Good night, Bright. Hope you do well with your quiz tomorrow. - Saint
Bright, you need to come and see me play basketball practice tomorrow. After all, you are my boyfriend. - Godt
Night, P'... - Kimmon
Sweet dreams, P' Bright. Hope you dream of me...
Bright stares up at the cream-coloured ceiling of his room.
Heartbreak.
It was the feeling that corrupted his entire self which prevented him from sleeping. It wasn't helping that this unbelievably and horribly excruciating pain that he feels right now – in his heart. It was hard to breathe without letting some of the tears spring at the corner of his eyes. And so slowly, he inhaled, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling.
He was met with different kinds of reaction after that apology.
Godt was the first one leaving the room, not even sparring other glances at his now ex-boyfriend. Then it was followed by Gulf, who frowned and then his lips quivered making him run out. The silence filled the hallway.
"You're the worst," Saint said, his expression dark and eyes void of emotion. Then like the others, he left too.
Kimmon raised his hand, making a move to slap him but paused midway than retracted his hand. And with a shake of his head, he left the room.
After a long silence, Mike sighed. "Bright..."
"It's over." Bright muttered. "It's done. Now can you please," He slumped on the bed, eyes focused on the floor. "Please leave me alone."
It was really hard. If he told them about the misunderstanding earlier, maybe he spared from the heartbreak he felt.
Because if he told them earlier, maybe he won't know why Saint always pushed himself to his limits just to please the people around him even though inside, he was already suffering.
He won't know that Gulf estranged with his mother because of issues regarding relationships. He wouldn't know why Godt was always insecure with his height, and he wouldn't know why Kimmon's attitude is unapproachable and cold towards the others.
The secrets. History. The backstories.
Each of them shared it to him – their personal issues that no one, even their close friends, knows. They told it to him because they trust him and now that trust is broken, and there was no way will ever mend.
Bright slowly blinked and sighed, puffs of hot breath escaping his lips.
This is going to be a long night.
"Ah, it's that time of the year again." Mike nodded slowly as he listened to Bright's brother on the phone. "I see. I'll just get over there to bring his lecture notes and assignment." The younger male leaned back on the chair and sighed, leaning his head on his senior now boyfriend's shoulder, Tee Thanapon Jarujittranon.
Meanwhile, Saint was spotted having a hard time concentrating on future projects for the university festival. On the outside, it appeared that he was listening to the other officers but inside, his thoughts swirled on one particular absent male.
Godt was having trouble shooting hoops resulting in getting benched most of the times. He hated getting benched that he even threw a tantrum in the middle of captain's team lecture.
Gulf easily moves back to his old routine, flirting and scoring dates with hot guys. But even then, it was obvious that he was out of it and even though there was a seductive smirk plastered on his face, his eyes tell otherwise.
And then there was Kimmon, who spent most of his time in his room, going out only to go to his classes and do other school stuff before going back to his daily routine.
Though different, each and every one of them think and feel the same thing.
They don't hate Bright.
It hurt knowing that they were not the only one in Bright's heart. But now that they thought about it, the guy had been nothing but a good boyfriend. He never took advantage of them, and Bright tended to listen to all of their problems and activities for the day. He didn't make a move on them just reciprocated, and for the first time, they felt equally loved and cherished. With Bright, they felt happy and good.
And upon hearing that Bright's tendency to get sick every year that lasts for three weeks, they grew worried.
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Bright got back to his university after three weeks of being bedridden it sucked, yes, but it happened every year. He doesn't know why so maybe it's genetics. He did remember his mother telling him that his grandfather was the same.
But what he didn't expect the moment he entered his faculty building, was Mike pulling him by the wrist, dragging him somewhere – oh wait, he was dragging him towards the second floor, opening a deserted room door.
"Mike, what the – " He froze midway when he saw four of them – his ex-boyfriends standing in front of him, staring at him with eyes filled with mix emotions. He gulped, feeling nervous all of a sudden.
Mike patted his back twice and left.
Saint cleared his throat. "We talked... about this arrangement, and we have come to a decision. A decision that was very hard to – "
"Anyways," Godt interrupted. "We talked about our feelings for you, and we found out that we are sharing the same love for you."
"But sharing you is a big no." Gulf shakes his head, arms crossed. "I don't want to share you with anybody, P'. I only want you to be mine and mine only."
"The same goes for each of us," Saint said, gaining control once again with the conversation. "We don't hate you, Bright. We won't hate you for the decision you are about to make. In fact, we will- "
"Just come to our special places if you ever reached a decision. We will be waiting until 6 o'clock." Said Godt.
Bright furrowed his brows in confusion. "Wait, so you want me to choose? Like... like right now?"
Kimmon nodded. "It's the only way so that some of us can finally move on from this." And without another word, the other began to exit the room, ignoring the fact that Bright still wants to ask questions. Kimmon faced him with his usually stoic face. "I hope you won't regret your decision."
