can i make you mine? [brightwin]

of all the things

long chapters.

it is often said, that when your mind is stuck on another person, it's because they, too are thinking of you.

"good work, everyone!"

the bellowing voice of the director echoed through the street as the cast poured onto it, draped in heavy coats and sweaters. everyone was tired after a long day of shooting, but their faces held smiles, grins of establishment and advancement.

now that the series had been completed, the staff could finally relax.

a few whooped while others congratulated quietly, hands clapping bright and win on the shoulder or back as they praised both boys for the hard work they had shown.

after a year of being together, it was time to say goodbye to the people they had grown so close to.

"join us for a drink?" one of the camera crew offered the pair, but both brunette's shared a side glance.

"actually," bright spoke up, giving a cool smile as he brushed off the offer, "me and win already have plans."

the two men had planned ahead, vouching for each other with the promise of their own night; although it wasn't just a lie to wriggle out of going out in such a big group, rather, the two really did have plans for the night.

they had discussed it earlier, while the cameras snapped a few last photos of the pair. bright had brought it up first, inviting the younger over to his place.

bright leaned against the counter beside him, large hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans. "have you made any plans?" he asked under his breath, head tilting as he peered at win through his long lashes.

win shook his head.

"after this, why don't you come over for a drink?"

win had agreed quite easily. he enjoyed the company of bright, maybe a bit more than he should; but bright didn't seem to mind.

in fact, bright didn't mind at all.

within the next hour, the pair had snuck away from the group, sliding into the front seats of bright's car. they arrived to his home pretty quickly; it was late and the streets were mostly empty, spare a few night-shift workers.

the car came to a stop inside of the garage.

"and, here we are." bright pointed out, although win already knew this. he rolled his eyes.

"you're an idiot."

bright's expression feigned hurt as win's door swung open— the dim lights in the car casting a warm glow across the pair. "how could you say that? especially to your elder..."

the older of the two continued to whine in complaint as he followed win into the kitchen of his home. the younger of the two had already begun to dig around in the fridge for the alcohol. when he stood up again, a tall can of beer was grasped between his thin fingers, but bright snatched it from him.

"hey!-"

bright ignored win's pout as he placed two of his fanciest wine glasses on the marbled counter.