Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Eight

Pool

Bright's eyes seemed to double in size, begging him not to turn him away again.

"I don't want to go home," Win shot back instinctively.

Bright couldn't control the little smirk that grazed his mouth as he shot back, eyes kept on rolling at him. He deeply sighed and gently took him by the arm, guiding him to his car. Win unwillingly yet willingly obliged as Bright shoved the shotgun door open, ushering and buckling him in before replying, his face was only several inches apart from Win.

"Fine then... we'll go to my place." He said.

Goosebumps rose where his breath tickled, sending a tremor through Win's body. Bright could hear his breathing hitch in his chest clearly, and he felt the moment Win's heart skipped a quick beat.

With that being said, he slid into the driver's seat and set the car in motion. During the drive, neither of them uttered a word. Bright was just stealing glances at Win and the lad's eyes were busy glaring through the window as it distorted his surroundings.

Win could feel an odd tingling sensation on the side of his head, as if someone was staring at him. If he shifted just a little, he could catch Bright's amber gaze shooting past him, but he was fighting the urge not to look to his side.

The ride was spent in some charged silence. The only noise they could hear was from the main road and generally, the city, ringing in their ears. Darkness has fallen but the city never slept. Despite them being quiet, the atmosphere was radiated with some kind of heavy tension that Bright couldn't figure out nor pierce through.

He started to feel a flare of panic as the thought of Win being angry at him flashed in his head. It almost made him a little guilty and his throat grew tight. And it was as if there was something inside him that beckoned him to explain. Few moments later, he finally decided to break the silence.

"Hey," He uttered and chuckled nervously, obtaining the other's attention.

Win, on the other hand, was ignorant with what he was feeling. His thoughts and his emotions were so chaotic at this moment that it made him sobered up.  But for some reason, he felt like he needed more drinks to get that nauseating scene earlier out of his head. He felt like throwing up as his stomach was roiling so much.

He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be with this man, but then again, he gave in with his emotions. He let his emotions fall into his trap. He had no idea what this emotion was. Part of him, it felt like anger. Other part was insecurity.

Whatever it was, he was annoyed at himself, but he was livid at the other. He felt betrayed. He said he wanted him? Shaking his head, he shrugged, not liking where his thoughts were going, and not wanting to follow them.

"You said you wanted me?" A soft voice rang the entire car, making the two gasped in shock. And a sound of a dying engine pulled Win back to reality, his face being halted from turning a salmon pink. Eyes widening in shock, his breath hitched and he could feel his stomach dropped. It was just supposed to be in his mind but his mouth worked on its own.

Squeezing his eyes shut real tight in embarrassment, he faced on the window side and curled in his seat, wanting to be eaten by the ground. 

When Bright finally recovered from the shock, he glanced at Win and saw that the latter's eyes were now closed. If not for the tension that fairly radiated, he would have thought he was asleep, but he knew he wasn't. Slowly, the corners of his lips grew a smirk.

The man in the shotgun seat squinted his eyes, sneaking a look at the man on the driver's seat, only to be confronted by a mischievous smirk. Win quickly shifted up in his seat and muttered, "T-that wasn't m-me." Trying his best to save himself from the embarrassment but it seemed like it worsened.