Final

Zee had been in a lot of relationships and considered himself straight. But his mind just couldn't stop wondering. He always had that thought -whenever he hugged Saint at night coz the boy was just so soft and warm and he thought he fit perfectly in his arms; whenever he pecked those thin lips at night just as Saint slept because he thought, fuck it, he was asleep; whenever he woke up with Saint's face close to his and he thought of how cute his friend was in the morning even in bed head -he thought he might not be as straight as a pole?