Win and Bright are childhood best friends both from affluent families. However, through the many years that they've known each other, a vast majority of it consists of Win secretly pining over Bright. But Bright is everything he wants yet can't have...
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Intoxicating. A word that Win would use to simply describe the atmosphere of his nightclub. He stood on the second floor of the establishment, body leaned over the balcony which provided a bird's eye view of the scene below. He took sips from a chilled glass of bourbon old fashioned and relished in the burning sensation it gave him as it coated the lining of his throat. The neon strobe lights flashed wildly above him, ever so often illuminating the faces amongst the sea of moving bodies on the dance floor. Win recognised most to be regulars while others to be newcomers from their timid gazes and awkward steps. He chuckled as he recalled a time where he was just the same. Yet recollections that pertained to that time were hazy; many buried deep alongside the memories associated with a certain someone.
Nonetheless, a sense of pride swelled in his chest as he continued to observe the night scene which he had intricately crafted. It had taken almost two years to draw up the plans for the nightclub whilst he was still residing in the states. It had been a passion project of his, something to make use of the business degree that was forced upon him. In the states, Win had spent years working odd jobs, studying, and cultivating his networking circle to include affluent figures. Those which he had charmed with sweet words, fleeting touches, and empty promises. Many became investors and later promoters as he had them wrapped around his finger. That then brings him to the present, six years later, at twenty-four being the proud owner of 'W Nightclub'. It became the most frequently visited club in all of Bangkok and most importantly, it became his sanctuary.
In his moment of nostalgic recollection, Win's eyes suddenly settled upon another pair of deep-set eyes. They burned bright with unspoken desire in the dim lighting of the club. They belonged to a handsome, brooding figure sitting by the bar whose thin dress shirt did little to hide the sculpted body beneath it. He felt his own body heat up as he returned the intensity of the gaze. Fuck, I'm horny again, Win thought with a tightened grip on his glass.
"Close your goddamn mouth, you're drooling," remarked a sultry voice to his side.
"I am not fucking drooling Gigie," Win scoffed and reluctantly tore his eyes away from the attractive stranger to look at the woman beside him.
"Well, that dude is hot so I guess it's forgivable," Gigie shrugged her shoulders, bursting into laughter when Win rolled his eyes at her. Gigie was one of the few high school friends and ex-fuckbuddy he'd kept in contact with when he'd abruptly moved to study abroad. She, like every other person, knew too well of his insatiable appetite for sex and often made it her goal to tease his shamelessness.
"Well, if you don't mind I have a dick appointment to get to," Win gushed with delight which earned him a few pats of encouragement on his back from Gigie. Win bid his goodbye to her but not before promising that they'll catch up over drinks sometime. He'd miss her.
