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The apartment was quiet, except for the soft hum of the kettle and the faint patter of rain outside. Auren stood barefoot by the window, mug in hand, dressed in Ric’s oversized hoodie that swallowed his slender frame. The sleeves dangled past his fingers, but he didn’t care. It still smelled like Ric—tea leaves and morning sun.
From behind, arms slipped around his waist.
“You always watch the rain like it’s your first time seeing it,” Ric murmured against his neck, voice still thick with sleep.
Ren leaned back into him. “Because every time… it reminds me of the day I met you.”
Ric chuckled, warm and low. “The boy with the headphones.”
“The boy who stole my peace and gave me something softer instead.”
They stood like that for a while, just breathing together. The city outside was waking up slowly, unaware of the world they’d built—one where silence was a language only they understood.
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It had been three years since university. Three years since teasing turned into touching, and touching turned into something too big for either of them to name until it was already love.
Ren now worked at a publishing house. Ric, a freelance filmmaker, spent half his time editing at home and the other half filming little documentaries that no one paid for—but everyone cried over.
They’d filled their home with books, old film cameras, and too many coffee mugs. Ploy visited every weekend, still claiming the couch as hers. Auntie Mali had expanded her bakery, thanks to Ric’s promotional videos. Kao and Sun ran a tiny café near the beach. Tae and Film were... still chaotic. Still inseparable.
And Ren and Ric—
They’d become the kind of couple that didn’t need big gestures. They knew love in shared playlists, in the way Ric always left an extra scoop of cinnamon in Ren’s jar. In how Ren warmed Ric’s side of the bed when he was late from a shoot.
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“Hey,” Ric said, turning Ren in his arms. “You know how people say they weren’t looking for love when they found it?”
Ren raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“I was looking for you. Even before I knew you existed.”
Ren’s eyes softened. He placed his mug down and cupped Ric’s face. “I know.”
There was a quiet beat before Ric kissed him—slow, deep, familiar. The kind of kiss that didn’t rush. The kind that said, we have time. All the time in the world.
When they parted, Ric pulled something small from the drawer behind him. A box. Velvet. Simple.
Ren blinked. “Ric…”
“I don’t need a big speech,” Ric said, suddenly shy. “We already live together. We already fight about whose turn it is to do laundry. You already stole my hoodies and my heart. So... this is just a promise. That I’ll keep choosing you. Over and over. Even when you hog the blankets.”
Ren laughed through the tears in his eyes.
He didn’t even look at the ring before whispering, “Yes.”
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Outside, the rain kept falling.
Inside, a promise was made.
And somewhere in the quiet—
Two boys who once sat side by side on a campus bench realized:
They were always meant to be.
💙 Born to Be Yours — The End.
But maybe… it was really a beginning.
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