Brightwin|Soulbound

CHAPTER) 9

"What the hell was all that about?" Win said, sounding as incredulous as ever. The boys had just seated themselves in Bright's car before Win began his interrogation.
" What ever do you mean Win Metawin?" Bright asked with an accent, to which Win responded with a scoff.
" Since when was I staying at your place is what I mean Bright Vachirawit!" Win crossed his arms before staring out the window, he just wanted to be at his mothers house, sleeping in his more than comfortable bed.
He had enough of Bright for the day.
"Oh no," Bright gasped as Win snapped his head towards him just in time to catch the boy placing his palm on his chest.
"Don't tell me you forgot, we've been planning this day for months babe." Win felt his heart begin to beat faster as at the sound of the endearment.
Obviously he wasn't going to show Bright the effect it had on him, so he snorted before giving Bright the best scowl he could possibly adopt.
"Okay okay, fine." Bright lifted his hands in the air in surrender before chuckling.
" We're going to be busy for a while and shit so I thought why not sleep together while we're at it." Bright's smirk that he tended to have on his face at his own comments made a reappearance. One in which Win didn't seem to particularly appreciate at this very moment.
"Ha ha. How flattering, just say you wanna have a sleep over and go." Win rolled his eyes, not understanding why Bright hadn't just asked him beforehand.
It's not like he would refuse.
ooOOoo
As soon as the boys entered,Win fell in a trance, more than pleased by the white marble floors and overall modern appearance of the condo.
" Modern is your theme I see?" Win joked, a slight smile on his face as he observed the room.
"Don't act like you're any different. Though I must say you're mother seems to be quite into vintage."
Win shook his head, recalling the amount of vintage stores he was forced to visit at his mothers request.
"That would be an understatement." Bright chuckled at that before nodding towards the couches.

"You play FIFA?" He asked, a challenging glint in his eyes.
"Better than you could ever." A challenging smile grazing Win's features.
"Is that a challenge?" Bright asked, tone lacked with amusement.
"With my skills, I'd hardly call it that." Win shrugged before finding his seat on the couch, momentarily appreciating the comfort of them.
"Well come on then babe, show me what you got."
Win disregarded the endearment with a shake of his head before grabbing a remote.
The pair began their war, expressions shifting from that of anger, frustration, amusement and in some moments content.

That's how it was between them, that's how it was always supposed to be between them.
ooOOoo
"Come on, one more round!" Win whined, not even close to being content at losing all 10 rounds they had played.
"Playing again isn't going to change the result Win. Let's go to sleep now, it's getting late." Bright said, standing to close the console but was jerked back from a pull on his wrist.
"Please?"
Bright gazed at the boys eyes feeling some sort of unknown pleasure as he watched the boy peaks beneath him.
He felt a burning sensation in his wrist as he was urged to get closer.
"No."
He replied, lips quirking at the frown that pulled on the younger's face.
"Come on then." He got up before nodding towards the bedroom.
Win didn't know what to expect of his room.
He ogled the room, black beedsheets, wooden floors, foreign band posters scattered around his walls Win struggled to recognise.

"Is my room to your liking?" Win heard the amusement in his voice.
" I like it." Win said softly. Bright hummed in return before moving around his room, rummaging through his draws.
" I'm gonna shower, you can have one after me. The password for the internet's over there." Bright pointed towards his desk before leaving.

After connecting to the internet, Win opted to call Cara.
"Hel-"
"WIN METAWIN YOU LITTLE SHIT." Win winced as she bellowed in his ear.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking Cara." Win rolled his eyes before walking towards the bed.
"Right, that comes first doesn't it?" The guilt in her tone made Win chuckle.
"It's fine Cara, I hope you're doing okay."
"Fuck whatever I'm doing, you tell me what you're doing!" Win ignored the innuendo, threading the soft fabric between his fingers in thought.
"I'm-I'm not doing much Cara." Win shrugged, disregarding the fact that Cara couldn't see him. He wasn't about to inform Cara of his sleepover plans with Bright. He was not in the mood to deal with her endless questioning not to mention the teasing that would no doubt follow.