"No matter how long it takes I'll patiently wait here for you." Min said as he wiped Joon's tears. "Won't you get tired?" Joon asked.
"For you I'll never get tired, I'll love you forever." Min said.
Joon looked down, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He was used to feeling like a burden, like his struggles weighed too heavily on anyone who got close. But Min… Min was different. Every word, every gentle touch, made Joon feel lighter, as if his past pains were a distant memory.
"Kiss me." Joon suddenly said.
Min's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face before softening into a warm smile. Slowly, he lifted his hand, brushing a stray strand of hair from Joon's face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as though he were afraid of breaking the fragile trust between them.
"Are you sure?" Min whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
Joon nodded, his cheeks deepening in color, but he didn't look away. For the first time, he felt like he didn't have to hide, like maybe, just maybe, he didn't need to fear anything.
Min leaned in slowly, giving Joon every chance to change his mind. When their lips finally met, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the warmth they shared. The kiss was soft, unhurried—a promise of patience, of understanding, of endless love.
"I've waited 11 years for you, I'm not going to make you wait longer." Joon said, "after all those years I've realized that I didn't have to fear anymore, so Kim SangMin starting right now only you will have my body, and heart."
"You shall be my greatest Sin." He smiled wrapping his arms round his neck and kissed him.
Min's heart raced at Joon's words, each syllable sinking into his soul like a vow. Eleven years of waiting, of wondering, of silent dreams that he'd dared not speak aloud—now, everything he'd wished for was right here, in his arms. He held Joon closer, the world around them fading until there was nothing but the warmth of their bodies, the steady beat of their hearts aligning as one.
Min smiled, his forehead resting gently against Joon's. "Your greatest sin, huh? Then let me be the one to carry that with you. We'll face everything together, from now on."
Joon's fingers traced the back of Min's neck, finding a calm in his presence that he'd thought he'd never have. He realized that the fear and uncertainty he once felt had been replaced by a quiet confidence—a trust that he was exactly where he was meant to be. "I spent years thinking I was safer on my own. But now, with you, I feel like I can finally breathe."
Min's gaze softened, his fingers brushing over Joon's cheek. "You're safe with me. You always have been." He pressed another gentle kiss to Joon's lips, savoring every moment, as if they had all the time in the world.
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Joon's pov:
The next not when I woke to the sound of my phone ringing nonstop, I was caught in SangMin's arms and whenever I tried to pull away he pulled me back and held me even tighter.
"Let me go, someone's calling me." I said struggle to release myself from his hold, "they can wait." He mumbled.
As I continued to struggle for a few more seconds i finally managed to grab my phone, and to my surprise I had 5 missed calls from my mom.
I quickly got up and looked at the the date, it was Saturday the day I agreed to go to Sunday service with them. I sighed as i ran my fingers through my hair why do i always put myself in this kind of situations.
I quickly dialed her back and it didn't even ring, she just answered so quickly and started asking questions. "Where are you Joon, were in your apartment and youre not here." She said.
'How the hell did they get into my apartment.'
"Wait, eomma how did you get in my apartment?" I asked.
"That's besides the point, where are you? Did you forget that you agreed to church service today." She said.
I let out a sigh, I turned to look at sangmin who had his arms around my waist his face snuggled up on my stomach. "I staid over at Han's house, I don't think I can make it there on time." I lied.
"That's not the problem, just send us the address and we will pick you up." She replied.
"No, eomma. I'll just accompany you guys next week Saturday, I'll make sure to free up my space." He said trying to shut down the conversation.
"You're father isn't happy about this, but if you promise next week then okay."
As soon as the call ended, I set my phone down on the nightstand and groaned, running a hand through my hair. The last thing I wanted was another lecture from my father about how I was "drifting away" or "losing sight of my faith." The truth was, I never really felt like I belonged in those church services anyway, but explaining that to my parents was a battle I was too tired to fight.
"Sleep now." Min muttered as he pulled me back into his arms offering the warm familiar embrace. "But the sun is already up." I tried to protest.
"Just sleep and clear your head, you can relax and not think about any of that."
Min's arms tightened around me, his warmth pressing against my back as he whispered softly, "You don't have to carry all of that right now. Just let it go, Joon. I've got you."
I sighed, my body beginning to relax despite the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind. Min's steady heartbeat against my shoulder was soothing, like an anchor keeping me grounded. "How do you make everything sound so simple?" I asked quietly.
"It's not about being simple," he replied, his voice low and comforting. "It's about taking it one moment at a time. And right now, the only moment that matters is this one, with you here."
I felt a faint smile tug at the corners of my lips. Min always had a way of saying the right thing, even when I didn't know I needed to hear it. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the quiet comfort of his presence. His fingers traced lazy circles on my arm, and I could feel the tension slowly melting away.
"Min," I murmured, my voice barely audible.
"Hmm?" His response was soft, almost drowsy.
"Thank you. For… this. For always being here."
He pressed a light kiss to the top of my head. "Always, Joon. Always."
For a while, neither of us spoke. The room was filled with nothing but the sound of our breathing, the quiet ticking of the clock, and the faint rustling of the sheets as he held me close. The weight on my chest, the one that had been there for as long as I could remember, felt a little lighter.
"Do you ever get tired?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Of having to deal with me and my mess?"
Min shifted slightly, his arm still draped around me as he leaned closer to look at me. "Tired? Of you?" He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Joon, you're not a burden. You're… you're everything to me. Whatever you're going through, I want to go through it with you. I mean it."
I looked up at him, my throat tightening at the sincerity in his eyes. It was hard to believe someone could see me that way after all the years I'd spent feeling like I wasn't enough. "You say that now, but what if—"
"No 'what ifs,'" Min interrupted gently, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "We're here. Together. And I'm not going anywhere."
His words felt like a lifeline, and for once, I didn't feel the need to argue. Instead, I leaned into him, letting his unwavering presence fill the empty spaces inside me. Maybe I didn't have all the answers, and maybe I never would, but with Min, I didn't feel like I needed to.
Minutes passed, or maybe hours—I wasn't sure. Time seemed to blur when I was with him. Eventually, I felt the heaviness of sleep pulling at me, and I let myself give in, trusting that Min would still be there when I woke up.
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When I finally opened my eyes again, the room was dimmer, the sunlight having softened to a late afternoon glow. Min was still beside me, his arm draped across my waist and his face peaceful in sleep. I stared at him for a moment, taking in the quiet strength he carried even when he wasn't awake.
As much as I wanted to stay there forever, reality was waiting. I carefully slid out of his embrace, trying not to wake him. But as soon as I moved, his arm tightened around me.
"Where are you going?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"I need to make dinner," I lied, hoping he wouldn't press further.
"Stay," he whispered, pulling me back down beside him. "Just a little longer."
I sighed, unable to resist the way his warmth seemed to call me back. "Okay," I relented, settling into his arms again. "Just a little longer."
And for once, I allowed myself to forget everything else and simply exist in this fleeting, perfect moment.
TBC