Win was late for the shoot today.

His pale visage and dry lips threw obvious signs that he wasn't well enough to carry on with the shooting.

"Phi", Dew scooted closer to Bright, "Win doesn't look good, does he?"

Bright's stomach clenched at the words. What happened to his Win? Is he sick? Why did he come if that was the case?

"You go ask him, how do I know", Bright shooed him away and pretended to shuffle across the papers to divert his attention. Involuntarily, he started tapping his left leg— something he does when he's worried or nervous.

"P'Bai! I am sorry I am late", Win sat beside him before throwing him a weak bunny smile.

"Are you alright?" He mumbled.

Win went stoic for a second before nodding, "I am. What could happen to me?" He smiled and coughed a bit before trying to suppress it.

"You don't look good", Bright blankly stated before turning away from him. He suppressed his urge to hug his boyfriend and pat his head.

Clench, unclench. He flexed his jaw, clearly getting irritated at the management team who weren't doing the whole thing faster. He wanted to snap at them and shout at them to do the damn live faster and get over with it.

"Nong looks sick", Nani patted Win's shoulder, "are we alright, Win?"

"I am, Phi. It's just—" Win's weak voice was cut out by the cameraman.

"We are starting live in 2 minutes", The cameraman said.

It's just... It's just what, Win? Bright thought but didn't say it out loud.

•••

All four of them were made to sit in different rooms for the live.

And as if it were a blessing, the middle of the live soon approached through their jokes and games. Bright did his part while looking at Win through his peripheral vision on the videos and kept a check on him.

His anger rose when Win held his head in his palm and let out sighs, occasionally. He had to admit, the younger was really good at hiding everything. His smile is enough to cover up all his wounds. The same smile which Bright fell for. Bright's heart melted for the younger watching him put up a perfect version of himself.

He adores the tolerance level and determination of the latter. But sometimes, just like what he feels now, he gets irritated and annoyed at how he covers up the imperfections. He wants him to be himself because if somebody isn't ready to accept him as who he is, Bright was, is, and will always be ever ready to do so.

It was almost at the end when Win looked up at Bright with the weak eyes, probably telling him he can no longer endure it and Bright got all flamed up.

He signaled the management, desperately, to end the live for the day. He didn't even spare a thought on the fact that fans might get to see him doing those signals and asking the management to end it.

When it did end, he jumped up and ran towards the room Win was in and clapped a hand on his forehead.

"You're burning up, bun!" He panicked. Win was seriously sick, what if it gets worse?

"P'Eed! Call P'Eed!" He screamed, hugging Win and letting his head fall in the crook of his neck.

Soon P'Eed rushed inside the room with a doctor.

•••

Win stayed eyes closed inside Bright's car, while his head throbbed in pain.

"Bun, are you alright? Hm? We'll reach my condo in few minutes, okay?" Bright cooed, trying his best not to panic again.

This hella management! Everything's their fucking fault!

"Phi Bai, I am alright", he mumbled in reply.

"Hold on a bit, hm?"

As soon as he parked the car inside, he helped Win in his condo and helped him lie down on his bed.

"Mae, can you help Win change? Let me bring the luggage from the car", Bright said to his mom who was busy pretending she was watching an interesting show on the television and that she absolutely didn't get to know that her son brought his boyfriend home.

"Win's here? Okay, you go do your job", his mom hurried her way in placing AME on the couch.

Bright was soon back upstairs with his and his boyfriend's bags. He kept them in the living room before entering his bedroom. He stopped in his tracks as his brain short-circuited on seeing his boyfriend in Bright's silver pajamas.

If that's not ethereal, what is?

If his boyfriend weren't sick, he would have kissed him until they both were out of breath.

He let out a shaky breath before walking towards the sleeping body. Win's body was unusually warm still. He ran his palms over his warm forehead, brushing the strands away, delicately as if afraid to ruin a masterpiece.

"You feel uncomfortable, right? It'll be alright soon", Bright whispered before pressing a kiss on his forehead.

He stood up and cover up Win's hands and tucked the blanket around him. He then jogged into the bathroom for a quick shower.

When he was done, he pulled over one of the red silk matching pajamas and went out to the kitchen.

"Oh, you are right on time! I have informed Ole, Win will be here tonight. Now come on, feed him the soup, he'll come around soon", his mom handed him two bowls of soup and bread.

"Two?"

"One for you and one for your boyfriend", she chuckled before rubbing her hands on her apron. Bright blushed.

Bright entered his room to find Win awake and staring at the ceiling.

"Bun, you're awake? How do you feel?" He carefully placed the portable table on the bed and placed the tray of food on it.

"Quite good", his voice was raspy as Win answered Bright, " but I am slweepy", he answered while yawning.

"Let's have some,yeah? Then we'll go to sleep", Bright cooed. His boyfriend was too cute to handle.

Win smiled and opened his mouth.

"Eat yourself, big baby", Bright chuckled.

"Feed me! Please—" Win pouted, his puffy eyes droopy.

"URGH fine!" Bright groaned.

It was not that he didn't want to feed him. It was that if he wouldn't behave with him as he'd normally do he'd feel bad about it and will end up thinking he's up to no good— which is not true!

•••

After the dinner, Bright wrapped an arm around Win, who in turn, pressed his face on Bright's chest and hugged him tightly.

"You know, bun? I was so scared today...", He started.

"Why?" Win mumbled.

"You looked so sick", Bright confessed, "plus, I don't like when you try to cover your discomforts or imperfections up!"

"Stop overthinking! I wasn't covering up anything. It was that the last day's trip got me a bit tired and I wasn't rested enough. It's quite common", he mumbled.

Bright knew it wasn't entirely true. He was sick and in no circumstances will he be accepting it right away.

"Alright", Win broke the silence after a few moments, "I was sick, okay?"

And this is how Win would accept it after a while of contemplation and a series of inner dilemmas of whether to confess or no.

Bright knew it and he was ever ready to love this Win who was imperfectly perfect and the Win who's an ever-continuing inner dilemma and an outflowing amount of determination to ace at something and the Win who secretly sulks so that he might not come out as a clingy monkey to his partner.

"Okay. Good night, bunny!" Bright said and let out a sigh of relief.

He's going to cherish this night for who knows when will he get such a chance of sleeping with Win by his side? And he prays the next time Win might be here sleeping beside him all healthy.

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I am so sad to see Winnie sick in today's Live at Lunch and the way Bright was asking the management to end the live had my heart 😩💖 I wish I could find someone like Bright in my life🤧

Me and my bestie ssouriantt wrote this on the same prompt. Go check hers out!