Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Fourteen

Closure

Waking up with a groan as the sun shined through the shades of the window, Win rolled over from his back to his side, only to cloud his eyesight by an almost naked body. He shifted more but an arm snaked against his waist.

Bright cuddled in Win's side as his chest rose and fell slowly and quietly as he slept. He made a slight stir, eyes fluttering open, causing Win to coat a blush on his cheeks profusely when the sheets started to roll off Bright's waist, exposing him in just his boxers like Win.

With crimson red eyes, Bright looked up at Win and hummed quietly, still half asleep. "Morning." It was weekend so he didn't bother waking up early.

A deep and raspy voice vibrated Win's ears and he gently formed a small, tired smile. Win noticed that in the mornings Bright's kinda grumpy like a little kid. He then breathed out, "Uh, morning."

"You're up early," Bright said groggily.

"Too cold," Win responded breathlessly, eyes starting to grow sleepy again.

Tilting his head up, Bright planted a soft kiss on Win's forehead and shuffled closer to the delicate figure, spooning Win against his warm body. A different level of euphoria grew inside their chest that they just let themselves feel each other's buzzing warmth and comfort as they fell into a quiet sort of domesticity and they were oblivious that they were now starting to shatter each barriers they made.

"Better?" He asked Win and the latter just nodded in response as he relaxed against Bright.

As Bright's hands idly traced along Win's smooth skin and firm muscle, his nose burrowed its way into the silky long strands of the other man's hair. He couldn't help but build a little grin on his lips at how adorable Win looked in the morning.

They stayed like that for a little longer before Win felt Bright shifted into the embrace as he sleepily mumbled something incoherent then fell back into slumber. Though still tired, Win stumbled out of the bed and sneaked into Bright's closet to grab a pair of white shirt and gray sweat shorts.

He lazily put on Bright's house-slippers and made his way to the bedroom door, stopping for a few seconds to look over at Bright on the bed before he decided to leave the room.

The sound of his own breathing bounced off and he was slightly limping when he stepped foot on the staircase. Bright took him over again in the bathroom last night and the exhaustion still hadn't fully washed out of his bones that he felt like he could sleep for a week and still wouldn't be fully rested.

He walked over to the kitchen and decided to clean up the mess they made last night. While cleaning up, he hummed to himself, nothing in particular when the doorbell jangled gently. It destroyed the silence in the house and brought Win out of his long reverie.

Shivering a little as a fear of getting caught crept in, he sighed deeply before he tipped his feet towards the door. It took him a minute for his mind to switch the door open.

Upon opening it, he was confronted by a lady smiling sweetly. He stared at her for a while, unable to get his brain to form sentences. She was attractive. No, she was beautiful, with a perfect figure and eyes and her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a slight insecurity crawled his system.

"Hi! Is Bright here?" She said with a seemingly innocent smile on her face.

"U-uh," he began, but further words hid behind his eyes, not yet venturing onto his tongue.

He was about to open his mouth when the woman once again spoke with words that stiffened Win on his spot.

"Are you his housekeeper?" She bluntly asked, smiling sheepishly and she saw a glimpse of his astonishment.