on the rocks. - brightwin au (may continue)

Chapter 2 (BRIGHT)

Something...or rather, someone knocked into me, sending the phone that I was holding flying into the air and landing on the concrete ground with a sick crack.

What the hell?

I toppled backwards, staggering but not falling completely, enough to see the person who knocked into me.

It was a bit dark, but I could see the tufts of hair illuminated under the dim street lights, the pale milky face tinged with a bit of red, and eyes sparkling brightly, glittering;, confusion crossing his features as he took in the sights around him.

He's probably lost.

A sheen of sweat was covering his face and neck, dripping little beads all over his office blouse. Underneath his collar he wore an ID with a very distinguishable shade of blue. My eyes widened, and my breath shortened.

He works in that place?

God, please don't remind me of that place again. I hate it there.

But instead of taking out my anger on the person because of those memories and the obvious, my phone which I used to send and receive important emails and all those shit, I just used my gentle tone on the guy. He's lost and probably scared and tired too. There were large circles under his eyes, and so I spared him my mercy. I was a hot-headed guy but I won't unleash my fury on him.

"Hey. Are you lost?" I said as softly as I could, tampering down any rage that was bubbling inside of me and was threatening to spill out of my careless mouth.

The man was sitting on the ground, lips parted open and chest rising up and down. He scratched his head, obviously confused.

I held out my arm to him, stretching my palm so he could grab it. He stared at it, looking wary.

I mentally chastised myself. Of course. I was a complete stranger to him. He wouldn't trust anyone who would just offer a hand to them to help them off the street, right? For all that he knows, he's probably thinking that I'm some sort of kidnapper or rapist or something.

I had no intentions to rob or rape or kidnap the guy; I just wanted to help him stand up. But what I did want to do was to rip that infuriating blue ID off his pale neck and throw it to the ground, exposing the creaminess beneath that was his white neck.

What the hell...?

Why did I yearn for a glance at his neck?!

Anyways, I shifted my focus back to the man who was pushing himself off the concrete ground, still pained with the impact of his fall. I could see the way he hissed softly in pain as he used his palms to help him stand up.

"Need some help?" I tried again. The least I could do was try and make acquaintances with this guy so I could make up for the fact that I bumped into him accidentally and caused him a little pain. My now-broken phone that was sitting on the ground not too far from behind me was just a little nuisance; that could be fixed in no time. As of now, I must have caused probably some serious pain.

"Shia," the guy swore as he finally raised himself to full height, standing up and scratching the back of his neck, a red tint spreading across the pale creaminess of it. I stood there and stared helplessly. It was a mesmerizing sight. Anyone who would come across him would probably just ogle like the way I was doing right now. Damn, the skin was kinda tempting, but I can hold myself back. I haven't had sex in probably 2 years already, and I managed to do just fine and hold back urges. This time would just be the same. I'd just go and relieve myself when I get back home.

"Next time, please watch where you're going," the guy said in an annoyed tone, picking his bag off from the floor and dusting them with his gentle fingers. "We both could've been seriously hurt, you know?"