Love Syndrome - Rewritten

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You don't have to listen to the song, I just think it fits the vibe of the chapter. Hope you enjoy it. :)

Third Person/Day's P.O.V. (I'm not totally sure tbh)

The next couple of days felt unreal to them both. 

After they had woken up, smiles on their faces as they stared at each other, they realised that Brick had to leave. So they had rushed through dinner, as they both hadn't eaten since the morning of the day before, had talked through breakfast, and had slept through lunch, and then Brick had to drive all the way back. 

Day promised he would drive up the following weekend and that they had to call each other at least once a day, he admitted he couldn't stand the distance.

And so, Brick went back to school and Day continued his work at his salon, and the days just flew by. 

Brick had put on some weight again and Day had lost a little of the furrow in his brows, his eyes appearing lighter, kinder almost. 

And just as promised, Day left very early in the morning on Saturday to drive up to see Brick. 

After many hours of driving, he arrived at Brick's apartment and it had been worth it for him. The grueling hours behind the wheel were nothing compared to the smile that brightened Brick's face, and Day swore a halo appeared above his head as the morning sunlight shone through the windows inside his apartment. 

Brick had practically jumped onto him at the sight and luckily Day's instincts came in hand as he reached up, dropping his bag that he had brought, to hold Brick up by his thighs. 

They both laughed as Day walked them inside the apartment and he placed Brick gently down on the sofa before leaning down and swiftly placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

Brick melted into it and a feeling of calm over took him, his eyes fluttering closed...but it left as soon as it came, as Day had to go back outside to get his bag and shut the door. 

Brick excitedly showed Day his apartment, going over the photos of loved ones and friends and adventures he had put up above his desk, his posters of some race cars and famous drivers he wanted to be like, as well as his stack of papers already waiting for him, scattered all over the light-coloured wooden desk. 

Day took everything in and noted it inside his brain. The people in the photos, the places he had seen/been to, and the how much harder Brick worked...more than he had imagined when they first met. 

It took everything in him to not immediately push his boyfriend onto the bed. 

God he craved Brick.

His smell, his face, his touch, his voice, his eyes, his everything. 

But he reined himself in and instead they decided to go out for some breakfast, to which his and Brick's stomachs grumbled...loudly. 

They both had a bit of a laugh before deciding they felt like going to a nearby café that was within walking distance that Brick absolutely adored. It had this beautiful modernistic theme with natural elements like vines crawling up the bricks and dangling flower plants, as well as massive tinted glass artworks that acted as windows. 

Day couldn't tell Brick this but he gulped at the sight, it seemed expensive and even though he had plenty, and I mean plenty, of money to spare, especially with co-owning the race-track that Nan worked at and what-not, he had never been someone who splurges. 

He had not once treated himself to something nice...it had always been for Night. 

It had all been for Night. 

And now, it was for Brick...but also for himself he realised. 

He didn't have to go with Brick, he wanted to. 

He wanted to enjoy nice things with an especially nice person by his side. 

And so, he let Brick hold his hand gently and pull him into the store and pick a table. Luckily he picked one near the back, further away from other patrons, right next to a massive glass artwork that allowed them to see outside but through a coloured lens. 

It was beautiful. 

And so was Brick.

The light was hitting him perfectly, shining an array of colours on his brown hair and illuminating his deep eyes, his long eyelashes accentuated by the glow. 

Brick thought the same about Day, his tall frame allowing the light to outline his muscle lines through the tight shirt he had been wearing. His dark hair and eyes shining more brightly as blues, reds, and yellows tinted his face and body. 

They were both too absorbed in each other to notice the waitress who had to cough to get their attention...she had been waiting for almost a minute trying to work up the courage to interrupt their moment. But she had a job to do and she could feel her boss's eyes glaring daggers into her back. 

They had both jumped slightly at the noise and turned to look at the waitress with embarrassed and horrified looks on their faces; her name tag read, Niran, they noted. Brick was bright red at this point and even Day had a hint of pink gracing his cheeks. 

Niran just smiled at them kindly, finding the couple cute and wholesome. 

"Are you ready to order?" Niran asked politely, her tone kind, to which both of them asked for some extra time as they hadn't even looked at the menus yet. So she nodded and left. 

Both Brick and Day turned back to look at each other before letting out their laughs, people turned to give them odd looks, others kind ones, and they just looked over their menus deciding what they wanted. 

When Niran saw they were ready, she went to take their order; it was only her and the boss here as it was a relatively small place.

As Brick and Day waited for their orders, causally talking about how things were going, Day informed Brick that he was thinking of getting a condo here in Bangkok so that he could spend more time with his brother and Brick, as well as maybe go back to managing the race-track a bit more, now that his salon had opened properly. The race-track partial ownership had been something his boss had allowed him to keep when he left, as he knew Day had an interest in racing and management. Plus he was a good employee. And Day could always organise his V.I.P customers for certain days. 

While Brick started getting excited over how much they could do and how he'd be able to see his boyfriend more, as they continued to discuss the topic, they didn't hear the bell on the door to the café ring, or notice the person who walked through the door. 

But the new customer noticed them, and more specifically the slender, beautiful man who was facing him but solely focused on the person opposite him. 

"Brick?..." Pete whispered under his breath.