Brugh!

A loud thud suddenly heard in front of him, made him averted his attention from his phone and looked forward, and met with those dark orbs glared at him with no fear. He was stunned in his place. His heart stopped beating so sudden and he was kind of locked with those eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Those stunning eyes.

"Who's he?"

Was the only question came out from his mouth after fighting hard to release himself from those eyes.

"A curious brat who witness our trade."

He looked up and stared at his friend and then looked back at the boy in front of him.

"What should we do to him?"

He looked back to his friend without blinking, silently told him to move away, which was gladly obediently the latter followed.

He waited for the door to be closed before looked back to the boy. He stood up and walked over. He reached for his chin to make him faced him again, just to receive another glare that locked his eyes. His heart stopped beating again. He lost his words, and he felt his body all tingly under the glare. He stood up and walked away to another door of the room and opened it.

"Hurry up. Before I change my mind."

The boy was just looking at him in wonder for a moment. And he almost gaped when he realized what the older meant by his words, before stood up and passed him.

"Thank you."

It was almost a whisper but he felt his heart melted with the deep voice of him. He closed the door softly and leaned over it. He closed his eyes, tried hard to sooth himself. What happened to me?

Two years later.

The dark brown hair, the tall and thin posture, and the sharp yet longing stare. He remembered all parts of him. The street was full of people passing by but he could easily found him. The one haunted his dream every night since the first time he saw him. The one filled his memory every day since he released him that day. He wanted him to stay, caged him inside his authority, but it would be dangerous for the boy. His men would choke him with drugs and he didn't want that.

He was clean. He knew it from the very start. He was different from them. He looked like them but he smelt different. He knew that he should do something or else the boy would be doomed. He had to release him before one of his men touched him. Is it a jealousy? He didn't know. He just didn't want anybody else touched him. Why? He didn't even know. He just remembered that his heart stopped beating for a moment every time his eyes met with his.

He didn't even know his name. But he had those eyes in his memory. Eyes which full of rebellions for them, full of willing to stay alive, yet, he found a longing part on them. But he couldn't find any weakling sign. He looked like that he would fight them no matter what. He would put every effort to not lose over them, and he looked hard to be conquered. He didn't look like a person who wanted to just surrender to his fate.

And he fell for those eyes.

And now, after two years not seeing him, he met him again. He saw him again, walking lazily in the cross path in front of him. Was it fate? Did it mean that he had a chance to start everything once again? Did it mean that he was blessed? So why didn't he try? There's nothing to lose to try, right? I don't want to hurt him, anyway. I just want to know what he had done to me until I couldn't sleep soundly every night because I badly wanted to see him again. I just want to ask him a question. A question about what he had done to me. Not more than that.

He started the car when the light turned green and drove it slowly with the hope that he would see him in the sidewalk. But he didn't. He didn't see any shadow of him. He stopped his car and walked out of the car and looked around. So many people looked at him curiously but he didn't care. He looked at every face passed him but nothing.

Not any single trace of him.

He sighed after a moment and went in to his car and started the engine. Fine. Maybe it's just a coincidence. Fate doesn't at my side. He is just trying to fool me. Again. Fine. You win, Fate. Do as you want.

And he drove away with disappointment fulfilling his heart. The hope that rose few times ago sank to the level where he didn't want to do anything. He lost his will even to just get out of his car. He stood silently in front of his apartment building and looked at the second floor, where his door silently called him to enter. He then chuckled at his own stupidity before hesitantly stepped up to his room. He was just going to open the door when a figure showed up from the stairs. He was stunned again. The figure he badly wanted to meet after the encounter walked over to his direction. His heart beat fast so sudden until he felt it would stop suddenly when he then saw him stopped in front of a door. He almost called him when he remembered that he didn't know his name. He wanted to just call him with any name, but when he just wanted to open his mouth, the person had closed his door, left him gaped in his place.

But then, a slight smile tugged on his lips and he closed his door with happiness fulfilling his heart.