Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Sixteen

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Win flopped on his bed as he watched random series on the television. But his attention wasn't on it. He kicked his legs out and laid on the side of the bed. Even though it was still morning and he'd only woken up an hour ago, he was more than ready to crawl back under the covers and fall asleep.

He let out a loud groan as their spontaneous trip yesterday caused his muscles to ache. He was tired and a little weak. He hadn't been feeling the best since last night. His muscles were sore, his nose burned, he felt lightheaded, and his throat felt insanely tight.

Another groan escaped his mouth when a polite knock from behind his door suddenly erupted, causing him to shift in the bed, grabbing a cushion to bury his face or might as well use it as a weapon if needed.

"Good morning sleepy head," the voice said. It was such a soft, light sound that he thought he may have just dreamt it.

Lifting his head a few inches off the pillow, his eyes tracked the door lazily. He expected to see Gun standing in the threshold but he gasped when he realized it wasn't who he'd thought it would be.

He was indeed shocked to see Bright's figure standing there right now for a few meters away from him as he leaned against the frame, one eyebrow raised in a mischievous manner and his arms crossed against his chest.

"Uhm, hi?" He muffled into the sheets and smiled towards the man. "Why are you here?"

Bright pouted a little as he teasingly replied. "Oh, that's sad. I thought I'm welcome here."

"That's not what I meant. I mean..."

"What?"

"Nevermind," he said before he let his head fall back.

Bright chuckled at the other's adorableness. "Let's go out."

But he saw him curled up into a ball under the covers of his bed; eyes puffy and nose red.

"Wait..." He said, coming closer towards the bed, but keeping a good distance to Win. "Are you feeling well? You look rather pale and unsteady."

"Yeah..." Win replied, apparently unable to move. His cheeks heated, probably from sickness.

Bright seemed not fully convinced at his remark especially when his voice was a little hoarse. He then pressed a hand on his forehead before it slipped down his cheek, checking his temperature. Win let out a small protest and gently pushed Bright's hand away.

Guilt crawled up within the other as he was the one who brought Win to that trip. "Sorry. I shouldn't have brought you there."

"No... I just feel so tired," Win protested, his voice hoarse and barely audible. Milliseconds later, he tugged the sheets tighter around him as he curled on the bed. Despite the fever raising his body temperature, he was shivering with chills.

Bright gave a soft sigh. "Rest and sleep first. I'll cook for you once you wake up." He said as he wiped down the beads of sweat that drew out from his forehead.

The other looked at him with a disapproving look. Even when he was feeling under the weather, he could still give him that look which made Bright chuckled. "What?"

Win innocently shook his head — like a kid.

"You gotta keep your strength up."

Win groaned but he knew Bright was right. After a few minutes, he dozed off. And Bright, who was just sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand was stroking over Win's sweaty skin, he hadn't notice he moved up and buried himself underneath the sheets then fell into slumber as well.