A "book" dedicated to one-shot AUs and Brightwin ramblings.
I used to have Intermissions in my stories but that may be becoming confusing so I will start adding them here.
Basically, this is how I'll keep myself from imploding as Win and Bright cont...
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Win has just gotten back to his home. He looked bone tired but one could not ignore the small grin playing around his lips.
He was...satisfied. That was the perfect word for it.
Now all he needed was to wrap himself up in blankets and sleep.
But he had barely sat his ass on his bed when his phone notifications start chiming.
What now?
He sees Bright's tweet.
If I went missing, know it's because I'm addicted to Fifa.
Win's eyebrow arches. The grin on his lips becomes more pronounced and devious. Fifa? Really?
He opens his messenger app and texts their manager.
Win: P'Eed remember the photoshoot with the black Prada jacket? I can post those right?
P'Eed: It's almost midnight... In the contract , you can promote any time this month.
Win: I'll post now. Just letting you know! Night!
P'Eed: Something tells me you aren't going to let me sleep 😒
Win quickly goes through his phone and finds the photo he's looking for. He remembers someone staring at it for a bit too long before, maybe he'd like to stare at it again.
Without a moment's hesitation, Win makes it his profile picture on Twitter.
He counts down 60...59...58...57...56...
His Twitter notification pings. Bingo!
Bbbright: Please close your legs a little, bro.
Win smiles and opens his Line app.
Win: Why are you replying to my Tweet? Thought you were busy with FIFA?
Bright: Why are you posting thirst traps at midnight?
Win: Because apparently I imagined spending the last few days at your condo.
Bright: ?
Win: You disappeared because of FIFA right? I didn't know my name was FIFA now.
Bright: 😂 Babe please. I couldn't tell them I was busy with another kind of ball.
Win: Vachirawit!
Bright: I could post a correction. Dear Twitter, I didn't disappear because of FIFA. I disappeared in between someone's legs...
Win: That does it. We're not texting anymore.
Bright: What do you want to do instead? 😏
Win: Aren't you tired yet???
Bright: Of you? Never.
Win: I just got home!
Bright: Is this your way of telling me to come over?
Win: This is my way of telling you to sleep.
Bright: With you?
Win: VACHIRAWIT CHIVAAREE
- - - Win is sure he can hear a phone ringing. But he is way too tired to check. It won't stop though. And so he finally gets up. 4 missed calls from P'Eed. Why?
He checks the time.
Oh dear god he was late.
"Bright! Get up! Get up!"
Bright groans and tries to pull Win back beside him. He needed his bro-pillow.
"It's almost ten!," Win tells him urgently.
"I am a failure," Bright says yawning.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You have so much energy. I clearly didn't tire you enough."
"VACHIRAWIT!"
Bright bursts out laughing as Win repeatedly hits him with a pillow.
"Get up now, I swear to God," Win threatens in between hits.
"I'm up...," was the cheeky reply.
Win covers his face with his hands, feigning exasperation. But in reality he was hiding a grin.
Satisfying. That's what life is like with this stupidly handsome man. Satisfying.
