𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 | 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧

9

After the exhausting day, some of the crew fetched the two to their apartment. They left their vehicles at the apartment's car park and quickly went out to eat dinner at the nearest restaurant together.

Most of the crew still had energy left but Bright was too tired to even laugh at their jokes.

"This show's gonna be a hit, I can feel it." one of them stated. The others agreed.

"That's right. Look at them being all touchy now!" one of them showed his phone. It was a live footage of Win and Love in bed wearing their matching red robes.

Bright leaned forward to watch it properly and saw that Love was massaging Win's legs. After a while, they massaged each other's back.

Everyone was cheering for them while he sat there, not being able to utter a word. His heart felt heavy that he didn't feel like talking anymore.

It was indeed undeniable, their attraction towards each other was getting stronger each day.

Bright felt that he was slowly losing Win, although he knew he wasn't his from the start and that pained him even more.

During the whole dinner, the crew talked about Win and Love being sweet even behind the scenes of the show.

It was torturous for Bright to hear. He had these strong feelings for Win Metawin ever since that day. Not only did he want to thank him over and over again, he also wanted to take good care of him.

That was the only time in his life that he knew what love at first sight felt like.

However, listening to all the things Win and Love could be made him want to forget everything.

All it takes is a few bottles,
he thought.

After the dinner, everyone separated and drove to their respective homes while Bright entered the first bar he could find.

He ordered a bottle of vodka and with every sad thought that comes to his mind, he swallows a burning shot of it in his throat.

Other negative thoughts started coming into his head.

His family who abandoned him and his mother, his mother still struggling to cope without her husband, and him not being able to make her proud.

All of it was overwhelming, and soon that was how he felt too when he gulped too much till his vision went blurry. He slurred as he tried to order for the third bottle of vodka.

"Sir, I apologise but we cannot give you any more of it." the bartender said as he tried to tap on Bright who was now laying his head on the counter table.

Bright understood so he decided to give whatever amount he whips out from his pocket and left as he should.

With eyes half-opened, he dragged himself to the familiar building that he noticed, guessing he was almost home. Mindlessly, he pressed the level he first thought of and trudged down to the familiar door.

He fumbled for his car keys and tried to unlock the door with it. The keys clearly didn't fit the keyhole but he tried again and again.

"Who.. locked me out?" he muttered.

After all the noises he had made, the door started to unlock and showed a drowsy Win in his red robe.

"Huh? W-why are you in.. in my house?" Bright garbled.

Win sniffed and immediately knew.

"Oh no, P'Bai.. we have work tomorrow so why.." he said to himself as he contemplated on what to do.

He knew Bright wasn't in his right mind for a decent conversation.

There's no way he would sleep in this apartment, Win thought.

That was when Bright started to gag. Fully aware, Win rushed him quietly to the toilet incase he vomits. Minutes have passed and Bright hasn't vomitted. He slopped onto the toilet floor all tired and sleepy.

Win felt bad, he should atleast bring him back home safely. And that's what he did.

He silently changed into a sweatshirt and shorts before walking his way to Bright who was leaning outside their door. Win took his car keys and looked for the car at the car park.

Bright slept like a log on the backseat while Win drove like a professional. As the keychains swayed with the movement of the car, Win remembered the red car keychain that he saw Bright hide.

He knew it was his. But he wondered why Bright had kept it with him.

When they reached his house, Win groaned as he supported Bright's weight while they walked to his door. He struggled as he opened the door and lead Bright to the sofa.

Bright lost his balance and ended up falling onto the sofa with Win who was now stuck below him.

The younger boy tried to escape but the latter was too heavy. He couldn't do anything but look at Bright's closed eyes, red cheeks and pouty lips.

Oddly, he felt his face heating up as their faces were a few inches away.

His heartbeat quickens when Bright slowly closed the gap between them. As their noses touched, he shut his eyes. He felt the older's breath caress his face as warmth and softness sank onto his lips.

Bright started to explore Win's mouth as he kissed more passionately. The younger boy unconsciously sucked the latter's bottom lip as a response. As seconds passed, both made out synchronously. Bright was about to use his tongue until he pulled away which made Win open his eyes.

With a husky voice, Bright muttered,
"I'm hard."