Fluffy Oneshots

You Still Look Like Mine

The honeymoon suite smelled like roses and regret.

Thyme stood by the window, tux collar loosened, champagne untouched. The woman he'd married—a gentle family friend—was in the next room, fixing her hair, unaware that the man she'd married had buried his heart years ago.

With Kavin.

He was supposed to be dead.

Thyme had cried for months, cursed the skies, held onto Kavin's last hoodie like a lifeline. His parents told him it was a car accident. No funeral. No body. Just ashes, they said. It was better that way.

So he moved on.

Or tried to.

That night, in the hotel lobby, a conference banner flapped quietly near the elevator:

"Global Tech Meet 2025 – 3rd Floor"

Thyme didn't care—until he saw a figure step out of the elevator.

Familiar walk. Same navy shirt. That hair.

His heart stopped.

"Kavin?" he whispered, half choking.

The man paused, turned—and their eyes met.

It was him.

Alive.

Breathing.

Real.

Thyme rushed forward, grabbing Kavin by the arm.

"You're—you're not dead."

Kavin looked just as stunned. He blinked, his eyes already brimming. "No. I never was."

Thyme stared, his hands trembling. "They told me... accident... no recovery... I—"

Kavin gave a sad smile, eyes watery. "They didn't want me near you. They thought I ruined your future. Said I wasn't good enough. They made me leave. Said you'd be better off grieving than rebelling."

Thyme staggered back.

"So they lied... and I believed them. I thought you were gone. I married someone else because I thought I had to."

Kavin nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek. "I came here for work. I didn't know you were here too. I didn't expect this."

Thyme pulled him into a hug—tight, shaking, broken.

"I missed you every damn day. I would've fought for you, Kavin. If I knew—"

Kavin held him, body warm and solid, the years melting in a single embrace.

But when they pulled away, reality returned.

A gold ring on Thyme's finger. A contract signed. A vow made.

"You're someone else's now," Kavin said softly, brushing a thumb under Thyme's eye.

Thyme nodded, voice cracking. "But you were always mine."

Silence.

No promises. No what-ifs. Just aching truth.

They stood there, seconds stretching into eternity, before Kavin turned to go.

"Goodbye, Thyme."

And just like that, the love of his life walked away—alive, but no longer his.