Boboiboy’s POV

I didn’t exactly agree to this. Fang practically dragged me out of the room, ignoring every single one of my complaints along the way.

“Fang, I swear, if you don’t let me go right now, I’m going to—” I wriggled in his arms.

“Going to what? Threaten me with a stern lecture? Please, Boi, I’m trembling in fear,” Fang said, deadpan, as he tightened his grip around me.

“I could bite you!” I shot back, narrowing my eyes.

“Oh no, not the legendary Boboiboy nibble attack. How ever will I survive?” he retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t tempt me. You’ll have a permanent reminder of my wrath!”

“Yeah, okay, but can you save your wrath until after I get you to the hangar?”

I huffed, crossing my arms in the most defiant way possible while still being cradled bridal-style. “I could walk, you know.”

Fang snorted. “Really? With those noodles you call legs? Don’t make me laugh, Boi.”

I gasped in mock offense. “Excuse you! These ‘noodles’ are premium-grade!”

“Sure, premium spaghetti. Al dente,” he quipped, smirking.

I glared at him, but I could feel a small, traitorous smile tugging at the corners of my lips. This ridiculous bickering—it reminded me of the old days. It felt… nice.

And that was the problem.

As the teasing settled, a quietness fell between us. I found myself shying away, my blush deepening. I kind of missed this feeling with him. It was like a bittersweet dream come true—one I didn’t dare get too comfortable with. Because we’re not each other’s anymore.

Before I realized it, I rested my head on his broad chest, closing my eyes. It was comforting in a way I hadn’t expected. Healing, almost.

“Are you seriously falling asleep on me?” Fang asked, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“No,” I mumbled, pretending I wasn’t enjoying the moment far too much.

Eventually, we reached the hangar. Fang set me down gently on the same bench where we’d argued just a few days ago.

The massive window stretched before us, revealing the stars and planets burning brightly in the distance. The view was breathtaking—just like last time, but this time the weight on my chest felt lighter.

Fang sat beside me, his eyes fixed on the stars. I looked down at my legs, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation.

“You really messed up your legs,” Fang broke the silence, his voice calm but teasing.

I turned to him, my face burning. He wasn’t even looking at me, still gazing out at the stars. And then I noticed how much he’d changed—the sharp jawline, the depth in those brownish-red eyes hidden behind his glasses.

When did he become so… breathtaking?

“I… I was ready to die, you know,” I blurted out before I could stop myself, my voice shaky. I looked back at my legs, ashamed. “I thought I was just a nuisance to everyone. To you.”

There was a rustle of fabric, and suddenly Fang was turning my face toward him. His expression was a mix of anger and something deeper.

“Don’t you dare say that again,” he said, his voice low and commanding. His intensity made me flinch—but in a way that sent my heart racing.

Before I could respond, his gaze softened, and he sighed. “We’ve been through so much, Boi. And I…” He paused, his voice faltering for the first time. “I need to ask for your forgiveness.”

I blinked, stunned. “What?”

“The thought of losing you… it destroyed me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never want to feel that again.”

My chest tightened, the tension building as his words sank in. Tears threatened to spill, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop them.

Fang reached out, gently cupping my cheek. “I never want to lose you, Boboiboy. Not as a friend. Not to death. Not to anything.”

His touch was warm, steady, grounding me as I visibly began to shake.

“I…” My voice cracked, and the tears finally escaped.

Fang didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to. His presence, his unwavering sincerity, said it all.

One thing we both had to admit, no matter how much it hurt, was the truth we’d been avoiding: we still loved each other. Whether in the healthiest way or the most toxic, that love hadn’t gone away.

“But we both know this won’t work, right?” Fang asked softly, his voice hesitant, as if he needed me to say it for him to believe it.

Even though I was drowning in emotions, I knew he was right. Deep down, I had always known. I gave him a small, bittersweet smile and nodded.

“Yep.” That was all I could manage before my voice cracked. I was on the verge of breaking down again.

Letting go was hard. No, it was agonizing. But I needed to. Fang wasn’t mine anymore.

Then his expression shifted, and for the first time, I saw his vulnerable side. His usual composed demeanor cracked, revealing the raw emotion underneath.

“I still love you,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

That was it. My tears burst forth, no longer restrained.

“H-hey,” Fang murmured, reaching out to gently hold my arm, his touch soft and reassuring. But it wasn’t enough to stop the flood.

I buried my face in my hands, overwhelmed by the storm of feelings inside me. Love, heartbreak, longing—it all mixed into something I couldn’t even begin to understand.

Fang didn’t hesitate. He pulled my hands away from my face, cupping it gently as if I might shatter. Then, without a word, he leaned in and kissed me.

His hand was warm against my cheek, but his fingertips trembled. I could feel the slight hitch in his breath as he leaned closer, the hesitation before his lips finally found mine.

My eyes widened in shock, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t.

I missed him. I loved him. I cared for him. I wanted him.

As the kiss lingered, I felt his warmth, his sincerity, and the bittersweet pain of knowing it wouldn’t last. I prayed it wouldn’t end, but eventually, Fang pulled away, his breath shaky.

“I had to steal this one last time,” he said quietly. His words broke my heart all over again.

This… this was the kind of closure most people never get. The kind that shatters you but also starts to heal you.

Outside, the planets burned brightly, their light screaming across the darkness of space. One of the stars flickered, dimming until it faded entirely. I couldn’t help but think how much it resembled us—beautiful, but impossible to sustain.

Fang’s gaze dropped to my legs, and he reached out, his fingers tracing lightly over them.

“Nyx really loves you,” he said softly, not looking at me. “He didn’t rest for a second while trying to heal you. He’s better for you, Boi. He does things I could never do for you. You deserve better.”

“W-what about Tony?” The question slipped out before I could stop myself. My jealousy burned at the thought of Tony and Fang together.

Fang raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Someone’s jealous?”

I scowled, heat rushing to my cheeks. “What?! No, I’m not!”

“Oh, sure,” Fang teased, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Because that little squeak in your voice definitely didn’t give you away.”

“Stop it!” I huffed, punching his arm lightly.

Fang chuckled. “Alright, alright. You’re adorable when you’re mad, though.”

“What did you just say?!” I shrieked, lunging at him in mock outrage.

Fang raised his hands in surrender, laughing so hard he nearly fell off the bench. His laughter was infectious, and soon I found myself laughing too, the tension between us easing just a little.

After a moment, I took a deep breath, my smile fading. “I guess this is it?” My voice trembled, betraying the ache in my chest.

Fang’s expression shifted again, his happiness replaced with a quiet sadness. “Yeah.”

Seeing the sadness in his eyes, I forced myself to smile. I reached out a hand to him. “Friends?” My hand trembled, cold and uncertain, but I meant it.

Fang stared at my hand for a moment before taking it. “Best friends,” he said, his grip firm and warm. The way he squeezed my hand told me everything—how much he cared, how much he always would.

“I guess… that’s the end of us?” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Fang let go of my hand and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, battered charm—a piece of a pendant we’d found on one of our earliest missions together.

“Here,” he said, pressing it into my hand. “To remind you that I’ll always be there, even if we’re not… this anymore.”

I stared at the charm, my tears blurring it. This tiny, insignificant thing suddenly felt like the most valuable treasure I’d ever held.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Thank you for the amazing time we had together, Boi,” Fang said, his voice soft but full of sincerity.

As he smiled at me, I couldn’t help but remember the way he used to run his fingers through my hair when the storms of Elemental Rage left me exhausted. “Rest,” he would whisper, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

I didn’t just miss him; I missed that. The way he made me feel safe.

But as I held the charm tightly, I realized that safety wasn’t gone. It had just changed.

Fang stood, giving me one last, lingering look before walking away. It wasn’t goodbye. It was something else. Something softer.

Suddenly, as Fang walked away, he stopped and turned around.

“How long are you going to stand there and listen to us?” he called out, his voice directed at someone behind me.

My heart jumped, and I whipped my head around, only to see Nyx stepping out from the shadows, his expression unreadable but his eyes fixed firmly on Fang.

“Ahhh!!” I screamed in shock, flailing slightly. “Nyx?! How long have you been there?!”

Nyx didn’t answer me immediately. His piercing gaze remained locked on Fang, and I could feel the tension thickening in the air.

“Sorry, I had to take a kiss from him,” Fang said, unbothered, though he avoided Nyx’s icy glare. “Consider it my last one. You’ve got nothing to worry about, Nyx.”

Fang took a step back, offering me a soft, almost bittersweet smile before turning to walk away. His retreating figure tugged at my heart, a painful reminder that what we had would never be the same again. It wasn’t “me and you” anymore, Fang. This was the end of our story.

Nyx’s voice broke through my thoughts, low and calm but laced with an edge.

“Fang.”

The way he said it sent a chill through me. It wasn’t angry—it was commanding, like a storm rolling in.

Fang stopped but didn’t turn around. “Yeah?”

Nyx stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, his focus unshaken. He came to stand protectively in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking my view of Fang.

“You’re done now,” Nyx said firmly. “You’ve said your goodbyes, taken what you wanted, and closed the door. I won’t let you confuse him anymore.”

Fang finally turned, his expression a mix of guilt and resignation. “I’m not trying to confuse him, Nyx. I needed closure, too.”

Nyx’s voice softened slightly, though the resolve in it remained. “Closure doesn’t mean hurting him again. He’s not a part of your story anymore. Leave him to me.”

Fang held Nyx’s gaze for a long moment, then nodded. “Take care of him. He deserves someone who’ll give him everything.”

“I intend to,” Nyx replied, his voice steady and unwavering.

Fang hesitated for a second longer, then gave me one last glance—a small, sad smile—before walking away for good.

As Fang’s figure disappeared, I felt Nyx’s hand gently rest on my shoulder. His touch was soft, reassuring.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice warm and filled with concern.

I looked up at him, his golden eyes filled with nothing but kindness. “Y-yeah. I’m okay. I think I needed that... but I’m glad you’re here.”

Nyx knelt beside me, taking my hands in his. His thumb gently brushed over my knuckles as he gazed up at me, his expression tender. “I’ll never leave you, Boboiboy. You know that, right?”

I nodded, my chest tightening at his words.

“You mean everything to me,” Nyx continued softly. “I’m not mad at you. I’m not upset. I just… I want to protect you. Always.”

I couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in my eyes. “Nyx, you’re too good to me.”

Nyx smiled, his cheeks flushing slightly. “You deserve good, Boboiboy. Nothing less.”

He stood and gently helped me to my feet, wrapping an arm around my shoulders to steady me. As we began to walk, I glanced at him, his soft features still tinged with a quiet intensity.

“Nyx,” I said hesitantly, “were you really just standing there the whole time?”

Nyx’s lips twitched, his eyes flickering with a trace of amusement. “Maybe.”

“And you didn’t think to step in sooner?” I asked, half-teasing.

“I figured I’d let you two have your moment,” he replied with a shrug. Then he added with a smirk, “Besides, I knew Fang would back off eventually. He’s not stupid enough to challenge me.”

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Only for you,” Nyx said, squeezing my shoulder gently. “Now, let’s get you out of here. You’ve had enough drama for one day.”

As we walked away, I couldn’t help but lean into him a little more. Nyx wasn’t just kind—he was my anchor, my calm in the storm. And as I looked up at him, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

As Nyx and I started to move, his arm still securely around my shoulders, I tried to take a step forward. My legs, as if on cue, gave out immediately.

“Ah—!” I gasped, stumbling.

Without hesitation, Nyx caught me, his arms steadying me before I could even think about hitting the ground.

“Boboiboy,” he said firmly, his golden eyes narrowing with concern. “You can’t walk.”

“I’m fine,” I mumbled stubbornly, trying to shrug it off.

Nyx sighed, and before I could protest further, he crouched slightly and scooped me up in a smooth, practiced motion—bridal style.

“Nyx!” I yelped, squirming. “What are you doing?!”

“What does it look like?” he replied, his tone firm but teasing. “Carrying you. Like I should’ve done in the first place.”

I felt my face heat up. “I said I’m fine!”

Nyx raised an eyebrow. “You can’t even stand. Stop being so stubborn.”

“But Fang—”

“Exactly.” Nyx’s eyes glinted, and a playful smirk tugged at his lips. “You let Fang carry you like this. What, am I not good enough for the bridal treatment?”

“That’s not what I meant!” I spluttered, covering my face with both hands.

“Uh-huh.” His smirk widened as he adjusted me in his arms, making sure I was secure. “Relax, Boboiboy. I’ve got you. You’re not getting out of this one.”

I let out a defeated groan, knowing I wasn’t going to win this argument. “You’re impossible.”

Nyx chuckled softly, his voice warm. “Maybe. But only for you.”

Despite my embarrassment, I found myself relaxing against him. His hold was strong yet gentle, and his presence was steadying in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.

As he carried me through the ship’s corridors toward our shared room, I couldn’t help but notice the careful way he moved, like he was afraid of jostling me.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the small smile tugging at my lips.

“Absolutely,” Nyx said without hesitation, his golden eyes twinkling with mischief.

I sighed, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he shot back, grinning.

When we finally reached the room, Nyx used his foot to gently nudge the door open. He stepped inside, making a beeline for the bed. Carefully, he lowered me onto the mattress, making sure I was completely comfortable before letting go.

“You’re really not letting me go, huh?” I muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the small smile tugging at my lips.

“Nope,” Nyx replied, his tone softening. “You’ve had enough running around. Let me take care of you for once.”

I opened my mouth to protest but stopped when I saw the sincerity in his eyes. He wasn’t just teasing me anymore—he meant every word.

“Fine,” I mumbled, leaning back against the pillows.

Nyx pulled the blanket over me, tucking me in with a gentleness that made my chest tighten.

“Thank you,” I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Nyx smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. His voice was low and soothing as he replied, “Always, Boboiboy.”

As he sat down beside me, his hand still resting on mine, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Nyx wasn’t just kind—he was my anchor, my calm in the storm. And as I looked at him, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

As Nyx and I started to move, his arm still securely around my shoulders, I tried to take a step forward. My legs, as if on cue, gave out immediately.

“Ah—!” I gasped, stumbling.

Without hesitation, Nyx caught me, his arms steadying me before I could even think about hitting the ground.

“Boboiboy,” he said firmly, his golden eyes narrowing with concern. “You can’t walk.”

“I’m fine,” I mumbled stubbornly, trying to shrug it off.

Nyx sighed, and before I could protest further, he crouched slightly and scooped me up in a smooth, practiced motion—bridal style.

“Nyx!” I yelped, squirming. “What are you doing?!”

“What does it look like?” he replied, his tone firm but teasing. “Carrying you. Like I should’ve done in the first place.”

I felt my face heat up. “I said I’m fine!”

Nyx raised an eyebrow. “You can’t even stand. Stop being so stubborn.”

“But Fang—”

“Exactly.” Nyx’s eyes glinted, and a playful smirk tugged at his lips. “You let Fang carry you like this. What, am I not good enough for the bridal treatment?”

“That’s not what I meant!” I spluttered, covering my face with both hands.

“Uh-huh.” His smirk widened as he adjusted me in his arms, making sure I was secure. “Relax, Boboiboy. I’ve got you. You’re not getting out of this one.”

I let out a defeated groan, knowing I wasn’t going to win this argument. “You’re impossible.”

Nyx chuckled softly, his voice warm. “Maybe. But only for you.”

Despite my embarrassment, I found myself relaxing against him. His hold was strong yet gentle, and his presence was steadying in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.

As he carried me through the ship’s corridors toward our shared room, I couldn’t help but notice the careful way he moved, like he was afraid of jostling me.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the small smile tugging at my lips.

“Absolutely,” Nyx said without hesitation, his golden eyes twinkling with mischief.

I sighed, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he shot back, grinning.

When we finally reached the room, Nyx used his foot to gently nudge the door open. He stepped inside, making a beeline for the bed. Carefully, he lowered me onto the mattress, making sure I was completely comfortable before letting go.

“You’re really not letting me go, huh?” I muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the small smile tugging at my lips.

“Nope,” Nyx replied, his tone softening. “You’ve had enough running around. Let me take care of you for once.”

I opened my mouth to protest but stopped when I saw the sincerity in his eyes. He wasn’t just teasing me anymore—he meant every word.

“Fine,” I mumbled, leaning back against the pillows.

Nyx pulled the blanket over me, tucking me in with a gentleness that made my chest tighten.

“Thank you,” I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Nyx smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. His voice was low and soothing as he replied, “Always, Boboiboy.”

As he sat down beside me, his hand still resting on mine, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Nyx wasn’t just kind—he was my anchor, my calm in the storm. And as I looked at him, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Nyx put his hand on my cheek, his touch warm and steady against my skin.

My eyes widened at the gesture.

“You’re in pain… because of Fang,” Nyx said softly, his golden eyes searching mine with a depth that made me feel exposed.

He could feel my pain with his power—there was no hiding it.

“It’s heartbreak,” he continued, his voice filled with a tenderness that threatened to break me. “He was your first love, wasn’t he? The first person you gave your heart to. You deserve to mourn that, Boboiboy. You’ve been holding it in for too long.”

His words hit me like a tidal wave, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Without thinking, I threw my arms around him, clutching him tightly as I buried my face in his shoulder.

I started to cry, the sobs wracking my body as the pain I had been suppressing for so long came pouring out.

The heartbreak, the loss, the memories—it all spilled out in an agonizing scream that tore from my chest.

Nyx didn’t say anything. He simply held me, his arms a solid, grounding presence around me. One of his hands moved gently, cherishing my hair as though to comfort me, to tell me he was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

No matter how much I cried or screamed, he stayed.

Because no matter what, Fang was my first love.

And a first love—it shapes you in ways that last forever. It becomes a part of who you are, woven into the fabric of your soul, no matter how much time passes.

But for now, I let it all go, my pain and my grief spilling out into the quiet warmth of Nyx’s embrace.

To be continue..