amoret (oneshots and short stories)

fever (brightwin)

Win was late for the shoot today.

His pale visage and dry lips threw obvious signs that he wasn't well enough to carry on with the shooting.

"Phi", Dew scooted closer to Bright, "Win doesn't look good, does he?"

Bright's stomach clenched at the words. What happened to his Win? Is he sick? Why did he come if that was the case?

"You go ask him, how do I know", Bright shooed him away and pretended to shuffle across the papers to divert his attention. Involuntarily, he started tapping his left leg— something he does when he's worried or nervous.

"P'Bai! I am sorry I am late", Win sat beside him before throwing him a weak bunny smile.

"Are you alright?" He mumbled.

Win went stoic for a second before nodding, "I am. What could happen to me?" He smiled and coughed a bit before trying to suppress it.

"You don't look good", Bright blankly stated before turning away from him. He suppressed his urge to hug his boyfriend and pat his head.

Clench, unclench. He flexed his jaw, clearly getting irritated at the management team who weren't doing the whole thing faster. He wanted to snap at them and shout at them to do the damn live faster and get over with it.

"Nong looks sick", Nani patted Win's shoulder, "are we alright, Win?"

"I am, Phi. It's just—" Win's weak voice was cut out by the cameraman.

"We are starting live in 2 minutes", The cameraman said.

It's just... It's just what, Win? Bright thought but didn't say it out loud.

•••

All four of them were made to sit in different rooms for the live.

And as if it were a blessing, the middle of the live soon approached through their jokes and games. Bright did his part while looking at Win through his peripheral vision on the videos and kept a check on him.

His anger rose when Win held his head in his palm and let out sighs, occasionally. He had to admit, the younger was really good at hiding everything. His smile is enough to cover up all his wounds. The same smile which Bright fell for. Bright's heart melted for the younger watching him put up a perfect version of himself.

He adores the tolerance level and determination of the latter. But sometimes, just like what he feels now, he gets irritated and annoyed at how he covers up the imperfections. He wants him to be himself because if somebody isn't ready to accept him as who he is, Bright was, is, and will always be ever ready to do so.

It was almost at the end when Win looked up at Bright with the weak eyes, probably telling him he can no longer endure it and Bright got all flamed up.

He signaled the management, desperately, to end the live for the day. He didn't even spare a thought on the fact that fans might get to see him doing those signals and asking the management to end it.

When it did end, he jumped up and ran towards the room Win was in and clapped a hand on his forehead.

"You're burning up, bun!" He panicked. Win was seriously sick, what if it gets worse?

"P'Eed! Call P'Eed!" He screamed, hugging Win and letting his head fall in the crook of his neck.

Soon P'Eed rushed inside the room with a doctor.

•••

Win stayed eyes closed inside Bright's car, while his head throbbed in pain.

"Bun, are you alright? Hm? We'll reach my condo in few minutes, okay?" Bright cooed, trying his best not to panic again.