Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Nine

Rules

Gun almost jumped at the sound of a knock, then looked up at the nearest clock in the condo. It was damn near noon. Letting out a harsh sigh, he jolted to his bed and sauntered his way toward the living room.

"Coming!" He shouted toward the door, his hand was rubbing his eye.

The moment he opened it, to his utter shock, he blinked, his posture stiffening, his senses awakened when he saw Win standing on the doorstep.

"The hell? You didn't come home last night?" He asked. Win was just squeezing his eyes shut, couldn't believe and unable to find words to explain. Even when Gun was shorter than him, he still seemed in control.

Gently, ignoring Gun's curiosity, he pushed his hand that had been blocking his way and quickly walked to his room at a fast pace. Gun on the other hand was bewildered to see him limping. Soon after, a thought came across his mind making him form a mischievous grin.

Win sank onto his bed with a tired yet blissful sigh. Exhaustion bathed his body; his limbs were heavy and weighed down. He felt lightheaded as if there were thousands of needles plugged in his head.

His eyelids were at the verge of growing heavy when the door in his room abruptly opened. He lazily and halfheartedly shifted on his bed to see Gun approaching near him.

"You think you can escape me, huh? Nice try," Gun started, smirking devilishly. "You've got some explaining to do."

Butterflies are desperately trying to pull Win into sleep. He yawned before he replied sarcastically, eyes rolling. "Do I?"

The other just twisted his lips and sat on the edge of his bed before slightly pushing Win's hips to prove a point. A gasp then escaped onto the latter's lips.

"So where were you last night?" Gun nudged his arm with his elbow and asked again, very intrigued.

Win glared at him but eventually subsided. Instead, he clamped his lips shut and stared mutinously at him. He then got the spare pillow on his side and warily buried his face beneath it as he felt his cheeks flushing hard. Memories from last night came in a flash.

"Can you stop being nosy? I'm trying to sleep here." He whined, his voice muffled.

"Yeah sure, let me just pretend I didn't notice you limping." Gun replied and with that being said, he felt a pillow landing on his face.

"You need a bucket of holy water for your dirty soul. I just tripped!" Win blurted out.

"Okay, if you say so," Gun said, there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But I ain't buying that."

"You know, a philosopher once said, label first before anything else." He playfully added, making up on his own, then winked.

Win let out an annoyed groan and pressed his fingers into the hollows of his eyes.

"Kidding aside, you shouldn't go along with a stranger."

"Now you're talking like you are my older brother,"

"Because I really am. We've been friends for years now and I treat you as a family." Gun truthfully said. There was no hint of falsity in his tone.

Win paused and looked at him. That melted him. Both of them rarely talk like this so it was truly a bit shocking to hear him say that.

Instead of truthfully sharing what was on his mind, Win settled for saying, "Thanks, but I'm fine. Really. I know what I'm doing."