late in the night as he sat with bright on the car, with wind blowing into his hair and songs playing on the radio, win realises that he is in love.
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[the lines in italics are the lyrics of the song playing in the background]
the wind blowing into his hair felt pleasant as win looked out the window, bright driving the car next to him. the radio was playing some popular r&b song which win hummed along to. it was dark, the stars shining brightly, twinkling beautifully.
"i feel like one of those pinterest people," win blurted suddenly, chuckling lightly at his own thought, "maybe we should stop and take some pictures."
"we should, once we reach the motel. the sky is really pretty today." bright replied, a small smile on his face as he took a glance at win.
the road was empty and it was silent, except for the song playing on the radio. win hummed along with it here and there, appreciating the peaceful atmosphere.
"oh wow, this is my favorite song!" bright said next to him as the song changed, smiling like a kid on christmas morning. win let out an amused snort at his excitement, but his eyes were fond as he looked at bright.
"you can hear it in the silence, silence~" bright sang along, voice pleasant and smooth like honey, exaggerating his facial expression and cracking with laughter at his own dramatics. his eyes sparkled with so much joy at that moment, win wished he could stare at them all day.
"you can feel it on the way home~" win joined him, just to hear that bright laughter again, just to see bright's nose scrunch up in happiness again. he bit his lip to keep his fond smile hidden, but it didn't help. their shoulders touched and win felt sparks flying throughout his body, but it wasn't enough. he looked away when bright looked at him.
you can see it with the lights out, lights out~
he felt bright's gaze on him, on his cheek, on his hair, on his mouth, down the length of his throat. And when he was brave enough to look again, bright was already looking away.
you are in love, true love~
his hand curled at his side, brushing against bright's on the gear.
You are in love~
he saw bright bite his lip, hiding a smile of his own. his slender fingers curled around win's own, and win looked away, a bright blush on his cheek. his fingers traced bright's.
one night he wakes, strange look on his face~
it felt like all the air in his lungs had been replaced by an emotion he couldn't put his finger on.
pauses, then says, you're my best friend~
he looked down, heart beating fast like he had run a marathon.
and you knew what it was, he is in love~
if bright looked at him again, he'd fall in love.
you can hear it in the silence, silence; you can feel it on the way home, way home~
something pulled at him, a hand, a heart, or gravity, and he turned. bright was looking at the road ahead, on hand on the steering, the other on win's heart. he stared, he waited.
you can see it with the lights out, lights out, you are in love~
and when bright looked up and met his eyes this time, he didn't look away.
