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Shin had always been a light sleeper, too many thoughts, too much softness but this morning, he didn’t want to wake up.
Not when Saint’s arms were still around him like a blanket, not when his breath was warm against Shin’s neck, not when his hand was still resting low on Shin’s waist like he belonged there. Like he’d never belonged anywhere else.
But of course, he stirred. Eyelashes fluttered. He shifted under the weight of pink comforters and plushies until he could look up, see Saint still dozing, his lashes long, mouth slightly parted in sleep.
Unfair, Shin thought. Even asleep he looks like a boy you’d write diary entries about.
So he did the only reasonable thing.
He kissed him awake.
Just once. Soft. Pressed to the corner of his mouth. Barely there.
Saint made a low sound, half-groan, half-murmur. “Mm gud.”
Shin blinked. “Huh?”
“Do it again. Felt good.”
He was still half-asleep, voice gravelly and stupidly hot. Shin should’ve been embarrassed. But instead, he leaned down again, this time fully on Saint’s lips, lingering. When he pulled back, Saint’s eyes finally opened, slow and warm and full of something Shin wasn’t used to seeing so bare.
“You’re a menace.” Saint whispered.
“I’m your menace.” Shin replied, smug and pink cheeked.
Saint pulled him down again, kissed him harder this time, with sleep still clinging to the edges of his mouth.
It felt lazy and honest and like they could stay here all day. Maybe they would’ve, if Shin’s stomach hadn’t growled loudly between them.
They both paused. Then burst out laughing.
Saint leaned back with a grin, poking Shin’s tummy. “Wanna tell me what that was about?”
“You.” Shin pouted, “Forgot to feed your delicate boyfriend breakfast in bed.”
Saint blinked. “Boyfriend?”
Shin froze. Then blinked, too. “Shit.”
They stared at each other.
“You said it.” Saint said slowly, voice curling into a smile.
“I did.” Shin whispered, like he’d broken a rule. “I didn’t even mean to- well I did, just not yet- I mean-”
Saint rolled him under the covers, pinning him gently, their noses brushing.
“Say it again.”
Shin squirmed. “You’re making it weird.”
“I like it weird. Say it.”
Shin’s lips curved. “Boyfriend.”
Saint kissed him for every syllable. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
By afternoon, the novelty of new old love had not worn off. If anything, it had grown worse. More insufferable. More obvious.
At school, they walked in holding hands.
Not brushing. Not almost. Fully, openly like it had never even been a question.
Some girl dropped her water bottle. A guy actually gawked.
Shin ignored it all, chin high, lip gloss glistening, hair perfect. Saint looked slightly more flustered but he didn’t let go.
“Think we’re subtle?” he whispered.
“We’re never subtle.” Shin replied, sipping his milk tea. “We’re fabulous.”
“True.”
At lunch, Shin sat in his lap like it was normal. Saint fed him strawberries. A teacher walked by and did a double take. They did not care.
Later, Shin stood alone by the bathroom mirror, retouching his gloss. A pause hit him then he stared at his reflection, the way his fingers trembled just slightly.
Being Saint’s almost everything was easy. But now he was his everything. That felt big. Heavy. Real.
“You okay?” Saint’s voice came from behind. Of course he’d followed. He always did.
Shin blinked at him in the mirror. “What if I mess this up?”
Saint leaned against the sink beside him, stealing the lip gloss to reapply it on Shin himself, delicate, focused like every swipe meant something.
“Then we mess up together.” he said simply. “And we kiss until it stops feeling like a mess.”
Shin turned slowly. “You really like kissing me, huh?”
Saint nodded. “It’s my new favorite hobby.”
Shin smirked. “Better than bubblegum?”
Saint kissed him again, just to prove it.
That night, they were back in Shin’s room. No math homework done. No care given.
Shin straddled him lazily, oversized tee slipping off one shoulder, hair tousled from too many kisses. Saint’s fingers were under the hem of his shirt, not quite touching, just resting there, warm and careful.
“You know you still haven’t called me your boyfriend.” Shin whispered, feigning offense.
Saint’s hands moved to his waist. “Oh, my bad.”
He kissed Shin’s neck, slow. “Mine.”
His collarbone. “My boy.”
His jaw. “My best friend.”
Shin melted against him, face flushed, breath caught.
Saint grinned. “There. Better?”
Shin kissed him until they forgot how to speak.
Outside the window, the city buzzed. But inside Shin’s room, it was just them.
Pastel blankets. Strawberry lip balm. Tangled limbs. Whispered names.
Something soft. Something sacred. Something sealed with pink sugar kisses.
And they were just getting started.
- The End -