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🌙 The room was quiet again.
Ren lay on his side, eyes fixed on the soft glow of Ric’s night lamp, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. The bed was warm, and the air smelled faintly of fabric softener, paper, and something that had started to feel like home.
Ric's arm was draped casually over Ren’s waist, their legs tangled without thought—like the universe had aligned their bodies just right.
Ren had never shared a bed this way before. Not like this. Not with someone whose breath soothed his bones, whose fingers twitched in sleep like they were reaching for something even in dreams. For someone who barely spoke his feelings out loud, Ric had a way of saying everything without words.
And tonight, as he drifted somewhere between thought and sleep, Ren heard him mumble in a drowsy voice:
“Don’t move… mine…”
Ren froze.
Not out of fear.
But because his heart felt like it had just been gently shattered in the most beautiful way.
He turned slowly, the sheets rustling beneath him. Ric was still mostly asleep, brow soft, hand resting against Ren’s hoodie-covered stomach. He didn’t even know he’d said it.
Mine.
It wasn’t a confession. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t planned.
But it felt real. Real in a way that made Ren’s breath catch.
He whispered so softly that even the night barely heard it:
“…Yours.”
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🌤️ Morning came with laughter.
Ric, now very awake, nearly tripped over his own jeans trying to rush Ren out of bed.
“We’re late,” he muttered, brushing his teeth while texting their friend group and pulling on socks at the same time.
Ren, half-asleep and half-smiling, leaned against the doorframe, a toothbrush in hand. “You didn’t even set an alarm.”
“Because you said you’d do it,” Ric argued, grinning.
“I said I might do it.”
“You literally nodded!”
“I was falling asleep!”
They bumped shoulders in the hallway, both fighting back sleepy laughter. The air between them felt lighter today, like something had shifted. As if the invisible wall that had always existed—filled with hesitation and “what ifs”—was now just a memory.
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🚌 At school, their little bubble was interrupted by the noise of the outside world. Voices. Gossip. That one girl who always screamed across the hallway for no reason.
But something about the way Ric’s hand brushed Ren’s backpack strap felt like a quiet promise—We’re still us, even here.
They weren’t officially boyfriends. No one had said it. Not in those exact words. But the way Ric leaned toward him during lunch, asking if Ren wanted the last fry, or how his thigh pressed slightly against Ren’s under the table—those were quiet declarations.
“Hey,” Tobi grinned, sliding into his seat. “You guys look like you just came from a honeymoon.”
Ric shot him a lazy glare. “You look like you haven’t washed your face.”
“I overslept, okay?” Tobi laughed, sipping loudly from his iced coffee. “But seriously… you two?”
Ren blinked. “Us what?”
Tobi looked between them, then smirked. “Nothing. I’ll give you a week before Ric snaps and confesses with fireworks.”
Ric threw a crumpled napkin at his face.
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🖋️ That evening, Ren returned home for the first time in two days. His cousin Ploy was waiting on the couch with her usual bored expression, scrolling through her phone.
“You look like you just came back from a romance drama,” she said without looking up.
Ren paused. “What does that even mean?”
“You’re glowing.”
“I’m not glowing.”
“You’re literally glowing. It’s disgusting.”
Ren chuckled, cheeks pink. “Shut up.”
Ploy finally looked at him, her teasing expression softening. “He’s good to you?”
Ren nodded slowly, holding back a smile. “Yeah. He is.”
She nodded too. “Good. You deserve that.”
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🌌 Later that night, Ren found himself back in Ric’s room—just like the night before. Only this time, they weren’t as shy about it. Their laughter echoed softly against the walls as they picked a movie and threw pillows at each other until they were too tired to argue.
Ric lay on his side, elbow propped up, watching Ren with a look he didn’t even try to hide.
“What?” Ren asked, pretending to focus on the screen.
Ric shrugged. “Nothing. Just thinking.”
“About?”
Ric reached out, brushing his fingers across Ren’s cheek lightly. “You feel like the best part of my day.”
Ren’s heart flipped.
He didn’t answer at first—just leaned forward, kissing Ric softly, slowly, sweetly.
And when he pulled back, Ric was the one left breathless.
“You keep saying things like that without realizing,” Ren whispered. “It’s dangerous.”
Ric smiled against his forehead. “Maybe I do mean them… I just don’t know how to say it properly yet.”
Ren whispered into the crook of his neck, “You already do.”
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