From Day 1 ❦ BrightWin ✔

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Long chap!! 🔞❗

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The party goes on for the next few hours, and everyone appears to be enjoying themselves. More guests turned up not long after the surprise, so the house is now quite full; people are in every room downstairs, chatting and laughing with drinks in hand, and a few are even on the dance floor.

"I can't believe you're actually dancing with me," Bright murmurs into Win's neck, where they are slow-dancing together.

"Shut up; I don't mind when it's like this," Win mumbles back.

"Well, we've got one song left guys," New announces into the microphone of Jiya's karaoke machine, (which he thought made the DJ-ing more professional), "and I know it's a favorite of Bright's, so here we go!"

"Oh no," Win says as the music starts, rolling his eyes when Bright pulls back to grin massively at him.

"It's the song, Winnie!" Bright exclaims teasingly. "The song!"

"I know," Win replies, preparing himself for the worst.

Bright grabs one of Win's hands from where his arms are looped around his neck and spins him quickly around in a circle before they start their normal mad dancing. It is not long before Saint, Zee, Tay and New join them and it brings back many happy memories.

It really is the perfect end.

A perfect goodbye.

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"Remind me why you offered to do all of the tidying up on your own?" Win says, dragging a black bin-bag around the living room, picking up plastic cups and paper plates.

"I've got you to help," Bright points out as he walks into the kitchen.

Not long after the party ended, Bright convinced their friends and families that he would be okay to sort out tidying up himself – with Win's help of course. Win didn't protest – as the party had been his idea after all – but he didn't particularly want to spend the rest of his Saturday cleaning.

He went along with it as enthusiastically as he could however; all he could think about was the short amount of time he had left with Bright.

About forty-five minutes after they started, Win is untangling the wires, when he feels arms wrapping slowly around his waist and tickly breath on his neck.

"Have you finished?" Bright whispers, kissing the shell of Win's ear.

"N-not quite," Win stutters, repressing a shiver from the feeling of his boyfriend's lips on his skin.

"That's a shame," Bright murmurs, pulling Win even closer to his chest. "I was thinking today could be the day."

"W-what?" Win spins quickly around to face the older boy, his eyes widened in surprise and his heart beating a mile a minute.

"Well, you've done so much for me, planning this party and such; I'd love to make it up to you." Bright leans in slightly – to press his lips chastely to Win's jaw. "Besides," he mumbles against Win's skin, "just seeing you today has reminded me how much I want you... all of the time. You are just too beautiful for your own good. You're going to have all the boys fawning over you when I'm gone, but they need to know that you're mine."

He stops and nips at Win's neck, sucking until a reddish-purple bruise begins to bloom under the surface.

"I'm y-yours?" Win squeaks pathetically.