I Accidentally Hit on my Crush's Brother (BL Series: 01)

Prologue

"Hiro..."

As the cold breeze sliced through our one-meter distance, my pounding heart remained a secret from the man before me. He stood there, a radiant smile lighting up his face, utterly captivating.

"Ano 'yon?"

Deep down, I knew how this would unravel after our interaction today. That grin, those eyes sparkling with joy—the next words would only pierce deeper.

"I got a girlfriend. Do you remember Vina from high school? We rekindled just yesterday," he shared, brimming with excitement.

I strained to form a smile, clenching my fists behind my back, maintaining the façade I've worn for years.

"Yeah, I remember. She was your quiet seatmate back then, right? How is she now?" I struggled to keep my lips from trembling.

"Nagulat talaga ako no'ng nalaman kong anak siya ng boss ko. You know, the company I'm working at? Hiro, I swear, she's just as precious as before. She's matured remarkably. It was amazing reconnecting with her," he laughed, rubbing his ear, now as red as a tomato.

Why subject myself to this familiar pain? I shouldn't have asked anything.

"Oh? Congrats, Kace," I forced a smile and tapped his shoulder. "May iba ka pa bang sasabihin?"

He pouted and slung his arm over my shoulders. "Ba't parang wala ka sa mood? Ayos ka lang ba?"

Most likely not, considering you were my first love, you idiot.

I awkwardly chuckled, "Wala, kulang lang siguro 'yung kinain kong almusal." Yeah, right.

"Oh, gutom pala ang Hiro ko. Alright, where do you want to eat? Libre ko," he offered. I gently removed his arm and turned away. "Hiro?"

"No, it's fine. I have an appointment with my editor," I lied, lips pursed, gaze fixed on the sky. "Kace."

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy?" I prayed he didn't catch a glimpse of my expression.

"So happy," he giggled.

"Then, that's good."

It hurts. I shouldn't have asked.

Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Hiro David, 24 years old, a freelance writer. The man I was talking to is my childhood friend and first love, Kace Aleja, 24 years old, an office worker. Just like those cliché love stories, I've harbored a foolish love for this man for 15 years, who is undoubtedly straight.

I often wonder how he'd react to knowing his close friend for over a decade is gay and has viewed him differently.

It's been half a year since I last saw him in person. He's in Manila, and I'm stuck in the province. I've lost the courage and motivation to thrive. Not just because of my unrequited love—well, maybe partly—but mainly because I lack purpose.

I'm just waiting for the day I die.

"Kuya Hiro... ah.."

Huh?

"Do you know what you're doing, Kuya Hiro?"

What is this?

"No, I need to prepare you."

Prepare for what? I can't see anything!

"I know you will forget about this tomorrow anyway."

Sh-t, what's going on?!

"I'm gonna cvm, Kuya Hiro. Ah.. sh-t."

Then suddenly, a lusty image appeared in front me. A man, panting like crazy, with his length halfway inside of me.

"Does it hurt?"

"Kuya Hiro.."

"Kuya.."

"Hiro.."

"Hi.."

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I exclaimed as I got up from my bed.

Was it a dream?

Drenched in sweat, I clutched my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my heart.

Glancing around, the absence of any trace of his presence only deepened the mystery.

What was that about?!

Was it a dream?!

Haa.

Yeah, Hiro, stop fooling yourself.

I exhaled heavily, grappling with the vividness of the memory. "No... it couldn't have been. I remember it all too clearly."

With a hesitant motion, I drew back the blanket that draped over me, accepting the harsh reality that lingered beyond its comforting embrace.

"Today might be the day I meet my end. Perhaps, I should."

I bit my lip, staring at the marks on my legs left by that man.

Napasabunot ako sa malalang panghihinayang sa sariling katangahan.

I just spent a night with my childhood friend.

Not with Kace, but with...

His brother, Kade.

Ah, I'm doomed.

Yeah, I should just dig myself a grave.

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To be continued...

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