Lucky Star

Chapter 15

Bright groggily opens his eyes, welcoming the blurry image of someone.

"Oh, god, you're awake. Thank goodness."

Bright blinked his eyes rapidly, finally taking in the room where he is.

Turns out he was in the hospital, and the person beside him is –

"I have no idea what happened, really. I just saw you lying on the bushes unconscious," Kimmon said, brows furrowed in worry. "It was a miracle that you do not have serious injuries. Just a few scratched."

Bright closed his eyes and began to remember back at what happened a few hours before he found himself on this predicament. 'I remembered Godt. Then the room. The window. His eyes went wide. Oh right! The window!'

His eyes snapped open the moment he felt warm hands developing his own, thumb rubbing at the back of his hand after a few seconds in a gentle manner. "I was really worried, you know," Kimmon whispered, and for a moment, Bright saw him make an expression other than his usual stoic look. But he imagined it considering it was still his normal face after he blinked.

"Everything's been taken care of, and the doctor said you can go home after a few examinations later," Kimmon said. "Are you sure you don't feel hurt anywhere?"

"I-I'm fine." Bright smiled, looking down to look at their hands. He blushed. "I-uh... thank you."

"I just did what a normal person would do for their boyfriend," Kimmon said. "I wouldn't let anything happen to my boyfriend now, would I?" then his grip tightened. "Let this be a lesson, P'. Don't go to any party without me, okay?" He said sternly.

Bright nervously laughed. 'Like hell, I will attend another party like that.'

"Anyways, I need to go and tell the nurse that you're awake. Just," Kimmon pulled his hand away and reaches over to smoothen Bright's hair. "Relax, okay?" He whispered then did something that made Bright's heart skip a beat.

Kimmon smiled.

Kimmon leaned down and kissed him, and another, this time, with Bright reciprocating. He pulled away after the fourth one, looking at Bright one last time before leaving the room.

For the first time, Bright was left alone in peace. It was amazing. His mind calm, his heartbeat thumping normally unlike last time where everything was chaos, he almost contemplated killing himself to escape the current situation. But then, he doesn't want to die either. It's too early to leave.

Bright was about to close his eyes upon feeling another wave of sleep coming when, suddenly, the door opened with a loud bang.

"N' Bright!"

Bright's eyes went wide. "P' Saint?"

The student council president approached him quickly with worry evident on his face. "I heard what happened. Oh my god. Are you okay? Wait, that's a dumb question. Of course, you are not okay."

"Wait, P'..."

The door opened once again.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!"

Bright looked horrified. "G-Gulf!"

The said guy immediately walked towards his boyfriend, pushing Saint away in the process. The student council president frowned, but it seemed like the younger's attention was solely focused on Bright sitting on the hospital bed. "Oh my god, P'. I should have known why you were avoiding me last night. I didn't know I was already giving so much pressure. I-"

"Wait, excuse me?" Saint tapped Gulf on the shoulder, flashing that smile he uses whenever he talks to students. "But I think you're interrupting our-"

"Bright!"

Bright wants to hit himself on the bedpost. "P' Godt."

The two males were pushed rather harshly by the giant. Godt was out of breath; clearly, he used the stairs to get here. Bright gulped hard. The intense stare was already boring through his head. His eyes went wide when the latter reached over to grab him by the shoulder.

"I was so worried; you have no fucking idea. Why the fuck did you do that?!" Godt breathed out. "Am I really that bad you have to jump off a fucking window?! I swear, that fucking hurt!"

"Wait," Saint waved his arms, so all of their attention was on him. "He jumped off a window?!"

Gulf frowned. "So he jumped off a window because of you? Wait a minute. What the hell are you even doing with Bright?" Gulf asked.

"I-err... well..."

Here it comes.

"We were making out. What the hell?"

And that's where chaos ensues.

"Wait, so he is your boyfriend?" Gulf frowned his brows before frowning. "Bright is my boyfriend."

"This is outrageous!" Saint scowled. "Bright is my boyfriend."

Bright waved his hands in an attempt to calm everyone down, but the door just had to pick that moment to open, and there stood Kimmon, completely surprised at the sudden turn of events in front of his eyes.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked, voice cold.

Gulf rolled his eyes. "Oh, wait, let me guess. Another one of Bright's boyfriends?"

"Yeah. Who are you?" Kimmon frowned.

Bright, on the other hand, feels like he is going to faint. The pressure and the overload of happening now is so hard to –

Then the door opened once again.

Damn you, door.

"Bright, I heard you were in the hos- holy shit." Mike froze on his tracks upon seeing the four guys in one room. He gulped hard, then shifted his eyes at his friend. "Did they find out?"

The four of them seemed to snap out of their rage-filled state that they finally turned their attention at this boyfriend. The anger that they felt towards the other guys have slowly washed away, and they were now filled with confusion.

Mike took a step back. "Oh shit." He nervously laughed and clapped his hand. "You see, the thing is that..."

But that came to an abrupt stop when Bright suddenly got off from the bed and stood there in front of them, performing a wai, with eyes filled with remorse and sadness.

"I'm very sorry."