Loving You Clumsily [BRIGHTWIN]

7. You promise?

Win opened his eyes slowly, it was morning, it seemed. He covered his eyes with his hand to avoid the dazzling sunlight and as he turned around, his breathe hitched. Wow, he whispered. Mr. Bright looked ethereal in his sleep. He was lying on his stomach and his cheeks were squished against the bedsheet. Win lifted his hand nervously and touched his fluttering eyelids and then, his bow shaped lips that had sent Win to paradise last night, and not just once.  Win sighed. He was now not sure if what they did last night was the best decision of his life. It was the best night of his life, for sure but best decision? He had seen all of Bright and Bright had seen all of him. How could Win live now if Bright ever decide to leave him? Win felt like there were two of him, distanced by a night that changed everything. This Win had fallen in love and he could never go back to be the Win who only worshipped Mr. Bright. The Win before the night was not selfish, this Win was, wishing if he were a magician indeed so he could spell his charm onto the man sleeping next to him and make all of their mornings like this. Bright made muffle noises and Win low-key panicked. He quickly turned himself on the other side and closed his eyes. He couldn't face Mr. Bright. He was shy, nervous, insecure, intimidated... everything that takes one to know he's hopelessly in love with someone he has no hopes with.

Win's heart nearly jumped out of his mouth when he felt a big, warm hand snaking around his waist and resting at his bare stomach. He bit his lips hard to avoid squealing as Bright scooted closer, touching Win's nape with his lips and sleeping again. Bright was snoring faintly and Win squeezed his eyes shut. Bright was in his bed, holding him close. It was by far, the most impossible dream Win ever cherished in his seventeen years of life.

"Mmhm.." Bright hummed in sleep as his hands kept enjoying the soft and warm skin of Win's torso. Bright's best sleep in his life, so far. It was when his hand felt a loud, speedy beats of Win's heart, he frowned as opened his eyes. Oh no..Bright panicked as the memory of last night rushed to him. Did Bright go too hard on him? He knew it was his first time and he did his best to take care of his...his Win but what if he was too rough? Had Win caught fever? Why else would his heart beat so fast?

Bright woke up in a jolt and hovered over Win, touching his forehead. It was normal.

"Win?" He whispered slowly.

No, Win..do not open your eyes, Win thought.

"Kiddo?"

Win fluttered his eyes open, even if he were dead, he'd have responded to Mr. Bright calling him in a sweet voice by the nickname he gave to him.

"Huh?"

"Are you in pain?"

Bright's eyes were concerned and he was still hovering over Win with his hand resting on Win's cheek. Too much, Win screamed in his mind. He was melting in his sheets.

He shook his head in a no.

"Does it hurt?"

Win blushed and shook his head again.

"Why is your face so red? Even your pulses are so fast..you're scaring me Win."

"I need to shower."

With that Win got out of the bed and as he stepped on the icy floor, he winced because of his sore butt. Bright carried him from behind, his one hand supporting Win's bare back and another resting under his calves of the legs. Thankfully, Bright had his boxers on but Win was still naked. Had it not been the blanket that he covered himself with, he would have died one shameful death. Bright took Win to the bathroom and placed him inside the bathtub.