adoration || brightwin

twelve

bright

my breath hitches as i drop my phone into my lap, the screen left open to the instagram story of mike, a video of me practically eating a girl alive playing repeatedly.

my mind immediately switches to win, and my body gets hot and i can feel my palms get sweaty.

i don't even know how i got home last night. all i remember is being carried up the stairs and being thrown onto my bed. but i'm in fresh clothes and i don't stink of alcohol, so whoever helped me really was a saint.

i call mike, and it rings two times before he finally answers.

"mike. delete that video now." i demand, not even bothering to greet him first.

"woah calm down, i was just about to. besides, everyone's already seen it already, and it's been shared nearly everywhere. what's the point now?" he laughs, and i can feel anger building up in my chest.

"just do what the fuck i said okay?!" i yell, and by now i'm already standing up, clenching my fists as i walk around my room.

"fine whatever." mike sighs, and i can just see him rolling his eyes from his tone. "is that all you wanted?"

"no. who brought me home last night?" i asked, because there's no way any of my friends could even get home on their own, let alone helping me too.

"you don't remember? your knight in shining armor came to the rescue. i guess someone called him and he came and took you home. he should've left your ass." he giggled.

"win brought me home?"

"yes dumbass." i hear a dial tone, and i realize immediately that mike hung up on me.

my heart flutters at the thought of win taking care of me, but it sinks almost immediately as i realize the pain he was probably going through after seeing me kiss that girl.

i check my phone. the time is 12:37pm.

quickly, i stand up and put my shoes on. i'm going to see win. i need to explain myself.

i push open my door and walk right across the hallway. i knock four times.

i hear footsteps approaching the door, and soon after the door is swung open, followed by a puffy eyed win. his hair is ruffled, and his face is red. it's quite obvious he'd been crying.

i did this.

my hand instinctively rises to cup his cheek, and i wipe away the nearly dried tears as win leans into my touch. we stay like that for a while, until he finally pushes my hand away.

"win...i"

"why are you here?" win blinks away his tears, looking up at me with a cold expression.

the atmosphere goes cold. tense.

"i— i just need to explain myself okay? 5 minutes, please?" i beg, clasping my hands together and trying to read his expression as he thinks.

he backs out of the doorway, and i step in. his room is clean, not a speck of dust in sight. i walk over to his living area, taking a seat on his white leather sofa. i pat my hands on my lap.

he stares down at me, waiting.

"thank you for taking me home last night." i finally say, picking at my fingers.

"4 more minutes." is all he says, and i begin to panic.

my eyes widen. "win..don't be like that. please."

"don't be like what?" he rolls his eyes, "i'm not them one spit swapping with some random girl in a club? tell me, what exactly went through your mind at that exact moment for you to act so stupid? or did you not think? did you not use your fucking brain, bright?" he raises his voice and i visibly flinch.

he noticed this, and sighs.

"i—i'm sorry, win. i really am, i don't know what i was thinking. but i promise i never meant to hurt you. it won't happen again i swear. i wasn't in my right mind and i just—"

"yeah. you weren't. are we done now? it's been far past 5 minutes and if i have to see your face again i might just puke." win spat, crossing his arms and glaring at me. but i could tell; behind his tough facade, he was hurt.

"win. please." my voice beginning to become shaky and i try to swallow down the lump in my throat.

a tear falls down wins cheek, he quickly wipes it away before turning towards the door. he swings open the front door, and points across the hall.

"just get out."

after a few minutes of staring at him, asking him if this is really what he wants and realizing i can't change his mind, i leave. and a little piece of my heart is left behind.

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