Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Four

Touch Me

When Bright rose abruptly, a strange feeling of disappointment quickly replaced Win's fear. He was rather upset at the sudden halt, but was crestfallen after he saw who it was, especially the reaction he presented.

For a moment he stared at him in disbelief, and then his eyes flared with renewed fury. Once again, he burst into tears, not of the same tears he had when he got dragged in this room, but of vexation at the man in front of him.

He should be pleased and be thankful but the rising emotions made him feel otherwise. Part of him felt insulted and humiliated. He was at the verge of surrendering the remainder of his tattered dignity in the hands of the man — Bright. He was about to acquiesce, to offer his submission to his keeping.

Was it because he was nauseated by the fact that he was homeless? He bathed and cleaned up. Was it not enough? Did he still have an overwhelming foul stench of a dirty, stinking smell? Was his presence unbearable? These were the questions screaming endlessly in his head.

Bright on the other hand just stared at him, frozen, eyes wide, returning the same fury emotion. The delicate figure standing in front of him — half naked, was quickly replaced by the images of an innocent, naïve man.

Without hesitation, Bright grabbed Win's arm, roughly guiding himself up, before he jerked his head around, searching for something to cover him with.

"Where are your goddamn clothes?" He asked impatiently, his voice was clearly full of annoyance and displeasure.

Win was about to protest but he didn't know what to call him.

"S-sir," he stuttered breathlessly. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you the hell out of here." He simply responded but his eyes were sparkling with anger that even him — he didn't know where his annoyance came from.

Win quivered in his hold making Bright immediately loosen his grip on his arms. His gaze slid down to where he held him, checking if he had left marks over his arm.

Just as when Bright thought he couldn't get more pissed off, he let out an exasperated sigh when a glimpse of himself touching him, as well as lusting him over flashed his head. It annoyed him big time that his vivid fantasies of him were awakened when he was under the influence of alcohol. He wouldn't let his intoxicated and inflamed hungry demons haunt his psyche. Win was more than that.

He hated himself for feeling that way, but he was angrier at the other. He shouldn't be here, nor shouldn't he even know places like this existed.

Win now had himself covered with the thick blanket. He was somehow drawn at Bright's authoritative attitude but he didn't let it take control of him as his irritation over his rejection overpowered. Instead, he quickly bolted out the door, ignoring his command, without even bothering to get his stuff to the other room and searching Gun.

"Have you seen a young man with a blanket on his shoulders?" Bright asked the bartender.

"Yes, sir. He went out that door," The bartender pointed toward the side door. Bright slightly nodded and moved quickly through the throng of people.

The night was chilly when he stormed out to follow him outside. He scanned his eyes, looking to what direction Win took into. When he saw no signs of him, he deeply sighed, as if surrendered to look for him, but as the cool wind whipped against his tired face, it was then that he realized Win was homeless — or that was what he thought he was.

Win successfully lost the club in his sight. The cold breeze that kissed his soft skin and the gazes of disgust from the people he had passed by brought him back to reality. His top was bare naked. He looked like a mess.