Win loved rains. Well except for today.

It was almost his bedtime and it was raining.

He glued his face with his bedroom window, sighing occasionally as he watched the cars go by one by one through the, now, empty roads.

Involuntarily, he traced a name over the foggy glass and spelling it like a kindergarten student - feeling every syllable as it rolled over his tongue.

B. R. I. G. H. T.

He groaned before erasing it with his palms and then walked groggily towards his bed.

He sighed again.

"I miss you, Bright", he whispered, stuffing his face in his fluffy pillows.

How he wishes Bright didn't have his shooting schedule today! How he wishes he was cuddling with his boyfriend right now!

They didn't see each other for 4 days for the constant shootings Bright did. Win was also busy with his MV shoot, but he still feels sad and empty.

Sometimes work just can't distract you. Your heart will still want, what it wants.

For the past few days, he never dared text him about how much he misses him and how much he wants to spend some time with him. Bright, too, didn't write the specific words to him. Probably because both thought the same thing- they might disturb each other's concentration over their works.

Win also thought if he wrote how much he misses him all the time, the latter will see him as a clingy and whiny weirdo.

He sniffed while working on lessening the ache on his longing heart, mentally concluding that his boyfriend might soon call him or meet him. Probably tomorrow?

His mind flew to the first time they met. How awkward they were! He tittered a bit before letting his thoughts fly to the times they had fought casually over 'which color shirts looks good on Bright or Win', 'which movie is the best', 'which food should they eat tomorrow after shoot', 'who should bring extra blanket next week', etc. He clapped shut his heating face after he remembered the time they debated on 'whose dick is worthy of being bragged for'- what an embarrassing debate! He wondered how did they exactly talk about that without getting shy. Probably because they were still on the 'just friends' level.

He, then, thought about the smile Bright flashed at him when he confessed to him, his stomach somersaulted at the thought and he smiled soring his cheeks as if the intensity of the latter's smile was enough to spread it to him, like a virus.

He smiled again as he thought of Bright's smell and the way he stared at him after their first lovemaking, the way Bright tasted, the way he felt, all so close to him, the way Win's fingertips dragged over his skin, eliciting goosebumps. He shivered at the mere thoughts.

He pulled out Bright's T-shirt from his bag and wore it over his yellow jumper and smelled it.

It smells like Bright and detergents. He grinned like an idiot. He cannot wait to get in the embrace of the owner of the T-shirt.

His thoughts far-fetched as the hours passed and soon he started to think about the future with Bright.

It was drizzling outside now. But inside, Win was organizing his dream house and deciding how many children should they can adopt after their marriage.

After finalizing his decision, (2 children and a house with a pool somewhere in Bangkok sound perfect!) he thought of how his kids were going to call him Dada and his husband(present boyfriend) Papa. All so sweet!

He thought about how he would take them to play golf or take them for a movie on Sundays. And how on normal days, he might cuddle with Bright and watch a late-night rom-com on the sofa after their kids would fall asleep. Just perfect.

He giggled covering his face," Shia! Win, you are seriously dreaming about your future family like a teenage girl in love".

He stopped suddenly and stared at the dark ceiling letting a realization draw on him with the increasing speed of the outpouring rain outside.

He was so in love with this man! Was it unhealthy?

Shia! P'Bai what did you do to me!

He took him to such a level from where he can never return to square one (back to strangers).

He broke those thoughts thinking what will he do after Bright comes to meet him. Should he 'kiss him till he drops' or 'kiss him till he moans'? Debatable one. He grinned like an idiot.

Or should he give him a bone-crushing hug knocking the air out of him?

No, that'll be so cruel of him.

Then? What should be the perfect gesture to show his longing for the other?

Win sighed unable to contain his urge to run to his shooting location and bear-hug Bright.
He wants to see him. Now.

"P'Bai. P'Bai. P'Bai. P'Bai. P'Bai. P'Bai. P'Bai. P'Bai. P'Bai!" Win chanted as if it was the only word he knew and as if it was the only way to summon him.

He groaned again, throwing his hands impatiently on either side of him.

He should try to sleep or his brain would burst out of the huge surges of thoughts, he decided and closed his eyes.

It was after a few moments, he snapped opened his eye.

His ringtone broke his deep slumber causing him to groan. He reached out for the phone on his bedside table and turned his phone to him.

It was Bright.

He snapped out of the daze and looked at the time. It was one in the morning. He quickly answered the call while his heartbeat erratically in his chest.

"Hello?" He mentally cursed at his groggy voice.

"Win", the person on the other end panted," come down, please".

"Down?" Win jumped out of his bed, stumbling a bit for inertia, and peered out of his rain-drenched window.

It was indeed Bright there. Except he was fully drenched in rain.

"Coming, coming wait for me", he cut the call, tossed the phone over his bed, snatched a towel from his bathroom, and fixed his hair in front of his mirror before hopping down the stairs finally reaching the doorknob.

He inhaled a deep breath before opening the door with his smile.

"Bright? It's almost one in the morning! God! you're all soaked like beans." Win started to complain still standing inside the door. His smile soon turned to a furrowed eyebrows and he shot an irritated look like a mother scolding her child.

"I missed a fucking lot, bun. I wanted to see you", he almost screamed.

Win blushed hard at the confession. So, he wasn't the only one who was missing. He cleared his throat, nonetheless, pulling Bright in by his hand, " now come in. Or you'll get sick". Instead of coming in, the latter pulled Win out in the rain.

Win squealed throwing the towel inside, before reaching out and cupping his head to save it from the downpour.

"P'Bai!?"

Without any answers, Bright engulfed the younger into a hug, burying his face into Win's neck. His breath hitched at the proximity, and he shivered involuntarily.

"You wearing my shirt", the older said in a muffled voice. Win blushed a bit more.

"Yeah, I wore it last night", he mumbled, loud enough for both of them, "Because I missed you."

"Me too, bun bun. I ran straight from the shooting location to see you." The older said tightening his hold.

Win embraced him as well inhaling his scent which was a bit mixed up with sweat, but intoxicating, nonetheless.

God, he had missed him a lot!

"You didn't ditch your shooting, did you?" He asked a bit sternly.

Bright chuckled," no mom, I finished it and left the place after the director confirmed it to me".

Win chuckled as well, contended, "okay, good boy".

The delicious melody of the rain around them sent Win completely to paradise. He sighed, closing his eyes, basking in the warmth of the latter.

He did love the rain. Not just for the petrichor or the rhythm or the view, but for  Bright.

He first found out his feelings for Bright on a rainy day when the latter wrapped both of their heads with his jacket so that they might not get wet. But the attempt was futile, they did get drenched from head to toe when they reached home.

It, however, had managed to draw a realization over Win that, perhaps, he liked his introverted 'best bro'.

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, after the thoughts, soring his cheeks for the second time that day.

Bright abruptly pulled away leaving a perplexed Win staring back at him.

"Now, where's my kiss?" He grinned, rubbing off the waters from his face.

"So shameless", the younger pushed him away, blushing yet again.

"Aww, come on Winnie bunny, I deserve this", he pouted.

"Stop pouting, you look like a pig", Win giggled and soon the giggles turned into laughter as Bright made an 'i am hurt' face. Bright soon joined the gesture.

Their laughter died down leaving them both staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

But before Win could take his eyes off the older at look at the ground, blushing, Bright surged into a kiss, fondling Win's plump lips with his.

The older expertly snaked his hands over Win's waist and pulled the boy closer, making Win gasp a little before closing his eyes and giving in to the sensation.

The kiss lighted up all the cells of each other's bodies, making their heartbeat erratically and fingers itched to feel the latter.

Bright soon licked his way in Win's mouth, waking up weird sensations, causing the younger to let out a shaky moan.

Win carefully crawled his hands to the older's nape and pulling the latter closer to him. He threw away the worry of getting sick for standing in the rain for so long and concentrated on the man in front of him.

He tasted the taste he was craving for, he inhaled the smell he was dying for. Like a greedy, food-deprived person, he accepted whatever came along towards him.

Mine. Mine. Mine. The person is all mine. He chanted, turning the kiss into a heated one.

They occasionally moaned and groaned in each other's mouth and gasped few times when Bright squeezed one of Win's butt cheeks.

One part of him wanted to break through the kiss, or else it might evolve into something else in a matter of time. While another part of him wanted to press his body to the latter as much as he can and let this evolve in any god damn thing it wanted to be.

His head reeled in dizziness and their intensity of the kiss turned down a bit, making it more of a sloppy kiss, spreading saliva everywhere while kissing making their faces messy and probably red.

Win tugged Bright's hair, in an attempt to pull him away from sucking his face any further, but Bright glued his lips with superglued and didn't even bulge a little bit.

Finally, after a whole eternity, Bright let Win go, before shivering a bit from the squelching sound when his lips parted from the other. Both panted, like marathon runners. Their faces red, their bodies drenched and their hair messy and wet. They looked a complete disaster, in short.

"Hey, lovebirds", it was Mesa. Two of them sprang away from each other.

"Before you suck each other's faces off and start having sex outside like dogs, can you please think of the possibilities of catching pneumonia, now?" She asked, her eyes glistening with amusement.

Well, she did get to see her brother and Bright kissing like horny men early in the morning, she was so lucky!

Bright and Win smiled sheepishly at each other before walking into the house.

While rubbing Bright's hair dry after they both had their shower, Win thought, it was the best moment he has had with Bright. And probably, if the future permits, he might get to do it and something more after they get married and have their own house.

Win grinned at the thought, while the outpour stopped outside and soft sunrays peeped through the clouds flowing in his room through the glass windows.

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A/N: Well, it's raining in here... (◡ ω ◡) (◠‿◕)
And I made that yucky doodle myself (ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ)