amoret (oneshots and short stories)

rain (brightwin)

Win loved rains. Well except for today.

It was almost his bedtime and it was raining.

He glued his face with his bedroom window, sighing occasionally as he watched the cars go by one by one through the, now, empty roads.

Involuntarily, he traced a name over the foggy glass and spelling it like a kindergarten student - feeling every syllable as it rolled over his tongue.

B. R. I. G. H. T.

He groaned before erasing it with his palms and then walked groggily towards his bed.

He sighed again.

"I miss you, Bright", he whispered, stuffing his face in his fluffy pillows.

How he wishes Bright didn't have his shooting schedule today! How he wishes he was cuddling with his boyfriend right now!

They didn't see each other for 4 days for the constant shootings Bright did. Win was also busy with his MV shoot, but he still feels sad and empty.

Sometimes work just can't distract you. Your heart will still want, what it wants.

For the past few days, he never dared text him about how much he misses him and how much he wants to spend some time with him. Bright, too, didn't write the specific words to him. Probably because both thought the same thing- they might disturb each other's concentration over their works.

Win also thought if he wrote how much he misses him all the time, the latter will see him as a clingy and whiny weirdo.

He sniffed while working on lessening the ache on his longing heart, mentally concluding that his boyfriend might soon call him or meet him. Probably tomorrow?

His mind flew to the first time they met. How awkward they were! He tittered a bit before letting his thoughts fly to the times they had fought casually over 'which color shirts looks good on Bright or Win', 'which movie is the best', 'which food should they eat tomorrow after shoot', 'who should bring extra blanket next week', etc. He clapped shut his heating face after he remembered the time they debated on 'whose dick is worthy of being bragged for'- what an embarrassing debate! He wondered how did they exactly talk about that without getting shy. Probably because they were still on the 'just friends' level.

He, then, thought about the smile Bright flashed at him when he confessed to him, his stomach somersaulted at the thought and he smiled soring his cheeks as if the intensity of the latter's smile was enough to spread it to him, like a virus.

He smiled again as he thought of Bright's smell and the way he stared at him after their first lovemaking, the way Bright tasted, the way he felt, all so close to him, the way Win's fingertips dragged over his skin, eliciting goosebumps. He shivered at the mere thoughts.

He pulled out Bright's T-shirt from his bag and wore it over his yellow jumper and smelled it.

It smells like Bright and detergents. He grinned like an idiot. He cannot wait to get in the embrace of the owner of the T-shirt.

His thoughts far-fetched as the hours passed and soon he started to think about the future with Bright.

It was drizzling outside now. But inside, Win was organizing his dream house and deciding how many children should they can adopt after their marriage.

After finalizing his decision, (2 children and a house with a pool somewhere in Bangkok sound perfect!) he thought of how his kids were going to call him Dada and his husband(present boyfriend) Papa. All so sweet!

He thought about how he would take them to play golf or take them for a movie on Sundays. And how on normal days, he might cuddle with Bright and watch a late-night rom-com on the sofa after their kids would fall asleep. Just perfect.