hooked | brightwin

fifteen

bright just got out of the shower minutes ago and the first thing he does after he wears his pj's is to grab win by the waist and slam him on the bed, like what professional wrestlers do one their opponent. but the difference is bright doesn't treat win like his opponent but his lover, so he doesn't slam him way too hard.

"what the heck?" win scrunches his forehead as he looks at bright, grinning like a kid. he's got his hands pinned on win's hips.

"why?  it was fun, just like the old times."

"we were young then, bright. my back aches," win throws dagger looks at bright, totally pissed off as he presses his hands behind him. 

"fuck, sorry." bright lets go from holding win and leans to kiss his forehead. "sorry." he stops, then kisses him again. "sorry, babe."

win chuckles as he embraces bright who looks like he's really sorry for what he's done.

"it's fine now. the pain already subsided."

bright tightens the hug and asks, "you sure?" 

he's calmed down when win he feels win nodding on his shoulder.

"good."

silence envelops both of them. seconds later, win is using bright's arm as his pillow, both of them snuggling with each other on the bed.

"win," bright whispers on his ears. win immediately looks at him, squinting his eyes with the sudden coldness of his voice.

"what? why? what happened?" panic sets inside him with bright looking intently at his eyes, not trying to break the stare.

"nothing. never mind, let's sleep."

"hey, what is it?"

bright sighs, and the ramming of win's heart quickens, his breathing shallow.

"when will you tell auntie about us?" 

win, not sure what to answer, looks at bright's neck, avoiding his gaze. 

"i'm not really sure."

he hears bright's breathing hitch, and he doesn't know how to take that.

"you're not sure how you're going to say it or you're not sure if you'll ever even say it? which is which, win?" 

bright's voice is deep, his words dragging into his innards as if it's knife he's holding. win tries to speak, but he can't. there's no words coming out of his mouth. his mind's blank, but he can't think of any reason at all besides the only words that's been floating in his head since bright asked.

"i'm scared. i'm really scared, bright."

seconds later, win is crying and bright is there simultaneously caressing his back and whispering words "it's okay" and "i'm here" on his ear. bright is pissed off and it isn't to win but to himself. how could i be so selfish, the only words left in his head.