CHAPTER) 3

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LOCATION: Home
Time: 9:45pm
Win woke up hastily, feeling his body heat up at an almost abnormal rate. He began breathing unsteadily, fiddling with his shirt with a desperate urgency to remove it.

"I- I can't b-breathe." He screeched as he felt a scorching sensation shoot up his arm in waves. Win rubbed at his arm in desperation, attempting to ease the excruciating pain.
He leisurely brought his wrist in front of him, groaning from the needle-like sensation that jammed through his skin at the movement.
His eyes immediately set on a sun and moon, impaled through his skin.

What is that?

He squinted his eyes in utter confusion, trying to get a better look at the tattoo -like image that coloured his wrist.

Win didn't have tattoos.
Ever since he was a child he promised his mother he would never get one.
He just wasn't entirely interested in the idea of 'marking' his skin. His mother would remind him almost every day growing up how 'pretty'and 'pure' his skin was.
He guessed it kind of stuck with him growing up and even the thought of doing anything to his skin seemed like a crime.

He didn't necessarily have a thing against it, he thought it looked cool and edgy on some people but it just wasn't for him.

The symbols were interlinked, shaping a mark of unity. A small green heart rested delicately on top of the sun, parallel to a white one just above the moon.
Win squinted his eyes, fixating his vision on the space between the two hearts which display the letters "BW".

Win didn't have anymore power left in him to observe any longer, as another sharp pain exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness.

He breathed unsteadily, helpless and confused.

The pain was soo unbearable, he felt tears roll down his cheeks as his eyes' fluttered closed.

The muffled sound of glass shattering was heard, followed by rapid footsteps.

Win couldn't find the strength in him to be nervous let alone fear the unknown.

In merely seconds he felt his body shift as a heavy weight pressed against him.

" Win, Win, Win." The voice chanted desperately, the hairs on his neck standing at the hot breath circling his ear.
" It's okay, It's okay to be scared. I'm here now, you're going to be fine, you're going to be fine." The voice repeated, before pressing their lips against the younger's neck.

The boy moaned at the shocking sensation that enveloped his body, the pain immediately dissipating amid contact. His body was no longer under agony-instead replaced with an indescribable feeling.

He felt fingers soothingly rubbing at his cheek in circular motions.
He opened his eyes slowly and was face to face with the boy he vowed to despise for the rest of his life, Bright Vachirawit.

Win's breath hitched as his eyes made contact with vibrant scarlet ones. He didn't have time to comprehend what was going on as he was immediately drawn to a pair of soft lips as they pressed against his own passionately.
His body shuddered as sparks spiralled through his entire being in waves.
Bright sucked on win's bottom lip, groaning at the boy's strong vanilla-like scent invading his senses.

The older boy bit Win's lip, impatiently tracing the boy's mouth with his tongue.
He heard himself whimper, his heart beating loudly against his chest.
Bright opened the boy's lips with his tongue delving inside to taste the boy's sweet cavern.
Win pressed Bright closer to his figure, sneaking his fingers around his nape as the latter growled at the back of his throat at their close proximity.

"You're so..so beautiful." He spoke between long, intoxicating kisses. Win felt his stomach churn as his limbs weighted with pleasure.

He pushed Bright away, gasping for air as the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.

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