Cockpit and wine

Regret

Beam's P.O.V 

It's been 3 hours since that shitty incident. 

I, Beam Baramee, had never regretted anything I've done in my life. Everything I do, I do according to plan. The secret is to always have a plan Z if all else fails. 

So where did I go wrong now? 

Wasn't all this thoroughly calculated? Did I somehow did not see this coming? Of course, then again who would ever see this coming?! 

3 hours since that incident and I still have not been able to get myself to do anything else rather than staring at the four walls in my room. I glanced at the clock behind me. If I sit here any longer than this, I would definitely be able to confirm that it has been 4 hours since that incident. 

"I should not dwell on this!" I said in hopes of giving myself some motivation. "If anything, you  ARE NOT responsible for whatever that happened...yeah... it was that Ai' Phana! HE TRICKED YOU!" 

"Come on Beam, you're better than this! So stop worrying you sissy!" 

I was finally able to get myself to take a quick shower and prepare to go to bed. Dinner is out of question tonight. There is too much going on for me to be concern about my physical health.  

As I lie down on my mattress, I suddenly felt a surge of tingling sensation on my lips. Although it is undeniable that it has been there from the moment that shithead kissed me but for some reason the sensation just escalated. I now feel a hint of hotness to it.   

This could not mean anything...right?

I stared at the ceiling for 5 more minutes before closing my eyes, in hopes of actually being able to sleep. However every time I close my eyes, the one scene I wouldn't want to re-watch keeps replaying in my head like a bitch.  

On top of all that, my heart has been beating like crazy. I guess anxiety has taken over me. This rarely happens but I'm smart enough to know that everyone faces anxiety and it is just a matter of time until I get it... right? 

"Aishh settle down, I want to sleep fucker!" I said in pure frustration while aggressively patting the upper right part of my chest. 

"Maybe I should call Forth tomorrow and tell him I'm on medical leave."  

Bing 

I turned to look at the message notification on my phone. I bet it is Jenny messaging me. I bet she wants to know what happened. 

I really don't want to talk about it right now... or EVER. Maybe I'll just reply her next week. 

All in all, I can only pray that when I wake up tomorrow, everything will go back to normal and all of this will turn out to be a bad dream. 

Yup... a bad dream. 

Forth's P.O.V 

What is up with this asshole? Why is he all smily today? 

"Aishh Pha! Stop smiling already! What the fuck is your problem?" I accidentally shouted feeling all frustrated causing the entire restaurant to look at me with a hint disgust look on their face. 

I tried extorting the truth to his stupid happy face  but he simply wouldn't give me an answer. 

What's more is that the food arrived nearly 20 minutes ago and he still hasn't touch it! Instead he's been smiling at the bowl like some fool. 

This is odd even for me. Even though Phana and I knew each other for a very long time, he does not usually smile a lot. Everyone perceives him as a cold person. However, now that I think of it, there was one person who was able to put a smile on his face; but that was a long time ago as well so there is no point to dwell on it. 

I stared at my empty bowl of pad thai. I would not have even come here in the first place. It was this dumbass's ideas to have dinner together in order to discuss a matter regarding the financial suitability of our collaboration. However, I've already passed down that duty to my subordinates in charge of finance, so there is no reason why we should have dinner together in the first place. 

All else aside, now that we are here.. YOU ARE SMILING AT THE FUCKING BOWL?! 

At this moment, I was really ready to hit him back to reality. Screw those who are currently looking at me. If they want, I'll gladly smack them as well, but first, let me give this piece of shit a nice palm "tattoo" to the cheek. 

I raised my hand, getting ready to swing it across his face when suddenly his smiling face turned grim. He suddenly started to mumble something to himself while staring intensely at the pair of chopsticks on his right hand. I brought my hand down and lean in close to hear what he was saying. 

"He is mine." 

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HI GUYSSS!!! OMFG IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE I LAST WROTE AND NOW IM BACK AND BETTER :D 

IM SORRY FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING UP WITH MY STORY FROM THE VERY START. IM GOING TO TRY TO POST ATLEAST 2 CHAPTERS A WEEK NOW.  

I UNDERSTAND IF SOME OF YOU ARE FED UP WITH THE LONG HIATUS AND WISH TO LEAVE... I DONT BLAME YOU, I WOULDVE DONE THE SAME. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU FOR KEEPING UP WITH THIS FOR SO LONG <3

BUT TO THOSE OF YOU WHO DECIDED TO STICK TO MY STORY, THANK YOU ALL SOO MUCH <3