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bright slumps on the right side of win's bed as he stares at him whose smile would probably reach the ceiling as his thumb continuously swipes right and frowns when he swipes left.

"aren't you tired of dating apps?" bright asks, his voice a bit gibberish from munching pocky sticks. win, who's sitting on the left side of his bed, answers with a chuckle.

"tell me then, who would get tired of this?" win holds his phone and makes bright see photos of a woman who's only two kilometers away from his house. "i mean, her tits would wreck my soul," win adds before laughing.

bright scoffs in return. there's no winning here, he thought, since he knows win has always loved women - especially those whose bodies embody a bottle of coke's figure.

"whatever you say, asshole."

"whatever you say, asshole," win says in a weird tone, mocking bright, and gives a loud laugh.

"shut your mouth, bright. auntie's gonna scold you again."

"who cares? my mother's already used to my noise. aren't you, too? we've known each other since we were kids."

"fine, i'm used to your noise. but not now. you're irritating me."

win puts his phone beside him and faces bright who keeps on eating pocky sticks the way hamsters eat it. for a second, win thought it was cute but immediately brushes the thought as it sounded weird.

"you should stop eating on my bed all the time. the crumbs would lure the ants, and i'm telling you i don't want insect bites on my skin. they look awful, and girls don't like it."

"i like it," bright answers as he shifts from being sprawled, face up on the bed to sitting with his legs crossed over the other, facing win. "i like it just fine," he repeats.

"what? you like insect bites?" win squints his eyes, looking at bright whose gaze falls on his chest. win pushes the hem of his shirt downward, catching bright's attention.

"no, but i like them on you."

win is speechless for a second. but when he hears bright laughing, the room suddenly felt like the sun is only a few inches away from his house, and he doesn't know whether it's anger he's feeling or something else.

"why do you look like you're gonna kick me out of your bed?"

"fuck off, bright."

"woah, keep your horns low asshole. what's making you angry anyway? it's not like this is the first time i've teased you," bright says as he reaches for win's head, tousling his hair.

win feels like he's been pre-heated in an oven, and immediately scoots away from bright.

"stop it, bright. seriously. it's not funny."

bright smirks and licks his lower lip before placing the back of his hand on win's forehead. his grin grows wider when he sees win close his eyes shut.

"you okay?" bright asks, smiling.

win opens his eyes and glares at him before running towards the door with a cushion covering his crotch.

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