Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

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The room was dark, lights turned off, save for the dim lighting the television was giving off. Saint wasn't really watching, more like to give himself some white noise as he laid in bed, scrolling through numerous tweets about his birthday. It was an hour after midnight and as much as he knew he needed to rest (his manager had told him multiple times of this fact, the hypocrite), sleep just wasn't coming to him.

Turning around in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, he started to beatbox hoping to find some way to pass the time. He really should need to incorporate beatboxing into his next album. Maybe he can convince them. Suddenly, his phone rang and he laughed at the caller. 1.04am. Guess he wasn't the only one not feeling tired. Answering, he smiled down at the screen.

"M'Koala!"

"Ey, Saint sup." Zee mock glared at him through the screen, before grinning. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks baby." Saint stuck his tongue out, giggling. Zee rolled his eyes before sticking his own back at him. "But why are you awake still?"

"Why are you?" Zee retorted, quirking a brow.

Saint shrugged. "Couldn't sleep."

"Birthday boy needs to rest na~" Zee frowned in concern.

"You do too!" replied Saint, scrunching his nose up. "Hypocrite."

Zee nodded complacent, smiling again. "I've got something for you. Also, why are you so dark?"

"Lights off P'Aong." Like no shit sherlock.

Zee rolled his eyes, "Okay, but wanna see my baby too. Clearly."

Saint whined. "Just go with it, you see my face everyday anyway. And...I'm too lazy to turn on the lights again."

"So? Want. To. Still. See. You." Zee pointedly remarked. "It's never gonna be enough."

Saint flushed. Sometimes he was always surprised at how flirty Zee can be, even though he is a clumsy, confusing flirt most of the time. But being him, defiant as he is, he raised a brow and turned up his nose. "No."

"Sup!" This time it was Zee who whined, imploring look on his face. "Please krub?"

Saint grinned mischievously and shook his head. Watching as Zee deflated and nodded to himself, whatever, Saint was sure he heard coming from him. "Anyway, what is it?"

"Can't I just call my boyfriend to wish him a happy birthday?"

"Yes." Saint nodded. "But you have that look on your face like you have something to tell me, or something you are hiding from me and want to tell me now. So spill it Mr. Sweet Eyes."

Zee grinned, guilty as charged. "I have a present for you."

"Oh?" Saint sat up, excited. Before deflating. "But I can't have it till tomorrow when I see you." He pouted. "Why would you tell me now?"

Zee smiled. "Because you have it already."

"Huh? What?" This time, Saint sat back up, reaching over for his lamp and turning it on, ignoring Zee's indignant hey, you turn it on now? and peering back at him through the screen. "Where?!"

"Go to your closet." Saint scooted off his bed. He skipped over across the room, feeling excited.

"I thought you were my surprise?" Saint teased, opening his closet door.

"Shut up," was what echoed. "Dig in to the back," Saint placed his phone on top of a drawer, making sure Zee can still see him. "Yes, that, move that box away. There's a paper bag there."