Win felt like a teenager preparing for his first date. Practically every article of clothing he owned was thrown about his room, shirts and jackets covering his bed while socks and pants hung over his laundry basket. He probably tried on about fifteen different outfits but discarded all of them either because the colors didn't match or it looked like he was trying too hard to get laid. But then, there were times when he'd stop and re-evaluate his life at that very moment. Why was he going through all of this trouble just for a tutoring session? Surely, that's all that would happen; looks over the notes from the first half of the semester, memorize formulas, answer sample problems, etc. There was no way that they'd go from studying Plane and Solid Mensuration to fucking.
That was pretty much impossible. After all, Win was just a normal guy who's studying Chemical Engineering with an above average IQ, while Bright was the infamous fuckboy, who happened to be an Industrial Engineering major and in the football varsity team of their university. The chances of Win seeing Bright naked were about as good as him giving up his scholarship. Which of course Win doesn't want to do because his parents would probably kill him if he does lose his scholarship.
After half an hour, finally, Win settled with taking the safe route, his default, his it's-not-even-an-official-date outfit: jeans and a graphic tee. After Win gathered his books and other study items, he looked around his messy room and then glanced over at the time on his phone. The numbers told him he had fifteen minutes to get to Bright's place.
Upon arriving at Bright's condominium building, it took him a minute to muster the little strength required to knock on Bright's condo unit. While in the elevator, Win was practicing the different types of greetings he could use with Bright. There was always the traditional "hello" or "hi". But he didn't want to seem like a prude. Maybe he could go with something more casual like "hey" or "what's up". But he didn't want Bright to think he was so laid back. Win shook his head and took a deep breath. He would just use whatever greeting Bright used. That is presuming he greeted him first. But, what if he didn't? He shook his head. No, it would be fine. Bright would say hi first and he would say hi back. Yeah.
With one last breath for good luck, Win folded his hand into a fist and was only a mere two centimeters from the door when it opens, revealing a smirking Bright, wearing a sando. "I was wondering if you were planning on knocking or not," Bright had said, making Win chuckle nervously before lowering his arm back down by his side.
"Hi" Win airily said. Bright smiled at him, chortling.
"Come in" Bright said, stepping back a bit and giving Win enough room to walk past him. Win stopped when he was inside; looking around in amazement at how incredible of a home Bright lived in. I guess this is what happens when you have a lot of money, he thought to himself. "Let's go to my room." Bright said, snapping Win right out of his thoughts. Win followed Bright, trailing at least two steps behind the latter.
Win walked in as Bright was finishing cleaning up his room. By no means did it meet Win's high room cleanliness standards, of course, but it would be bearable for the hour or so he'd be there. "Bed or desk?" Bright bluntly asked him. Win's eyes widened as he spun around. Why would Bright ask him that? Did he think this was a hookup date instead of a tutoring session? As he waited for a response, Bright blinked his eyes and raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to study on the bed or on the desk?" he repeated.
"O-oh," Win said in a shaky voice, "right. The b-bed might be better...you know...more space."
"Okay" Bright nodded and then walked over to his dresser as Win laid his bag on the bed and sat on the edge of it. "I'd offer you something to drink or eat," Bright added as he fiddled with his stereo, "but ever since my last tutor made me nearly fail my departmental exam in Engineering Algebra, I have a certain stigma about them that makes me not want to be courteous."
"Ah..." Win said, his voice trailing off a bit as he nodded his head.
Then, taking Win by surprise, Bright's head twisted in his direction and said to him, "But I know you wouldn't make me fail my departmental exam in Mensuration, would you?" The way the words came out, it sounded like Bright was threatening him. But the look in his eyes, that soft yet hard gaze his dark brown eyes projected made him feel something completely different than fear. However, regardless of which it actually was, they both made Win's voice and heart skip like a broken record.
"N-no," Win said. "I wouldn't do that."
Bright only smirked at him and then turned his focus back on his stereo, giving the other male a moment to finally let go of the breath he had been holding in since Bright first asked him whether he preferred the bed or the desk, which he was glad was referring to studying and not the one thing his hormonal, teenage body yearned for.
Bright walked over to the bed and plopped on it with a quick exhale, music now playing from his stereo. "You don't mind if I play some music, right?" he said, pointing at the stereo. "It just helps me focus better."
"No, it's fine," Win said, shaking his head a little too frantically. "I like music."
Bright chuckled at him. "Okay," he said, slapping his hands against his thighs and making the bed bounce a bit. "What are we studying first? Vertex or solid figures?"
"W-well," Win said as he cleared his voice and scooted further up onto the bed, "I was thinking we should start with what you have trouble with the most."
"Ah, smart idea," Bright replied, nodding and pointing a finger at him. "That would be solid figures then. I'm too busy in my football practice to memorize formulas and all that shit."
"Okay, right, then let's start with that," Win said, pulling his bag closer, taking out his notes and placing them on the bed. Bright picked them up from the bed and flipped through them as Win rummaged around in his bag for his reading glasses. The case in sight, he lifted the case out from the bottom and flipped it open, tilting his head as he slid his glasses on. Bright happened to look up at that moment as he laid the notes on the bed, and he was startled to see that Win's eyes were now covered by glasses. After a second or so, Win noticed he was being stared at by Bright and his cheeks turned red by default as he met his gazing eyes.
"W-what's wrong?" he asked timidly.
"Nothing, it's just..." The words Bright has prepared to say trailed off the longer he peered into his lens-protected eyes. "It's different seeing you with glasses up close like this. It's weird."
Win's eyes blinked and his eyebrows creased. Was that supposed to be a compliment? He wondered. It would make sense, though, if it was. Bright wasn't exactly known for being straightforward about his feelings. "Um...okay?" Win said, smiling confused.
Bright let himself stare for a few seconds more before shaking his head. "We should study now," he said. "I can't afford to fuck around... literally." Bright added, jokingly. Win only managed to nod his head before he reached for the notes, holding them up to his face so that Bright wouldn't see how badly he was blushing.
And so, they studied for the next few hours and Win felt foolish for thinking sex was even a topic. Bright would have on his mind as the time passed by smoothly. Well, that was until Bright had Win laid down on his bed as he kissed Win's neck. Apparently, the sight of him in glasses was just 'too sexy to handle.'
Win was trying hard to push back the moan that wanted to escape his mouth, but the way Bright's tongue swiped and worked wonders on his skin made it feel nearly impossible. "You should know," the football player said, suddenly pulling back and looking down at Win, "I don't do exclusive relationships."
"E-excuse me?" replied a breathless Win.
"I don't date someone exclusively, as in, only them," Bright said. "I only do open relationships. We can date, but I'm not gonna have sex with you and only you. I'll be sleeping with other people." The statement, as much as he appreciates its honesty, startled Win. He wasn't sure if Bright was asking him out, but at the moment, as he analyzed all of the possible responsible responses and their consequences, he could only smile at Bright and nod.
"Okay," Win said.
Win didn't know what it meant, but as soon as Bright grinned and went back to work on his neck, he really couldn't find the energy to ponder it.
Besides, he would have the next months to do that anyway.
(A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first ever BrightWin AU and I hope that y'all enjoy reading it. If you have any comments, suggestions or violent reactions, let me know. Also, don't forget to vote. Love y'all! 😘)