•.소울 |Soul was… well, Soul. The cute but undeniably odd guy who somehow managed to make awkwardness feel charming. He had that soft, shy presence, good-looking in a way that snuck up on you, but it was his weird, endearing quirks that really stuck. Most of his friends called him alien, and honestly, it fit. He barely spoke unless he had something to say, and even then, it was often followed by random sound effects from whatever video game had his attention that week. But his affection, when it came, was real. Subtle. Strange. Sweet.

He wasn’t the party type either. One drink too many and he was out cold, like a power button had been hit.

Your vacation had been perfect so far.. a warm breeze, soft sand, flowers in bloom, the ocean shimmering in the sun. Thailand was paradise, and tonight had been no different. A couple of drinks at the beach bar, some laughter, some music, nothing wild. You walked back to your hotel barefoot, a little buzzed, your skin warm from the sun.

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The door, as always, was left unlocked. You liked the openness of this place.

But as you stepped inside, someone was in your bed. Your eyes adjusted to the dim room and landed on him—Soul.

Flat on his back, limbs tangled in the sheets, mouth slightly open, cheeks flushed, and completely knocked out. His usually neat hair was tousled, and his hand clutched your pillow like it was a plushie from home.