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15 - If it hurts... Let it go!

Sometimes we win, and sometimes we learn. Losing is never an option. Either we win or lose we always end up gaining. So, if it hurts, just let it go...

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Win was pacing in his living room with his phone attached to his ear and his other hand raking in his hair from time to time. "Come on Bright, pick up your damn phone," it was the sixth call Win made to Bright and he was going mad with worry when Som and Jason didn't reply either. Not that it was a long time ago he talked to Bright, but an hour was too much for him to handle. Just then he heard some noises outside and rushed out startling everyone outside when he opened his door suddenly.

"Oh my God, you scared me," said Som keeping his palm on his racing heart to calm them down.

"What's wrong with you people? I have been calling you all for an hour," said Win angrily without any care in the world.

"Woah, calm down Win, we just ran out of our batteries and we didn't charge because we were coming home, it was just an hour," said Jason, and Win realized they were right, they were shooting in the outskirts and it was just an hour ago when he talked to Bright, this might look overreacting to them.

Bright walked near Win without speaking a single word and took him in his embrace slowly by his waist caressing his back to soothe his worry. "I'm sorry, I should have kept my phone charged, calm down now," said Bright in a whisper, and just like that when his sweet voice passed through Win's left ear, he sighed in relief hugging Bright back. They stayed like that for a while and then Win pulled back from the hug.

"We should leave," said Som, and Jason nodded at him and they walked away in the elevator with a smile.

"You must be hungry," said Win fixing the strand of Bright's hair on his forehead.

"Very much, I can eat you all night," said Bright with a smirk and Win pushed him lightly, blushing hard.

"C'mon, I'll cook you something," said Win pulling Bright inside and Bright frowns a little.

"Uh! Umm, Teerak, you do realize that you have no idea how cooking works," said Bright reminding his boyfriend that he can't cook.

"Are you implying I'm a bad cook?" asked Win with a frown and folding his hands on his chest as if upset by Bright's comment.

Although Bright loved his boyfriend, he was literally crazy for him, but he had no intention of dying from his cooked food so he walked near him and held him by his shoulders looking straight into his eyes softly. "No Teerak, I'm not implying that you are a bad cook, I'm saying that you are not even a cook, last time you tried to cook something, we had to add a double glass of water to neutralize the salt you put in there, still no one could eat that"

"That's enough of an insult, okay, I can cook, go have a shower and I'll show you, I can make a decent meal," said Win pushing Bright towards his bedroom to avoid the embarrassment. Bright protests at first but then gives up and goes to take a shower as he is sweating badly.

Win looks around and he knows his boyfriend is right, cooking is not something Win is made for. Well, he tried sometimes, but it's too much work and hassle. He surfs on the internet for some recipes and tries to save his face for one last time. He walks into the kitchen and picks up the apron tying around his waist.

Bright walks out of the shower after almost 15 minutes and sniffs around drying his hair with a dry towel. He was damn sure that he would smell something burnt or would hear some crackling sounds from the kitchen. But there was nothing in the house, not a burnt smell, not a good smell, for a minute he doubted on his nose that they lost their sensory ability. But it was oddly quiet in the kitchen so he threw the wet towel in the laundry put on some clothes and went out to check what his boyfriend was up to.