win thinks he romantically likes his best friend. he has proven this when he felt beads of sweat forming on his temples and the pounding of his chest as bright plays with the strands of his hair. his mere touches bring him to a state of mixed nervousness, romantic blur, and thrill. despite these signs, he doesn't want to believe it.
he kind of blames it on not getting laid for weeks now. maybe he's just lusting over him. maybe he finds his features attractive. but the main question is why? that, he doesn't know.
even if he relies on dating apps to meet women, he just can't muster the courage to make the same mistake of leaving them hanging - or making them feel like so. he doesn't want to be an asshole anymore. besides, he can't get bright out of his head.
his wandering thoughts are put to a halt when they hear her mother's knocks, calling them downstairs for breakfast. it isn't new to them, especially to him, that bright is eating with them but today feels different.
"up now, i'm done babying you."
bright taps his shoulders, beckoning him to stand.
"who says you babied me?"
bright shrugs, "your flustered cheeks, maybe?"
win hears him laugh and when he looks at him covering his lips using the back of his palm, he feels the urge to replace it with his lips.
"you look like a ripened tomato waiting to be burst into a pulp."
"that's not a very good analogy."
"why not?" bright asks as he closes the gap between them and holds win's chin, slightly moving it from left to right. he's really cute, he thought, as he sees how flustered win looks now.
"move, my mother's probably searching for us now."
win shoves bright's wrist in an attempt to dash towards the door, but bright has a different plan in his head. bright wraps his arms around win's waits and steadies his chin on the crook of win's shoulder.
"you'll get through this, win. i promise, i'll help you."
"why does it feel like you have something up on your sleeves?"
bright grins, and pulls win's hands as they go downstairs.
***
win's mother is laying the plates on the table when she sees the two of them and tells them to sit because the food won't be as appetizing when it's cold.
"your cooking is the best, auntie. as always."
bright giggles as she put more rice on his plate. win, on the other hand, is quiet.
"you know, i hope win will take his internship seriously like you do. he'll be starting in two days, and i don't think he's ready yet."
win looks at his mother, his face brimming with annoyance.
"ma, i told you i'll be fine."
win's mother tilts her head, "i don't think you will, but bright may help you adjust with the work environment."
she looks at bright and smiles.
"bright, i hope you teach my son the things you've taught in the company. i'll be more than happy to cook for you if you do."
"sure thing, auntie. but only because your cooking is on top quality."
bright chuckles. right then and there, win starts thinking what has his mother done.
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hooked | brightwin
Romance"i like girls," win repeatedly says in his head as he stares at bright's bare back, jerking off.
