Vintage

Chapter 08: A Dance On A Night Of A Full Moon

Win feels the nape of his neck damp. He suddenly sweats a lot, and he doesn't like the feeling. He groans, trying to spread both of his arms, but he frowns when he feels one of them is stuck somewhere. The man flutters his eyes open and the first thing he sees is the fancy LED ceiling light of a room that he is not familiar with.

He turns to his side, and his mouth is agape. He's taking some time to process what's happening. He is lying on a bed with... Bright. The CEO has his arms wrapped around him. That's why he's trapped.

It looks like he's asleep, too. Win instantly feels his heart thumping fast against his ribs, welcoming an unfamiliar feeling within him. His stomach is fluttering, and he feels something move inside of him, but he can't quite figure out what it is.

Win stares at Bright's face. He notices a few faded scars scattered on his cheeks, his upper lip, his left eyebrow as well as the corner of his left eye. Win feels like he should be freaking out right now, right? He should get up and smack Bright on his chest. Then he should scream at his face, saying how he's a pervert for holding him like this. However, none of those things happen.

Instead, Win scoots closer to Bright and buries his face against the man's neck. He hasn't slept for days and it is a miracle that he felt asleep earlier. This pervert somehow gives him a comfort that he can't even describe how good it is.

Win shouldn't be doing this, he knows, because they just met last week. They know nothing about each other apart from names. Their first meeting wasn't that nice, either. He smiles, remembering how he almost hit Bright with a vintage lamp at his store.

Meanwhile, Bright feels Win's lips moving against his neck. He knows Win is awake. He could also feel him staring at him just now. The older man shifts and loosens his embrace of Win. He softly places Win's head on the pillow and props his chin with his hand while staring at Win's face. It is flawless and his skin is very fair. Win's hair looks soft, like clouds.

"Khun, I know you're awake," Bright murmurs, laughing when the younger man's eyes flutter while his eyes are still closed. "You can't lie to me na khrab."

Win opens his eyes and pretends to be shocked. "YOU! PERVERT! What did you do to me?!" He gets up and scolds Bright.

The pervert has a playful smile on his lips. "You should be thanking me. You fell asleep in my arms and I had to carry you to this hotel room. When you were half awake, I gave you water, and you fell asleep again on my shoulder. Hmm, my body has been tormented today, na," he smirks at Win, causing the younger man's face to heat up in embarrassment.

Win can't believe he fell asleep just like that in Bright's presence. "Fine. Thank you, pervert," he mutters, loud enough for Bright to hear him.

"Must you call me with that name, though?"

"Yes, your nickname is pervert from now on. Do you have any problem with that?" Win challenges Bright, sitting cross-legged on the comfortable bed.