Chapter 9: The Boys’ Apology

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Vicky’s bedroom. He woke up still wrapped tightly in Stefen’s arms, their bodies pressed together under the warm blanket. His eyes felt swollen and heavy from the hours of crying the night before. His throat was sore, and there was a dull ache in his chest — not from physical strain, but from the raw vulnerability he had finally allowed himself to show.

Stefen was already awake, gently stroking Vicky’s hair with slow, soothing movements. When he noticed Vicky stirring, he pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

“Good morning, baby,” Stefen whispered. “How are you feeling?”

Vicky burrowed deeper into Stefen’s chest, hiding his face. “Tired ... and embarrassed,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to break down like that.”

“You needed to,” Stefen replied softly, holding him closer. “And I’m glad you did. You’ve been carrying too much for too long.”

They stayed like that for a while, simply existing in the quiet comfort of each other’s warmth. Eventually, Stefen spoke again.

“I already texted the others. They’re coming over this afternoon. I told them what happened ... everything. They need to know, Vicky. We all have to do better.”

Vicky tensed slightly but nodded. Part of him was terrified of facing them after exposing how deeply their words had hurt him. But another part — a bigger part — felt relieved.

By early afternoon, the apartment was full. Ruben, Logan, and Alex had all arrived. The usual cocky, dominant energy was noticeably absent. Instead, the atmosphere was heavy with concern and guilt.

They gathered in the living room. Vicky sat on the couch in one of Stefen’s oversized hoodies and soft shorts, looking small and fragile with his puffy eyes and messy hair. Stefen sat right beside him, holding his hand supportively.