absence, he feels as if a storm is brewing, lurking in the dark.
He didn't like that.
Hopefully, the three of them behave.
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"Hey," Ran nudged the sleeping Sanzu with his foot, causing him to stir awake.
"Hm?" Sanzu groggily awoke from his tiny slumber, he lifted his head to stare the oldest sibling in the eyes.
"What, brat?" Sanzu clicked his tongue, already in a bad mood which Ran rudely brushed off.
"Do you know who M/n was back then?" Ran asks—no. Demanded an answer.
"Hm? You don't even know your own father's past? For how many years have you been living with him?" Sanzu asks in disbelief, rubbing his eyes.
"shut it, just tell us the answer" Rindou glared at him The overwhelming urge to break his limbs clawed at his mind, but he forced it down, swallowing the violent impulse.
"M/n... He was an interesting person when I first met him. Sadistic, yet a masochist when it came to—" Sanzu trailed off, his voice growing sluggish as exhaustion weighed down his body. His drowsiness was finally catching up with him, threatening to drag him into unconsciousness.
After all, what was the point in telling them that he had once shared a bed with M/n when they were just reckless teenagers? That was a memory meant for him and him alone. No one else needed to know that part of his past.
"What?" The disbelief in the younger male’s voice was evident, his brows furrowing as he stared at Sanzu.
"I said give me one. I wanna take a hit," M/n demanded, extending his hand expectantly.
Sanzu hesitated. His fingers tightened slightly around the joint before reluctantly passing it over. "You sure? This isn't your regular weed. It has—"
Before Sanzu could finish his warning, M/n had already snatched it from him, bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply. The moment the acrid smoke hit his lungs, something inside him cracked. Tears welled up in his eyes, then spilled over, his whole body trembling with the weight of his grief.
"They're gone, Sanzu... they're gone!" His voice broke, raw and desperate.
Sanzu didn’t need to ask who. He already knew.
M/n’s parents had been brutally murdered, their lives stolen by a group of delinquents who found amusement in slaughtering innocent people. And while they were dying, M/n had been fighting some gang—completely unaware that his world was being torn apart elsewhere.
The realization crushed him.
A lump formed in his throat, and his chest tightened with suffocating guilt. It was his fault. If he hadn't been so deep in this delinquent life, if he had been home, maybe—just maybe—they would still be alive.
A sickness churned in his gut. He wanted to curl up and disappear.
Then, suddenly, warmth engulfed him. A pair of arms wrapped around his shaking form, pulling him close. He didn’t fight it. He had no strength left to resist.
Sanzu held him tight. "Don't cry… Hurts, doesn’t it?" His voice was softer than usual, stripped of his usual mockery. "It’s gonna get worse if you keep thinking about it."
M/n sucked in a shaky breath. "I just... I don’t know what to do, Sanzu. They never did anything wrong. They didn't deserve this! Why them?! Why not me?! I was the one they should have taken!"
His sobs tore through the dimly lit room, rattling Sanzu to the core. He had never seen M/n like this—so utterly broken, so vulnerable. It unsettled him.
"Shh... just breathe, okay? Deep breaths." He ran a hand down M/n’s back in slow, soothing circles. The action seemed to ground him, if only for a moment.
M/n took another deep drag from the joint, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into the air. His parents had always hated his smoking habit, so he had quit for them. Four months sober, gone in an instant. But did it even matter anymore? He had no one left to disappoint.
"Don't overdo it," Sanzu warned, eyeing him warily.
But M/n ignored him. Instead, he grabbed a random bottle of liquor from the table and downed it in heavy gulps. The burning sensation was almost welcome. it was better than the pain gnawing at his soul.
Sanzu sighed. He had seen people drink themselves stupid before, but something about watching M/n drown himself in drugs and alcohol unsettled him.
Still, he didn’t stop him. Who was he to stop him?
Within an hour, M/n was sprawled on the leather couch, his body half-limp, his fingers still gripping the joint as if it were his last lifeline. His expression was hazy, pupils blown wide.
"You look awful," Sanzu muttered, tossing him a cold drink. "Here. Got it from my dealer."
M/n accepted the glass but barely registered Sanzu’s words. A faint heat was spreading through his body, a deep, burning sensation. He shifted, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
"Ugh... I feel hot..."
"That’s the alcohol. You should slow down."
"No... not that kind of hot..." M/n’s fingers twitched, gripping at the couch as a faint whimper escaped his lips.
Sanzu blinked, suddenly suspicious. He reached for the weed M/n had been smoking, taking a slow, deliberate inhale. The familiar aftertaste hit his tongue immediately.
Liquid ecstasy.
"You fucking idiot," Sanzu groaned, facepalming. "You've been smoking weed laced with ecstasy?"
M/n barely reacted. He was too lost in the drug’s effects, his body shivering slightly.
"How... how do I make it stop?" he whispered.
Sanzu exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "You don't. You just have to ride it out."
M/n swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "I feel... so hot... I can't—" He looked down at himself, frustration clear in his voice. "Fuck, Sanzu, I can't make it stop."
Sanzu snorted. "Then go jerk off somewhere, dumbass. Or find someone willing to help you out."
M/n turned his bleary eyes toward him. "I don’t want a stranger..."
Here they are, both moaning like animals as Sanzu jerks the both of them, his hand gliding over their hard-ons between steamy kisses, melding their tongues together.
"Haah... faster," M/n whimpered, ragged breaths escaping his lips. He urged Sanzu to fasten his pace.
"Stop moving... so much," Sanzu quivered when M/n began to move his hips, grinding his cock with Sanzu’s.
"Ahh... haah... ngh~" M/n began the waterworks as he tore up unknowingly. Sanzu couldn't guess if it was from pleasure or grief.
"Hic— ugh... a-ahh—" Sanzu held M/n tighter, letting him drape his head over his shoulder while he did the work.
His hand began to move quickly when he felt himself getting closer.
"A—AHhh—!" Sanzu bit the inside of his cheek when M/n bit down on his neck as he hit climax.
"Jeez... Are you feeling all right now?" Sanzu huffed, gently grabbing M/n's cheek to check up on his expression.
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Soft hiccups and quiet sobs filled the dimly lit room, the sound barely audible over the faint crackling of a cigarette burning between Sanzu’s fingers. Beside him lay a certain H/C-haired male, curled up in exhaustion, his body still trembling slightly from the remnants of intoxication. They hadn't done anything explicit. Sanzu had simply helped M/N find relief until the effects of the drug wore off.
There was no way in hell he was going to take advantage of a mourning man.
M/N was already buried under the weight of grief, drowning in sorrow that no amount of alcohol, drugs, or reckless indulgence could erase. Sanzu might have been an addict, but he wasn’t completely devoid of morals. He knew boundaries.
M/N, on the other hand, couldn’t escape the haunting memories of his parents’ deaths, no matter how much he tried to numb himself. His mind throbbed, his body ached, everything hurt. It was suffocating. It was unbearable.
If his parents could see him now… what would they say?
"I’m disappointed in you." Probably.
"You’re gay?" Unlikely.
"Turn your life around—this isn’t what we wanted for you." That sounded like something his mom would say.
"Boy, get up and be a man." Ah, Pops. Always so fucking funny.
His spiraling thoughts were interrupted by the sudden press of something cold against his cheek. He flinched slightly, snapping back to reality as Sanzu’s voice broke the silence.
“Drink this. It’s for hangovers.”
M/N blinked up at him before hesitantly pushing himself into a sitting position, despite how drained he felt. His limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by exhaustion and regret. He took the herbal tea from Sanzu’s hand, the warmth of the cup contrasting against his chilled fingers. He took a sip, allowing the soothing taste to wash over his tongue and settle in his stomach. It helped. Maybe only a little, but it helped.
"Listen..." M/N muttered, his voice hoarse and laced with shame. "Forget about what happened earlier... I wasn’t in the right mind to act like that."
He wasn’t the type to lose control like this. Normally, he was composed, rational, always thinking things through before acting. But today had been different. Today had been overwhelming, too much to process, too much to handle.
Sanzu exhaled deeply, smoke curling from his lips as he leaned back against the couch. “It’s alright,” he murmured, though his tone carried something unreadable. “Your behavior was… you know. But at least I didn’t leave you alone. If I had, someone else might’ve seen you like that—and who knows what they would’ve done to your sorry ass.”
M/N let out a dry chuckle, though it lacked any real amusement. “Thanks…” He hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his voice softer this time. “Um… could you… help me get home?”
He wasn’t sure if he was asking too much, but right now, he just needed someone. Anyone. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to be alone.
Sanzu waved him off nonchalantly. “Oh, I already called your friend to pick you up. No worries.”
M/N blinked in confusion as Sanzu slid something across the table toward him. His phone.
His brows furrowed slightly as he reached for the device. “Who did you call—”
The door suddenly burst open.
“M/N!” A frantic voice filled the room, cutting him off. The next thing he knew, a familiar figure was rushing toward him, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead as if he had been running around in search of him.
Shinichiro.
M/N’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted.
"You... called him...?"
“Yep,” Sanzu replied lazily, flicking the ashes off his cigarette. “Don’t worry—I only told him you got drunk. Nothing more.”
Shinichiro’s eyes finally landed on M/N, widening with both relief and frustration. “M/N! Oh, dear god, you had me worried sick! What the hell were you thinking?! Drinking and taking drugs?! Are you out of your damn mind?!”
M/N flinched at the scolding, averting his gaze. He had expected this, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.
“He’s sober now,” Sanzu chimed in, giving a dismissive wave. “No need to stress too much. Just get him home safely.”
Shinichiro let out a heavy sigh before stepping forward and wrapping an arm securely around M/N’s waist, supporting him as he struggled to stand. “Damn it, M/N… I know you’re mourning, but you didn’t have to do all this,” he muttered under his breath. “Come on. You’re staying at my place tonight.”
M/N didn’t resist as Shinichiro guided him toward the door, his body weak and drained. He didn’t have the energy to argue. He barely had the strength to stand.
As the two disappeared through the exit, Sanzu leaned back against the couch, watching them go with unreadable eyes. He sighed, dragging a hand down his face before reaching for the shot glass in front of him.
He downed it in one go, then popped another pill into his mouth.
“…I’m still hard,” he muttered to himself, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips.
They hadn’t technically had sex, but to Sanzu, it kind of felt like they had.
Ran, on the other hand, was growing impatient with how the addict was acting. His irritation was evident in the way his fingers drummed against his knee, his jaw tight with frustration.
“A sadist? A masochist? What the fuck was that nonsense?!” Ran seethed internally, barely holding back his exasperation. That wasn’t even close to the damn question he had asked.
His patience finally snapped. He grits his teeth and jabs a finger in Sanzu’s direction. “What the hell are you rambling about? No! I meant his background!” he pressed, his voice sharp. “Do you even know anything about him? Like—”
Before he could finish, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open interrupted him.
"Sorry, I took too long."
M/n’s voice cut through the room as he stepped out, towel draped around his shoulders, casually patting his damp hair. His sharp eyes swept across the scene in front of him. Ran perched on the armrest of the couch, arms crossed with a knowing smirk; Rindou half-sprawled across the cushions, lazily watching TV; and Sanzu… snoring.
A soft sigh left M/n’s lips as he leaned against the back of the couch. "Ah… he's asleep."
The Haitanis refused to meet his gaze. Suspicious. M/n pursed his lips before shifting his attention back to the unexpected guest.
He raised his hand.
—SMACK!
A loud groan followed as Sanzu jolted awake, cradling his now-red cheek. "What the fuck, man?"His bleary mismatched eyes locked onto M/n in pure disbelief.
"You hit my face? My beautiful fucking face?"
M/n arched a brow. "Correctio, your face is in my house, uninvited. Consider that your entry fee."
Sanzu scoffed, rubbing his cheek but grinning nonetheless.
"Damn. You could’ve just asked me to leave."
"Would you have listened?"
Silence. Then Sanzu grinned wider.
"Nope."
M/n shook his head, amusement flickering across his features before he leaned down, resting his arms on the back of the couch. "So? What do you want?"
Sanzu's grin turned lopsided. "Came to see if you wanna hang out."
M/n hummed, unconvinced. "And where exactly?"
Sanzu’s fingers reached up without hesitation, brushing against M/n’s cheek.
"My favorite place, of course."
"The bar?"
"The bar."
M/n let out a soft scoff, letting Sanzu’s fingers linger against his skin. "You really haven’t changed."
"And you have?" Sanzu shot back, eyes flicking over M/n’s face—his softened expression, the faintest trace of warmth behind his teasing smirk. "Nah. You’re still you."
That made something in M/n’s chest twist, but he ignored it, rolling his eyes."What am I even gonna do in a bar?"
Sanzu thought for a second before smirking. "That would ruin the fun if I told you."
M/n didn’t miss the shift in his tone, the subtle way Sanzu leaned in, like he was hoping for something—something familiar, something reckless. The weight of an old memory settled between them: the heat of neon lights, the burn of liquor, the blur of bad decisions.
M/n exhaled. "Tch. My schedule is full."
Sanzu barely had time to react before M/n continued, smirking.
"But I'll squeeze you in."
Sanzu froze. His breath hitched, a slight pink dusting his ears before he immediately backpedaled.
"S—sure. Please do." He stumbled to his feet, suddenly too flustered to function.
"A-anyway! That’s all I wanted to ask. I should go. Y—yeah,bye!"
He barely made it to the door without colliding with the wall.
"Careful now," M/n called out, lips twitching. "Don’t wanna wake the neighbors."
A small, hurried 'ok' was the last thing Sanzu mumbled before slipping outside.
M/n sighed, shaking his head. Some things never change.
Ran, who had been eavesdropping from a distance, narrowed his eye towards M/n, processing the conversation he heard from the two.
what could they do to make Sanzu talk—
oh.
heh.
Ran snapped his fingers, earning Rindou's attention.
"Rindou, i think we have a plan"
A/N: Eat up, lmao
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