Feeling.

Wonderful Unknown

Bright looks across their living room, laughing as he watches Win attempt to assemble his new bookcase. "Stop making fun of me."

"Why won't you just let me help?" Bright asks, getting up from the couch and settling onto the floor beside him. Win doesn't look up from the instruction manual, just rolls his eyes and continues reading. "It will go faster if we do it together."

Still, he refuses to respond.

Bright moved into his house about six months after that one evening on his couch. And six more months have gone by when Win decides to absolutely lose his mind at Ikea one day. Win comes home with a trunk full of organizers, containers, and one new bookcase. When Bright eyed him in surprise, Win shrugged, mumbling that they had too many things that they needed to store now.

"Faster does not mean better."

"Oh, trust me, I know that," Bright says, leaning forward to place a few soft kisses to his shoulder. Win groans, but he smiles when Win annoyance breaks way to laughter.

"Bright," he says sternly, finally setting down the instructions to look at him. "You've lived here for six months and there are still boxes of books and movies that we have no room for. I want this to feel like your home, too," he says.

He smiles softly. "I'm here with you. Trust me, it feels like home."

Win leans forward, catching his lips with Win for a brief moment. "That's nice. Now go make yourself useful and grab me a beer."

Bright barks out a laugh at this, and Win giggles easily as he pushes him away gently, returning to his little project.

When he returns, Win's smiling to himself. Win takes the beer gratefully from him, watching him as Bright sprawls out on his floor. Bright stares up at the ceiling, and he can feel Win's eyes on him.

"Do you think I'm crazy for bringing all of this stuff home?" Win asks.

He laughs, his eyes still on the white ceiling. "Most definitely, baby. But that's what I love about you."

Win quiet for a minute, and he waits for his response. "Marry me."

"What?" Bright asks, because he's still processing what Win's said. Bright doesn't look at him, not yet. He's too in shock at what is happening.

Win sets the instructions to the side, leaning forward. "Marry me, Bright," he says softly.

Bright finally turns his head to look at him. His brown eyes are sure, confident. Win moves forward, maneuvering onto his hands and knees, and smiles as he looks down at him, Win's head inches above his. Win grinning down at him, and he can't help but return the smile.

"You're not romantic."

Win laughs. "Aren't you supposed to answer me before you criticise me?"

"What was the question?" Bright asks playfully, because now that his brain is up to speed, god, he loves Win. And Bright could listen to him ask this question over and over again.

"Will you marry me?" Win asks.

Bright leans upward, his lips crashing into Win's before he stands up, abandoning Win on the floor.

"Um, okay, Bright," Win calls out, and he laughs as he runs into their bedroom before returning quickly with a velvet box in his hand. He smiles, watching as Wun settles back, resting on his heels. Bright gets down on one knee.

"Of course I will marry you, Win. You make me happier than I knew I ever could be," he says softly, his eyes never leaving Win's as he presents the ring to him. Win tears up, shaking his head.