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Chapter 13 - Effortlessly In Love

Win's POV

The past three days of my life has been annoyingly cute and adorable. Why? Because of a Bright with a twisted ankle. Have I ever told that this guy is so fucking stubborn? Have I? No? Oh I have? Even so let me tell that again. He is so so so so damn stubborn. I feel like I want to cry.

Even now.

"Bright are you fucking serious with me right now?"

"Why?"

His pretentious innocent voice came out with his puppy face.

Oh no. Don't you give me that look. I literally helped him out of the bed and helped him wash and dress to Uni and then placed him on the bed like a porcelain doll once again before I started to prepare myself so that his ankle doesn't worsen and here he is.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you should not, absolutely should not get out of the bed?"

If it wasn't for the fact that I love this guy, I would have eaten him alive.

"As much as you want to? I don't mind hearing your sweet angry voice..."

Is he seriously flirting with me just like that?

"You wanna die?"

"Dying by your hands would be a gift actually"

He said muttering as if he did not want me to hear that and right now.. I feel like face palming.

"Bright."

My voice turned to a low tone as I gazed into him directly and though I know he cannot see me, I know he literally feels it and knows my tone.

In a moment, his flirtiness goes away and his movements paused. His shoulders slumped down and his head hung low with his eyes casted down.

He is really a child who is prepared to be scolded now.

I could hear him letting out a little sigh and could see his eyes darting with a painful flash going through them.

Not this now... I didn't mean to go that hard on him. I was calling his name instinctively frustrated and see what it resulted.

My Bright...

"Hey."

My tone became gentle even before I knew, my anger vanished and my heart replaced with extreme care for this guy in front of me. I don't like seeing him like that... I hate to see him sad.

I softly sat besides him on the bed placing my hand on his warm hand and then held it tightly and firmly

"I am not going to scold you..."

I said caressing it with my fingers and a small smile crept through his lips though it did not really reach his eyes

I should have known better... the past three days, he was quite upset not being able to walk and see at the same time yet he didn't even throw a single tantrum or didn't even try to pick a fight with me and P'Tul.

"I don't mind you scolding me... but..."

His words just hanged in mid air as he kind of smiled softly as paused permenantly and even though I knew what he was going to say, I wanted him to say it himself.

He has been supressing his emotions a little too much than he should for the past few days because I think he is guilty thinking that he is troubling us after getting injured out of his stubborness. I don't blame him for that though. I was a mess myself after that music room confession and with everything that went through his mind, I can only imagine what he might have felt. Insecurities can be a bitch sometimes.