twitter 2. / brightwin

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"win..." he pushed me. "you're drunk. we can't do this." he said and pulled me to the parking lot.

i followed him and went inside his car. he put my seatbelts on as i stared at his face.

he went to the driver's seat. "don't you miss this...." i muttered drunkly as i placed my hand on his thigh.

i heard him exhaled heavily as he took my hand and placed it on my lap instead.

"sleep. you're drunk." i rolled my eyes at him and stared the window.

"i just want to feel your lips again." i muttered drunkly and pouted.

he didn't even answered and stayed silent.

then i fell asleep.

i woke up with a headache. i groaned and slowly opened my eyes.

i widened my eyes and quickly checked my clothes.

thankfully, i'm not naked.

i sighed heavily and hold my chest. then a pain went through my head.

"shit." i whispered and held my head. i was so drunk right now.

"you're up?" my head quickly went towards to the person and saw bright. my eyes widened.

"what the hell?! how did i-"

"you were very drunk last night, win. get out from the bed, i cooked a soup for you." he said lazily and went out of the room.

i was still shocked. i actually didn't remembered everything last night. i just remembered that i was dancing with my friends.....

FUCK, MY FRIENDS?!

i stood up when i can't find my phone everywhere. i went out of bright's room and walked towards him. i saw him placing food on the table.

"where's my phone?!"

"calm down, i charged it over there." he chuckled. i rolled my eyes and went to take it.

"i already told your friends last night." he added. i stopped typing my phone and looked at him.

"uh- are they mad at me?"

"not really." he chuckled.

"and why is that? you're the reason why i'm fired." i muttered and checked my phone.

"w-what? you're fired?"

"well, i actually quited since your manager is shit." i stood up and went towards him.

"fuck that guy." he mummured but then i heard him.

"why? do you hate that guy also?" i frowned at him.

he sighed heavily. "i was always forced by that guy win."

"what do you mean?"

"he always wanted to take everything for me. nevermind, it's a long story." he sat on the chair and gestured me to take a sit.

i sat on the table and looked at him. i decided not to say anything because i don't want to bother his personal life.

"the picture." i muttered and took a spoon. bright looked at me.

"the what?"

"did you know who took the picture?" i said clearly.

"i didn't know who fucking took that picture. i've actually asked the manager of your condo about the list of people who stay in there..." he said.

"then i saw one name....i'm still not sure about it..." he said slowly.

"who?" i frowned and stopped eating.

"sunny."