Island of BL

Chapter 23: Copter, Foei

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Copter's POV

I didn't realize that the Long Island Iced Tea was gonna hit me fast.

I was sure that I wasn't having an allergic reaction to it. The alcohol percentage was probably just higher than usual.

However, I felt that I needed to go out of the bar room to get some fresh air.

I excused myself to Kimmon. I told him that I wasn't going to be gone for too long.

I wasn't even at the open deck yet. However, I could see through the large glass windows someone being pulled off the railing and being tackled to the floor.

Was that person about to jump off the railing of the ship? Good god in heaven.

I rushed to open the door to the outer deck.

Wait, that's Max on his back on the floor, and that guy who's about to kiss him is the guy who was also about to kiss Kimmon in the pool the other day. What the hell.

I couldn't stop myself from yelling "What the fuck is going on here?!"

I saw Max push off the other guy away from him.

"You have the guts to ask me what the hell is going on?" he addressed me angrily, "I am supposed to be the one who's asking you what the hell is going on between you and Kimmon! Why didn't you tell me that you were planning to have drinks with him tonight???"

I pleaded guilty to that question. I was afraid to tell him because I was afraid that he would stop me from doing so.

Suddenly Max stood up from the floor. When I looked around, I knew why. Kimmon had gone looking for me and had found me here.

Without a warning, Max grabbed Kimmon and landed a fist on his jaw, making Kimmon stagger but fortunately without ending up on the floor.

I grabbed Max and aimed a fist on his nose.

I could tell that he had not expected me to punch him because he looked at me with eyes looking ready to pop out of their sockets.

"We are over, Max!" I yelled at him, "do you hear me? We are officially over, even if there was really nothing between us in the first place!"

I felt a bit guilty when I saw the hurt and bitterness creeping into Max's face before he wordlessly turned away and left the open deck.

I looked around for Kimmon.

The guy who had been with him in the pool and who had tackled Max to the floor earlier was tending to his bleeding mouth.

I rushed over to him.

"Kimmon, are you alright?" I asked worriedly.

"He's going to be alright," the other guy answered, "I'm taking over from here. You can leave us now."

"What???" I was taken by surprise by the other guy's comments.

I turned to Kimmon to make sure that he and the guy were on the same page, "Kimmon?"

The tone I used to say his name was a request for confirmation of what the other guy had told me to do.

"He's right, Copter," said Kimmon, "I'm gonna be alright. You can finish your drink and I will follow shortly."

"No, you're not going back to the bar," the other guy said firmly to Kimmon.

I was starting to wonder if there was anything going on between them that warranted the other guy's power to make decisions for Kimmon.