I Found You [COMPLETED]

Part 12

Bright steadied himself on the floor, leaning against the wall for support.

"What happened?" Gulf rushed over, bringing a cloth and pressing it firmly against the wound.

"They broke the code. I should have sensed it," Bright muttered, closing his eyes.

"You need to go to the hospital," Gulf insisted, trying to wrap a cloth around Bright's arm, just a few centimeters above the wound.

"No, I can't. Since this is not my territory, I need to hide myself," Bright explained, exhaling loudly.

"Gosh," Gulf muttered, searching his head for a solution. He immediately ran to get a first aid kit and filled a cup with hot water.

Kneeling beside Bright, Gulf opened the first aid kit and pulled out a pair of tweezers, dipping them into the hot water. He also retrieved a painkiller pill and handed it to Bright.

"Take this. It's going to hurt later on," Gulf commanded.

Bright wanted to argue, but Gulf gave him a look, so he reluctantly took the pill and swallowed it.

Then Gulf took out a pair of scissors and looked at Bright, asking for permission.

"Just do it," Bright said, resignedly.

Gulf proceeded to cut open Bright's sleeve, exposing the wound. He poured distilled water around the wound from a bottle he had prepared.

"Don't you use alcohol?" Bright suddenly asked.

"Who uses alcohol on a wound? It will just worsen it," Gulf replied, furrowing his brow.

Bright nodded in response. Gulf cleaned the inside of the wound with distilled water and swabs, waiting for the painkiller to take effect.

"This is going to hurt a bit," Gulf warned. He looked at Bright, who simply nodded.

Using the tweezers, Gulf carefully extracted the bullet. Bright winced a little, but it wasn't as painful as he had expected.

"Here it is," Gulf said, holding up the bullet and placing it in a cup. He then took a piece of gauze and placed it on top of Bright's wound before wrapping it with a bandage.

While bandaging, Bright took the opportunity to observe Gulf more closely. His skin was smooth and milky, making Bright want to touch it. He couldn't help but be reminded of the forehead kiss and the overwhelming urge to do it again. How can someone look so beautiful? Bright wondered to himself.

"Done," Gulf announced as he loosened the cloth he had tied. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" Gulf asked, looking straight into Bright's eyes.

Unannounced, Bright leaned his head on Gulf's shoulder.

"Bright?" Gulf questioned.

"I'm tired," Bright murmured, leaning closer to Gulf.

"Umm, Bright?" Gulf tried to push him away, but Bright was completely dependent on him.

Bright closed his eyes, and Gulf let out a sigh. He assumed Bright had fallen asleep.

The next morning, Bright woke up to the smell of coffee. Slowly sitting up, he realized he was in a bed. A smile formed on his face as he concluded that Gulf must have brought him here. He noticed that he was wearing a T-shirt, but his lower half was still in yesterday's clothes.

"Afraid much, aren't we?" Bright smirked to himself.

He stepped out of the room and saw Gulf preparing coffee and slicing freshly baked bread. Bright couldn't help but find Gulf mesmerizing, wearing an apron that suited him perfectly. He looked like the ideal partner for someone.

"Morning," Gulf suddenly greeted, looking up from his tasks.

"Forgot you had this crazy sixth sense," Bright commented as he took a seat at the dining table.

"Haha, so funny," Gulf replied, placing a cup of coffee in front of Bright.

"Didn't you open your cafe today?" Bright asked, taking a sip of his coffee, which had an addicting taste.

"Today is a public holiday," Gulf explained, placing a plate of freshly baked bread on the table.

The aroma of the bread was enticing. Bright wasn't usually one for breakfast, but having a breakfast like this every day didn't sound like a bad idea.

"You should go to the hospital after this," Gulf commented, taking a seat opposite Bright.

"Why?" Bright asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why? Really?" Gulf raised his right eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yeah, why? You cleaned it well yesterday, so it should be fine," Bright shrugged.

"Suit yourself, but don't blame me if you get an infection," Gulf retorted, taking a sip of his coffee.

"If I get an infection, I'll hold you responsible for the rest of your life," Bright smirked, taking a piece of bread.

Gulf's eyes widened in disbelief. The nerve of this guy. He regretted helping him the previous day. Gulf couldn't help but snicker. He took a bite of his bread, amazed by how good it tasted.

"This is so good," Gulf commented with a smile.

"You're just complimenting yourself," Bright said, raising an eyebrow.

"Shush, I should be the one complimenting it since no one else doing it," Gulf said, taking another bite. They sat quietly for a moment before Bright spoke up.

"It's good," Bright said as he stood up after finishing his coffee. He went to the bathroom.

"What?" Gulf couldn't believe his ears. Did the Boss of The Chatchada just compliment his baking?

"Geez, no thank you? But I'll take the compliment," Gulf beamed, taking another sip of his coffee.

Bright returned from the bathroom and found Gulf watching TV. He sat down next to Gulf and joined him. Suddenly, Gulf's phone rang.

"Hello?.... It's today?....No, I'm not available. But, chief-" Gulf's call cut off. He let out a sigh of frustration.

"What happened?" Bright asked, noticing Gulf's distress.

"The chief scheduled a date for me today, and he won't take no for an answer," Gulf explained, rushing to his bedroom to pick out his clothes.

"What?!" Bright exclaimed, standing up. A date?!

TBC