Day & Brick Book 4(Love Syndrome)

CHAPTER - 2 🔞

Neil went to a shop selling cooked rice, which is street food where people sit and eat. Day took Brick and sat in the shop. While Brick was sitting and frowning the whole time. Nick was always fiddling with Neil's arms. "What is it?" Day asked quietly but looking fierce. "I'm dizzy," Brick said in a muffled voice. He slumped his head against the table as he waited for the food. "What did I tell you?' Day asked in a deep voice. Brick nodded and looked at Day with his eyes reddened by alcohol. "Can you stop complaining? The more you complain, the more my head hurts," Brick yelled not very loudly. Day sat in silence not saying anything but in his heart, he was a little nervous, he wanted to grab his lover and hit him like a child. When the food was served. Brick took some and ate it, the taste of the spicy soup was enough to clear his head and throat a little. "It's delicious," said Brick looking at his lover. Day didn't say anything. He sat and ate in silence until Brick felt uncomfortable because Day didn't say anything. While Neil got food for Nick and continued feeding him periodically. When he finished eating. Neil paid the check and took them to the car. Day can't stand Brick so he went to the car first. Brick, who was very dizzy, felt deeply disappointed, but he tried to walk to the car by himself. "Thanks." Day said to Neil, who drove him and Brick home first. Neil nodded before walking away. Day went open to the gate and Brick walked in and staggered slightly. When Day closed the gate and opened the door, he went straight to the kitchen without saying anything. At first, Brick really wanted to lie down on the couch because he was sleepy and drunk but the scold on Day's face was uncomfortable, causing Brick to follow Day into the kitchen. When he walked in, he saw Day standing in front of the fridge, drinking water. "Day," Brick hugs Day from behind and calls out to his lover in a whisper, his face leaning into Day's shoulder impatiently. Day reminded silent. "What's wrong? Why don't you talk to me? Brick asked softly. "You said you didn't want me to talk, so I don't want you to complain." Day said quietly, making Brick realize that Day was not pleased with Brick yelling at the restaurant.

"I don't want you to complain when

I'm drunk." Brick said softly because

he realized that he was also wrong and

that he drank himself like that. Day

took Brick's hand away, then he turned to look at his lover .

"If you don't want me to complain, I

won't. Well, do what you want, I guess you can. I think you can take care of yourself. I won't get tired, isn't that good?" Day said grimly. He had to stop himself from being cruel to his lover. "Um, why do you say that? I didn't mean anything, Besides, I knew you were with me, that's why I drank, too much," Brick argued back in a wavering and not very loud voice. "So what did I tell you? What's the condition when you drink too much? I told you I don't want a wife like a dog. Can you see yourself?" Day continued to exclaim. Brick frowned, feeling dizzy and something hit his throat. "It's just a birthday party," Brick continued to argue, his eyes started to water but he still rested. Day sighed wearily because he knew he was arguing with a drunk "Go upstairs, take a shower and change your clothes. Don't make me lose my temper." Day pushed Brick forward because he didn't want to fight with his lover. In Brick's condition. he would get hurt. "Let's go upstairs together," Brick grabbed Day's arm and staggered until Day had to support him. Day was a little upset, he gritted his teeth and endured it because he knew Brick dared to drink because he was with him. But Day wondered if he didn't go with him, how would Brick: be? Could he go home? Or would it be dragged by someone? Because since they been dating, he felt like Brick had more pheromones released. "Up to the bedroom," Day said in a deep voice, dragging Brick out of the kitchen and into the bedroom "You... uh... mm" Brick could only get those words out and covered his mouth with his hand, as the content of his stomach rose until Brick couldn't stop it and let go of it, splattered on Day's shirt, who gritted his teeth while Brick could barely stand. "That's it." Day yelled loudly before grabbing Brick and taking off his shirt. He dragged him to the bedroom, and he almost fell down the stairs many times. Day took him to the bedroom and tossed his shirt in the laundry hamper before dragging Brick into the bathroom. They were both shirtless. Brick tried to throw up again so Day took him to the bathroom leaving Brick to puke it all up. "Oh.." Brick threw up until his stomach was completely empty. He sat on the