It feels incredible when someone you love confesses their love back to you. It’s like winning the lottery. Everything inside you feels like dancing with joy and happiness.
A love confession makes you feel high and drunk. You feel like you're both flying and drowning in the love you just received. Some people respond immediately, while others take their time. But either way, the moment is filled with an overwhelming sense of elation and connection.
But Saint couldn’t respond to the confession right away. He was so shocked that he just froze, staring straight at Fighter with wide eyes. He couldn’t believe that Fighter said he loved him. Though he had always sensed Fighter’s love through his actions, hearing the words spoken aloud felt entirely different. It was both surprising and overwhelming, making the moment incredibly real and poignant.
"Fight..." Saint's voice was a soft whisper as he teared up, pulling Fighter into his arms.
They stayed like that for a minute, though for Fighter it felt like an eternity. Anxiety began to creep in, and he grew fidgety, worried that he might not get the answer he hoped for. Saint was taking his time, not saying anything, just crying in Fighter's arms. Fighter's mind filled with anxiety, and pain started to attack his heart. Maybe Saint didn't feel the same. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself and think positive thoughts.
Finally, Saint leaned back and held him by the shoulders, but Fighter didn't dare open his eyes yet, afraid of the possible rejection.
"Fight... I love you too. I love you so much, Fighter or Zee. Whoever you are, I love you."
Fighter immediately opened his eyes at those words—words he would cherish until death. Relief and overwhelming joy washed over him, and he cried like a baby. All his worries were for nothing. Of course, Saint loved him too. How could anyone not love a pure-hearted angel like Fighter?
The situation had shifted in an instant. Saint had calmed down, now cooing at Fighter to stop him from crying. Saint giggled softly at Fighter, who was sobbing like a baby.
"I love you, my crybaby angel," Saint whispered, wiping away all of Fighter's tears with his hands.
"Fight... Can I kiss you?"
Saint's heart began to pound at his own question. He prayed that Fighter would allow it, but if not, he would understand. He saw Fighter's eyes widen with panic, unable to meet his gaze.
"Uhmm... ye-yeah. Y-you c-can,"
Fighter stuttered at Saint's change in tone. It became deeper and more commanding, sending shivers down Fighter's spine. His eyes darted around the house, avoiding Saint's intense gaze. Each stolen glance at Saint was met with a look that suggested he wanted to devour Fighter whole. When he caught Saint smirking at him, he gulped.
Saint gently cupped Fighter's face, causing him to freeze. The touch was tender but firm, anchoring Fighter in the moment.
As Saint leaned closer, Fighter could hear not only Saint's heartbeat but also the rhythmic thudding of his own heart inside their chests. His breathing quickened as their lips came within inches of each other. He gasped softly when Saint's lips made contact with his own, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine.
Saint's lips moved gently, exploring the corners of Fighter's soft, untouched lips. Fighter, unsure of what to do, stayed still, overwhelmed by the new and intimate experience. This was his first kiss, and he had no idea how to respond.
When Saint's tongue lightly brushed against his lips, seeking entrance, Fighter felt the warmth of Saint's saliva against his upper lip. He let out a shaky breath, instinctively parting his lips slightly. Saint smiled and took this as an invitation and deepened the kiss, his tongue gently exploring Fighter's mouth.
Fighter's mind went blank as he focused on the sensation, the warmth, and the intimacy of the moment. He tentatively responded, mimicking Saint's movements as best as he could. Saint's hand cupped the back of Fighter's head, providing comfort and encouragement.
Fighter tried to move his trembling lips, following Saint's lead. Every move of their lips, Fighter at the same catching his breath. Their perfect noses bumping each other every move. Fighter's hands were on Saint's knees, gripping it lightly but with force. Saint's right hand shifts to hold Fighter's nape and pulled him in to make the kiss deeper. Fighter could not feel his body anymore like he's in the outer space floating at how good the kiss was and how good Saint at kissing. Saint nip and suck his lower lip that made Fighter lightly yelp at the pain. Saint's hand slowly travel down to Fighter's chest, that making his wings suddenly slammed upward while Saint kneads his right chest. Fighter felt an electricity that made his wings show by its own.
Saint was startled by the sound and the rush of wind as Fighter's wings unfurled. He pulled back slightly, his lips still moist from their kiss, and took a moment to catch his breath. He licked his lips, tasting the mixture of his and Fighter's saliva, then swallowed hard. His gaze shifted to Fighter's wings, now restored to their original color, the same hue he remembered from when he first saw them—vibrant and whole, not tinged with gray as they had been when he left. Emotion welled up inside him at the sight, and he felt tears threaten to spill over. Fighter was truly back.
"Sorry... It came out on its own," Fighter apologized, covering his face in embarrassment at the sudden interruption.
"You need some practice in controlling them," Saint teased gently, finding Fighter's shy demeanor adorable. He gently removed Fighter's hands from his face and held them between their laps instead.
"Will you tell me what happened?" Saint asked, settling himself comfortably on the floor as his legs had gone numb from kneeling. Fighter followed suit, sitting comfortably beside him.
"All memories from my past... I remember them now," Fighter began.
"When?" Saint was taken aback by the revelation.
"Remember that Sunday, when you were in a hurry to leave..." Fighter paused, waiting for Saint's acknowledgment if he recalled the moment. Saint nodded, encouraging him to continue.
"I was so curious about Zee Pruk Panich, so I searched his name on the internet. Then I saw a particular picture, and that's when I remembered everything... who I was and how I... died."
Fighter explained how that particular Sunday, Saint was supposed to stay home but ended up at a restaurant with another girl. Fighter, curious about this Zee person who resembled him, impulsively searched his name on his phone. Without much thought, he typed "Zee Pruk Panich" into the search bar. Instantly, numerous articles about Zee flooded the screen. He clicked on the top search result, and as soon as the page loaded, a sharp pain shot through his head. The image of Zee's face triggered a chaotic surge of memories, hurling Fighter back into his past in a matter of seconds. The sudden rush of recollection left him dizzy and on the verge of nausea.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Saint was taken aback by Fighter's revelation. He couldn't understand why Fighter had kept this information to himself.
"B-because you were busy. You had no time for me," Fighter stammered, unsure of his words.
"I'm sorry, Fighter..." Saint's remorse was evident. He realized how consumed he had been with work and his mother's affairs during that time.
"Saint, I think I've seen you before," Fighter grinned suddenly, recalling a memory from his past.
"Huh? When?" Saint furrowed his brow in confusion. He couldn't recall ever meeting Zee Pruk Panich before. While he knew about the Panich family, Zee's face was unfamiliar to him.
"I was actually close with your father..."
"What?!" Saint's eyes widened at the mention of his late father.
