BOYFRIENDS
Saint POV
The warmth of Shin in my arms lingered as we trudged through the rain-soaked streets back to my house. His presence beside me felt surreal, like a dream I'd been too afraid to have, now blooming in the chill of the storm. Every so often, I stole glances at him—the way his wet bangs clung to his forehead, his lips slightly parted as he caught his breath. Even drenched and scowling, he was beautiful in a way that made my chest ache.
When we finally reached my house, the rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle. I pushed the door open, still holding his hand, reluctant to let go. His clothes clung to him from the rain, and he shivered softly, trying to mask it. I wanted to say something, to tease him even, but I couldn't. All I could feel was relief—pure, overwhelming relief that he was here with me, that he hadn't walked away when I spilled my heart to him.
I noticed everything about him—his little movements, the way he refused to meet my eyes as if that would hide his discomfort.
I dropped my keys onto the counter and turned to him. His lips were slightly parted, his breath uneven and that faint flush from earlier still lingered on his cheeks. Before I could stop myself, I stepped closer, my arms instinctively wrapping around him from behind pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
He stiffened at first, glancing around nervously. "Saint—" His voice wavered as I pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck . "Saint—I didn't let him finish. Pressing another soft kiss to the nape of his neck, I murmured, "Shh. You're freezing. Let me warm you up." My arms tightened around his waist, and for a moment, he didn't pull away. I felt his body tense, the hesitation in his muscles, but there was something else too—a quiet surrender.
"Wait "he said, his voice sharper this time as he turned slightly, looking at me with a mix of panic and confusion. "Your dad—what if he's home? What if he sees—"
I pouted, slumping my shoulders dramatically. "He's not here. He's probably at the shop, like always. He won't even be back tonight."
Shin narrowed his eyes, suspicious. "You're sure? Because I don't feel like explaining why your son is hanging off me like a lovesick puppy."
I grinned, unbothered by his jab. Leaning my chin on his shoulder like a spoiled child, I said with no shame, "Well, I am a lovesick puppy."
Shin rolled his eyes, but the faint twitch of his lips betrayed him. "Why do you always think I'm so careless?"
"Because you are." he retorted, but before he could wriggle free, I pressed a playful kiss to his temple. "You're no fun." I teased, pouting.
"Still—" he started, but I didn't let him finish. Grabbing his waist, I pulled him closer, a mischievous grin lighting up my face.
"Relax, Shin. It's just you and me." I whispered softly, leaning in until our breaths mingled. My heart raced in a way that only he could make happen. But just as our lips were about to meet, he let out an unexpected sneeze.
The sound startled both of us, and I froze. "Shin! You're going to catch a cold!" I exclaimed, panicking. He barely had a chance to protest before I sprinted toward the bathroom, grabbing the fluffiest towel I could find.
When I returned, he was still standing there, looking bewildered and slightly embarrassed as faint flush coloring his cheeks. "Saint—seriously—it's just a sneeze—"
When I came back, I didn't wait for permission—I started dabbing at his wet hair, determined to get him dry. My hands moved instinctively, brushing gently through his damp hair. The strands clung to my fingers, soft and cold, and I couldn't stop myself from savoring the closeness.
"Saint, I can do it myself," he muttered, his tone laced with his usual annoyance. But I could hear the softness beneath it, and I knew he wasn't as upset as he pretended to be.
I ignored him, focusing on the droplets slipping down his temple. As I worked, his resistance melted. He sighed quietly, leaning ever so slightly into my touch. It was so subtle, so Shin, that it made my chest ache with tenderness.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he grumbled, but his tone a poor mask for the way his eyes betrayed him.
I grinned shamelessly. "Maybe" I admitted, my hands still moving over his hair. "But you're my responsibility now." I glanced down and caught the way his expression softened, his usual guardedness replaced with something raw and vulnerable. He wasn't used to this—being cared for, being fussed over. And that only made me want to do it more.
"Alright" I said finally, tossing the towel aside and taking a step back to admire my work. He looked ridiculous—his hair a fluffy mess, his face still tinged with embarrassment—but I couldn't stop the warmth spreading through me.
"Go freshen up," I said, my tone lighter now, though my chest still felt full. "I'll grab some dry clothes for you."
He nodded, his eyes lingering on mine for a beat longer than usual before he disappeared into the bathroom.
I heard the soft click of the bathroom door as Shin disappeared to shower, leaving me alone in the quiet room. The absence of his presence was startling, like the room itself had exhaled, but my thoughts clung to him, refusing to let go.
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I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers toying absently with the damp towel I had just used on him. The events of the evening played on a loop in my mind, each moment replayed with vivid clarity—the brush of his damp hair beneath my hands, the vulnerability in his eyes, the way he leaned into my touch without realizing it, his soft lips.
I closed my eyes, trying to steady my heartbeat. Loving Shin had always felt like the easiest and hardest thing I'd ever done. Easy because it came naturally, like breathing. Hard because I never knew if he'd feel the same. But tonight, everything had changed.
A soft laugh escaped me as I thought about the kiss—our first kiss, raw and impulsive, born out of a moment when neither of us could hold back anymore. I could still feel the way his lips had trembled against mine, hesitant but hungry, as if he'd been denying himself this for far too long.
And then his confession. Those quiet, almost broken words that still echoed in my mind :*I LOVE YOU, SAINT. I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, IDIOT...*
My chest tightened at the memory, and a giddy laugh escaped me. This was real. Shin was here, and he felt the same. It felt like I was living in a dream, but I didn't want to wake up. But This was real right? This wasn't a dream or some fantasy I'd been clinging to for years. Shin was here......
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The soft creak of the bathroom door opening drew my attention, My breath caught as Shin stepped out. The warm haze of the shower still clinging to him. His damp hair stuck to his forehead in messy strands, the faint blush on his cheeks betraying the heat he had just stepped away from. And he looked at me, half-awkward, half-shy.
He was wearing my clothes—my oversized sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants that dragged slightly on the floor. They drowned him, but somehow, on him, they looked perfect. He looked perfect.
For a moment, I couldn't do anything but stare. I was frozen, utterly mesmerized. There was something so achingly intimate about seeing him like this—like he belonged here, like he belonged with me.
And in that moment as I looked at him and I knew without a doubt: he wasn't just my dream come true. He was my everything.
This sight was so unexpectedly endearing that my breath hitched. I stared openly, like I'm witnessing a miracle.
"What?" Shin asked, his voice pulling me from my trance. His brow quirked up in curiosity, though his tone carried that hint of guardedness he always seemed to wear.
I blinked, startled "Nothing" I replied quickly, though my voice came out lower than I intended. "You just—" I trailed off, my lips curving into a grin I couldn't suppress. "You look cute".
I stared, unabashedly smitten. "You look good in my clothes," I said, my voice low and filled with joy.
Shin's cheeks flared pink, and he looked away, trying to mask the way his expression softened. He scoffed, an attempt to push away the compliment. "Don't get any ideas," he muttered, his voice teasing, though his blush betrayed him.
"Too late." The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I stepped closer, unable to resist. Before Shin could respond, I crossed the room in two quick strides. Shin tensed slightly, his gaze darting to mine, as if trying to figure out what I was planning.
Before he could pull away or deflect with one of his sharp remarks, I reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. My fingers lingered for a moment longer than they should have, but I couldn't help it. Touching him felt like grounding myself in something real.
"You're stuck with me now, remember?" I murmured, my voice softer than before, laced with something I wasn't sure I could name but knew he could feel.
Shin opened his mouth, likely to come up with a retort, but before he could, I leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. It was fleeting, but it sent a shock of warmth through me, as if every nerve in my body came alive.
His eyes widened in surprise, his lips parting slightly as he froze in place. And then his gaze snapped to mine, surprised and sharp, but not angry. I laughed, unable to help myself. His expression was priceless—vulnerable in a way he rarely let himself be.
"You're impossible," he muttered, finally regaining his composure. There was exasperation in his voice, but beneath it, I heard the warmth, the tenderness he tried so hard to hide.
"You love it," I teased, grinning as I stepped back slightly, giving him space.
But Shin wasn't done. His hand shot out, and before I could dodge, he poked my forehead—firm, but not painful. "And you're soaking wet," he said, his tone turning scolding. "Go shower before you catch a cold."
I blinked, startled by the sudden shift in his tone. "Nagging me already, huh? You sound like a mom."
"Someone has to keep you alive," he shot back , crossing his arms in that way he always did when he wanted to seem more annoyed than he actually was.
Shin glared at me, but the heat in his gaze wasn't anger. "Go" he said firmly, though his eyes softened, betraying the affection he tried so hard to hide. "I'm not nursing you back to health."
I sighed dramatically, throwing my hands up in mock surrender.
"Fine, fine." I turned toward the bathroom, glancing over my shoulder with a pout. "You're so bossy, you know."
"SAINT" He said, his voice low but steady, the warning clear.
As I stepped into the shower, I couldn't help but grin to myself because my chest felt lighter, warmer. I'd keep reminding myself , I'd stay by his side, teasing, loving and cherishing every moment until he couldn't hide anymore. Because Shin wasn't just a dream or a fleeting feeling for me. He is my everything.
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Shin POV
As Saint disappeared into the bathroom, the house fell into a comforting silence, broken only by the soft patter of water from the shower. I stood there for a moment, feeling the ghost of his touch on my forehead, the fleeting press of his lips against mine. My heart still hadn't settled, thudding erratically as I tried to make sense of everything that had just happened.
With a sigh, I wandered into his room, the familiar mess greeting me like an old friend. His clothes were draped over the back of a chair, an empty water bottle sat precariously on the edge of his desk, and there was a crumpled blanket tossed carelessly in the corner.
It was chaos—pure Saint.
And yet, it made me smile.
I flopped onto his bed, letting the mattress sink beneath me. The scent of him surrounded me, something clean and fresh, like rain and soap, mixed with a warmth that was just him , something uniquely Saint— . My fingers brushed against my lips as I stared at the ceiling, and I felt the warmth creep up my neck, spreading across my cheeks.
My First kiss. Our kiss..
We Kissed....
God, what had I gotten myself into?
I groaned, covering my face with both hands, but the memories wouldn't stop playing on a loop in my head. The way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that mattered. The way he touched me, gentle but unyielding. The way he smiled after, so smug and teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
"What am I doing?" I muttered to myself, my voice muffled against my hands. Saint was everything I wasn't—bold, reckless, overwhelming. He moved through life with this maddening confidence, this effortless charm, and he pulled me along in his orbit like I didn't have a choice.
But the worst part?
I didn't want to be anywhere else.
I turned my head to the side, staring at the wall, my thoughts spinning in circles. He was infuriating, impossible, him. And yet, I couldn't deny the way my heart clenched when I thought about the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel like I mattered, like I was enough.
The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts, and I shot up, suddenly restless. Saint's room felt too small, too intimate, like it was closing in around me.
And then he walked in.
Towel-drying his hair, water droplets still clinging to his skin, his shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders, Saint stepped into the room like he owned it. Like he owned me.
He glanced at me, a lazy grin spreading across his lips when he saw I was still sitting on his bed. His hair stuck up in damp spikes, and his bare feet padded softly against the floor as he crossed the room, entirely unaware of the chaos he left in his wake.
I couldn't look away.
My eyes traced the curve of his collarbone, the line of his jaw, the way his shirt clung to his damp skin in places. My heart thudded painfully, and I clenched my hands into fists against the bedspread, trying to steady myself.
This was ridiculous.
He was ridiculous.
And yet, as he turned to me, his grin softening into something warmer, something quieter, I couldn't bring myself to be annoyed.
Because no matter how hard I tried to fight it, Saint wasn't just under my skin.
He was in my heart.
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Saint POV
When I walked back into the room, towel in hand, the first thing I noticed was Shin sprawled out on my bed. He was staring at the ceiling, his lips curved into this small, dreamy smile. The kind of smile that made something twist in my chest, tightening in a way I wasn't used to.
I leaned against the doorframe, grinning. "You're back to staring," I teased, trying to keep my voice casual. "Do I look that good?"
Shin's head turned, and he rolled his eyes, the dreamy smile replaced by a mock glare. "You wish."
Undeterred, I crossed the room and flopped onto the bed beside him, resting my head on my hand as I looked at him. "Admit it," I said, smirking. "I'm good-looking. And a good kisser."
That earned me a snort. He turned his head to fully glare at me now, his eyebrows knitting together in mock irritation. "Good? You think highly of yourself."
I shrugged dramatically, letting my smirk widen. "Well, I do have plenty of practice."
His reaction was immediate. He froze, his glare sharpening as if he were trying to incinerate me with his eyes.
"PRACTICE?" he repeated, his voice dropping an octave, low and dangerous.
Uh-oh.
I backpedaled—internally, at least—but the devil in me couldn't resist poking the bear. I grinned, leaning back slightly. "Oh, you know," I said, waving my hand airily. "A kiss here, a kiss there. I've probably lost count by now."
His entire body went rigid, and for a moment, I wondered if I'd pushed too far.
"You what?" His voice shot up, and before I could blink, a pillow came flying at my face. It smacked me squarely, knocking me off balance as he sat up, glaring daggers at me.
"How could you not tell me this?" he demanded, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and—was that jealousy?
"Shin, wait—"
"How could you—"
I opened my mouth to explain, but another pillow hit me before I could get a word out.
"Hey!" I protested, laughing now as I grabbed a pillow for my own defense.
"It's not like I made a spreadsheet of every kiss I've ever had!"
"YOU," he said, pointing an accusing finger at me, "ARE THE WORST!"
I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face. Watching Shin get worked up like this was endlessly entertaining. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his cheeks puffed out slightly as he glared at me like I'd committed the ultimate betrayal.
"You're adorable when you're mad, you know that?" I teased, dodging the pillow he swung at me with surprising force.
"Don't you dare call me adorable!" he snapped, his voice sharp, though the way his lips twitched at the corners gave him away. He was trying so hard not to smile, and it was absolutely hilarious.
"Fine, fine," I said, holding my hands up in a mock surrender. "You're not adorable. You're ferocious. Like a tiny, angry kitten."
That did it. His glare darkened, and his scowl deepened as he wound up for another attack. I barely had time to block the pillow that came flying at my head.
"You're impossible!" he huffed, tossing the pillow aside as he crossed his arms over his chest. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes narrowed, and he looked like he was trying so hard to ignore me.
"And yet," I said, leaning in closer with a smug grin, "you're still here. Which means you like me. Admit it."
Shin turned his head sharply, refusing to look at me. His voice dropped into a grumble, too low for me to make out the words.
"What was that?" I leaned closer, my grin widening. "Did you just say you—"
"Shut up!" he snapped, shoving me back with both hands. His face was bright red now, and for good measure, he hurled one last pillow at me, which hit me square in the face.
I caught the pillow, laughing as I rubbed at my forehead. Even when he was furious, Shin was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
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Shin POV
I couldn't stop. The image of Saint kissing other people, holding them the way he held me—it made my blood boil.
"Relax, relax...! I'm kidding!" Saint's voice rang out, laced with laughter as he ducked another pillow I threw his way.
"Not funny!" I snapped, my face burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
"Shin, seriously, I was joking!" he said again, dodging yet another pillow.
"You're insufferable!" I yelled, grabbing his stupid Kuromi plushie and chucking it at him. He ducked, his grin only widening.
"Hey! Not Kuromi!" he gasped, feigning offense.
"You deserve it!" I shot back, grabbing the next thing I could find—a blanket this time—but before I could throw it, Saint lunged.
"Gotcha!" he said, catching my wrists mid-swing. I struggled, trying to free myself, but he was too fast. In one smooth motion, he shifted, pinning me to the bed.
"Let me go!" I hissed, glaring up at him.
"Not until you calm down," he said, his voice softer now but still annoyingly smug.
"How could you not tell me, I was your best friend?" I demanded, my voice trembling as my anger turned into something rawer. "How could you—how could you kiss other people and just not tell me? How—"
"Shin," he interrupted, his tone gentler this time. "Listen to me, Please."
"NO!" I snapped, twisting beneath him, but he didn't budge. "You don't get to laugh about this. You—"
"Shin," he said again, firmer this time, and the way he said my name made me pause.
"You're the only one in my heart," he said, his eyes locking with mine. "You've always been the only one."
I stilled beneath him, my chest heaving as his words sank in.
"You're my first. My only. My everything," he added, his voice barely above a whisper now.
Something in me broke at the sincerity in his eyes, the raw honesty in his voice. My anger dissolved, leaving behind an ache I couldn't name.
"You're an idiot," I muttered, my voice cracking.
"I know," he said, a small, lopsided grin tugging at his lips. "But I'm your idiot."
I glared at him, trying to hold onto my frustration, but it was useless. His stupid grin, his stupid words—they disarmed me completely.
My hands moved on their own, gripping the front of his shirt. Before I could stop myself, I yanked him down into a kiss.
It wasn't soft or tentative. It was raw, desperate, and filled with every emotion I couldn't put into words. Frustration, relief, longing—it all poured into that kiss.
Saint froze for a split second before melting into me, his hands loosening their grip on my wrists to cup my face instead. His touch was warm, grounding, and the way he kissed me back made my head spin.
When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless. His forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the faint tremble of his breath.
"You're impossible," I whispered, my voice still tinged with exasperation, but it lacked any real bite.
"And yet, you're still here," he murmured, his lips brushing mine in the faintest tease of a kiss.
"Shut up," I said, though my hands fisted in his shirt again, pulling him closer. "Just… shut up."
Saint laughed softly, and the sound made my chest ache in the best way. "Whatever you say, Shin," he whispered before leaning in to kiss me again. This time, it was slower, sweeter, but no less intense.
And for the first time, I let myself forget everything else. All that mattered was him.
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AU POV
The two of them lay tangled together on the bed, their breaths still uneven from the earlier chaos of the pillow fight and the kisses that followed. The room was dimly lit, the storm outside having calmed, leaving behind only the soft rhythm of rain tapping gently against the window.
Saint's arms were wrapped securely around Shin's waist, holding him close, as if afraid he might vanish. Shin's head rested on Saint's chest, listening to the steady, soothing beat of his heart.
Saint brushed a hand lazily through Shin's hair, his fingers combing through the soft strands . Saint pressed a tender kiss to the top of Shin's head, his lips lingering for a moment. The warmth of Shin against him felt right in a way that words couldn't describe. His voice broke the comfortable silence, soft and a little uncertain. "So…"he began, his voice soft but tinged with a bit of nervousness. "So...what are we now?"
Shin didn't respond immediately. Instead, he tilted his head up slightly, meeting Saint's gaze with a playful glint in his eyes. His lips twitched, the corners curling into a small, teasing smile. "Hmm… I don't know. Maybe rivals?"
Saint groaned, dropping his head back against the pillow dramatically. "Rivals? Seriously? After all that?"
Shin shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching as he fought back a grin. "What? You're the one who always teases me. Feels like a rivalry to me."
Saint gave him a flat look, though his lips quirked into a faint smile. "You're impossible."
"And yet you still like me," Shin countered this time, his voice light, though there was a flicker of shyness in his eyes.
Saint let out an exasperated laugh, catching Shin's hand before he could poke him again. "Be serious for once," he said, though his tone was gentle, laced with affection. "What are we?"
Shin hesitated for just a moment, his teasing facade softening as he shifted to meet Saint's gaze fully. The playfulness in his eyes gave way to something deeper, something raw and genuine. His voice dropped to a quiet murmur. "We're boyfriends."
The words hung in the air between them, warm and full of meaning. Saint's grin was immediate, bright and unrestrained, like sunshine breaking through the rain. "Boyfriends," he repeated, as if testing the word, making it real.
Before Shin could say anything more, Saint leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, tender kiss. It wasn't rushed or desperate like before—it was soft, lingering and filled with the quiet promise of everything they could be. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of their breaths mingling and the feel of each other's warmth. Shin's hand curled into Saint's shirt as he kissed him back, his heart pounding in his chest.
When they pulled apart, Shin's cheeks were faintly pink, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he rested his head back against Saint's chest, his voice soft. "Don't get cocky just because I said it." he muttered, though his tone lacked any real bite.
Saint chuckled, pressing another kiss to Shin's forehead. "Too late. You're stuck with me now. Forever"
Shin rolled his eyes, his smile growing despite himself. "I must have terrible luck."
"Terrible?" Saint feigned offense, his hand lightly tracing patterns on Shin's back. "You're the lucky one here, you know. Not everyone gets a boyfriend this handsome."
"Handsome? Debatable," Shin replied, his voice dry but his eyes sparkling with affection.
Saint gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "You wound me, Shin."
Shin chuckled, his laughter soft and airy, before he nestled closer, his fingers curling slightly into Saint's shirt. His voice dropped to a whisper, tender and filled with an honesty that made Saint's heart skip a beat. "I love you , Saint."
Saint's grip on him tightened, the words sinking into his heart. His lips are brushing against Shin's temple.
"I love you too."
The two of them lay there in silence, the weight of their words wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Slowly, their breathing evened out, their bodies relaxing as sleep began to take over.
And as they drifted off, tangled together under the soft glow of the night, the rain outside continued its gentle song, carrying their quiet confessions into the stillness of the world.
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Next Morning
Saint POV
The warmth of the morning sunlight seeped through the thin curtains, its soft glow painting the room in shades of gold. I stirred, the heaviness of sleep slowly giving way to a peaceful awareness. This is the best sleep I've gotten in a long time. My body felt deliciously heavy, cocooned in the soft sheets and the comforting weight of Shin's arm draped lazily around my waist.
For a moment, I stayed still, savoring the quiet. My eyes opened just enough to take in the sight before me. Shin was still fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful, lips slightly parted. His hair was a messy halo against the pillow, and his steady breaths brushed faintly against my chest.
He looked so calm, so perfect, like he belonged there in my arms. A warmth spread through my chest, a mix of affection and disbelief. How did I get so lucky?
My fingers itched to brush the strands of hair from his face, to trail along the curve of his cheek, but I didn't want to disturb him. Instead, I just watched, my heart full to bursting. As if sensing my thoughts, Shin stirred slightly, his fingers curling lightly against my side. The movement made me smile, a warmth blooming in my chest that I couldn't quite put into words.
But just as I was savoring the moment, something else made itself known.
A very real and very uncomfortable sensation.
I froze.
No, no, no… not now.
Panic rose in my chest as I registered exactly what was wrong. My breath caught, and I forced myself to stay perfectly still, not daring to move an inch lest I wake him.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, my eyes darting toward the ceiling as if pleading with the universe for mercy.
Because the last thing I wanted was for Shin to wake up and realize this.
Of all mornings...… Why this one?
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To Be Continued.......