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Never Again

Not myth accurate but this is how I imagined Zayne and MC conversation if they both remembered their previous lives and the repeated sacrifices of Zayne.

MC sat frozen, her breath uneven, as memories crashed into her like waves—memories of lifetimes she had never recalled until now.

A battlefield soaked in blood.

Zayne, standing in front of her, his back straight, his hands steady even as death loomed over him.

His body falling—again, and again, and again—always with the same words

"Live, MC. Even if I’m not with you—live."

Her stomach twisted.

Footsteps.

A shadow at the doorway.

Then—his voice. Low, careful. “MC?”

She snapped her head up, her eyes meeting Zayne’s. He was still the same, standing tall in his dark coat, his piercing gaze locked onto her with quiet intensity. But the second he saw the look on her face, his expression darkened with concern.

“You’re crying,” he said, stepping forward. “What happened?”

MC’s hands trembled as she grabbed his wrist, gripping it hard. “Zayne,” she choked out, her voice raw. “How many times?”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

She inhaled shakily. “How many times have you died for me?”

Zayne’s entire body went still.

His grip on her shoulder stiffened for just a fraction of a second before he quickly schooled his expression into something unreadable.

“…That doesn’t matter.” His voice was even, carefully controlled. “The past is—”

“It does matter.”

Zayne flinched at the fury in her voice. He had seen MC upset before, had even been on the receiving end of her stubbornness—but never like this. Never with so much raw, unfiltered pain.

She gripped the front of his coat, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Do you think I want to live in a world without you? Do you think your sacrifice means anything if I have to wake up alone every single time?”

Zayne’s jaw tightened. “…MC.”

“I remember everything now.” Her voice cracked. “I remember how you always made that choice for me. How you left me behind again and again.”

Silence.

Because yes—he had done it. A thousand times over.

And he would do it again in a heartbeat.

“I don’t regret it,” he admitted, his voice low, almost hesitant.

MC’s heart stopped.

Her hands fell from his chest and clenched into fists at her sides. “You—”

“If it means you survive?” He tilted his head, his jaw set, his gaze sharp. “I would die a thousand times over.”

MC’s chest ached.

Not just from anger. Not just from grief.

From the realization.

“You think you’re being selfless,” she whispered, “but you’re not.”

Zayne’s gaze flickered—just slightly. “MC—”

“No.” Her voice rose, raw with emotion. “You tell yourself it’s for me, that you’re saving me—but this isn’t just about me, is it?”

His jaw tightened.

MC stepped closer, eyes burning. “You don’t just do it to protect me—you do it because you can’t bear to watch me die.”

Zayne’s breath hitched.

“You’re not just saving me,” she continued, voice shaking. “You’re saving yourself from the pain of losing me.”

His hands clenched into fists. “That’s not—”

“It is.”

Her words struck deep.

“You think you’re the one making the sacrifice,” she whispered, “but you’ve never been the one left behind, have you?”

Silence.

Zayne’s breath was uneven now, his control slipping.

“You die thinking it’s for my sake,” MC continued, her voice trembling. “And I’m the one who has to live with it.”

Zayne’s eyes darkened.

Her words cut too deep.

Too close to the truth he had never wanted to face.

She wasn’t supposed to remember.

She wasn’t supposed to know.

But now that she did—

“Don’t you dare do it again.” MC’s voice broke, but her resolve never wavered. “If you ever sacrifice yourself for me again—I will follow you.”

His world stopped.

Zayne’s face went pale. His lips parted slightly, as if to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

Then—

His expression shattered.

His breath hitched as his body stiffened, his pupils constricting in sheer, unfiltered horror.

“No.” His voice was low, almost desperate.

MC’s hands curled into his coat, her own eyes burning. “Yes.”

His fingers trembled before he grabbed her wrists, gripping them tight. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” she shot back without hesitation.

Zayne’s heart slammed against his ribs.

This wasn’t an empty threat. This wasn’t just anger.

She meant it.

And that scared him more than any battle, any war, any death he had ever faced.

“You think I’m selfish?” MC continued, her voice breaking. “Then so are you!”

Zayne’s jaw tightened.

“If you think I’ll just sit there and watch you die for me, then you don’t know me at all.” Her voice was trembling now, but there was no hesitation. “If you leave me behind again, Zayne—I will find you in the afterlife myself.”

His worst fear.

His absolute. Worst. Fear.

His hands shot up, gripping the sides of her face, forcing her to look at him. His breathing was ragged, his normally icy composure completely gone.

“Don’t,” he rasped. “Don’t you dare say that.”

MC swallowed hard, her own breath coming in shaky gasps.

“I’m serious,” she whispered.

“So am I.” His grip tightened, his fingers trembling against her skin. “MC, you don’t understand. If something happens to you—” He swallowed, voice raw. “I can’t—I won’t—”

Her lips parted, her anger fading into something softer.

Something more vulnerable.

“…Then stop making me feel the same way.”

Zayne’s breath caught in his throat.

MC lifted her hands and placed them over his, gently squeezing them. “If you love me,” she whispered, “stay with me.”

Zayne let out a shaky exhale, his forehead pressing against hers.

“Always,” he murmured, his voice barely above a breath. “I swear it.”

And this time—this lifetime—he meant it.

This man needs to stop sacrificing himself istg Im gonna crash out if he sacrifice himself one more time.

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Can someone please help me find ikon fanfic where as Hanbin is an underground fighter and the girl is a nurse? I read it long time ago so I couldn't remember much about the plot line or title but I do remember it very angst and smut

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I just wish this happens tbh..

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