Exchange Gift

2

Win Seneca Iamkajorn reclines on the soft leather bean bag, happy to finally be able to relax.

It's been a long day of Excel sheets and supplier meetings and he was looking forward to a glass of wine and free food.

But then Tay bounces right beside him and he knew the silence was about to get shattered.

"Soooo...you and Bright finally together?"

Win groans. Not this again. "We're just friends, Tay."

"You don't look like friends."

"Fine. BEST friends. He's my best friend."

"Wrong. I'm your best friend. You and Bright much more than that."

"You are the only person who thinks that," Win scoffs, closing his eyes. Trying to nap despite Tay's presence.

Tay smirks. "Hey Milk!"

"'Sup?," Milk says as she fusses over the buffet table Love set up.

"Do you think Bright and Win are boyfriends?"

"Yes."

"Milk!," protests Win. "Not you too!"

"The two of you are the only ones who don't know you're in a relationship."

"He doesn't like me that way," Win keeps protesting.

"Oh so you do?," Tay asks waggling his eyebrows.

"No. We're friends. Bros."

Milk sighs loudly. "Win babe. I am sorry but the two of you are like a married couple who just never kiss."

Win turns beet red and Milk and Tay's jaws drop to the ground.

"Win Seneca Iamkajorn why the fuck are you blushing?? Did the two of you kiss??? Why wasn't I informed?"

"Because I knew you'd react this way!"

"So you are boyfriends!"

"No! No! It was one time. And it was nothing! That's all."

"A one time nothing with tongue?"

"NO!" Win puts his head in his hands. "Goddamnit guys."

"But you wanted tongue," presses Tay.

Win hits him with a throw pillow. "It's not like that."

"Then tell us how it was."

Win silently curses how easily he face turns red. He did not plan on telling anyone especially not extreme shipper Tay Samuel Tawan.

Besides it was hardly a kiss. It lasted one second. Maybe less.

Not even enough time for him to close his eyes.

Not even enough time for him to catch his breath.

Not even enough time to still his erratic heart.

Not even enough time for it to mean anything.

"It didn't mean anything," Win said with a groan of frustration.

"Who are you trying to convince, Seneca," Milk says as she shoves a glass of white into Win's hands.

"Please don't call me that," Win says.

"Just tell us how this meaningless kiss even happened and I promise to leave you alone," Tay says with a wide grin.