Sun Seth Memories

CHAPTER 5

Trouble in the Mall

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

To the left, full. Right, full.

He looks at their intertwined hands before he heaved a deep sigh. This mall is really too crowded for him, a single bump from someone unknown to him causes him to freeze upon contact, also, the overwhelming pheromones he smells from the people around him are making him anxious. Although they are not purposely releasing their pheromones, because of his sharpened senses in terms of smelling pheromones even a faint amount of pheromones renders him fidgety.

He tried to hide it and acted normal but, "let's go upstairs. It's too crowded here." Sun suggested, without waiting for his reply, he softly tug him and pulled him to the elevator with a floor number placed at the top.

VIP FLOORS 3-7

He turned to Sun, "we're going to the VIP?" Sun nodded his head at him while typing down something on his phone in his left hand while still holding his hand in his right one, realizing that they have been holding hands for a while now, Seth abruptly pulled his hand away his face burning with embarrassment.

He cleared his throat, "Ahem, my hands turn sweaty..." He muttered looking at his shoes.

Unable to see Sun even though he fell silent for a good ten seconds or so, he still remained staring at the ground even though the elevator is filled with inept silence.

*TING*

Sun moved his hand to grab his hand again when Sun froze the looks at him in the face before he pulls his hand back with a scratch on his head then gestured for him to leave the elevator. "Let's go...?" He sounded awkward with a clumsy smile on his lips.

Seth nodded his head then steps out of the elevator, instantly after he exited the elevator, Seth gasps out loud seeing how the VIP floor looks like, unlike the first floor where he and Sun came from, the fifth floor where they currently are is totally different, from the interior to the ambiance. Out of nowhere, three unknown men appeared in front of them wearing suits, Seth jumped when they bowed.

"Welcome, Mister Clawstone!" They greeted in unison.

Seth glance at Sun, bewildered upon the sudden intrusion but Sun doesn't look surprised at all, instead, he looked stressed while massaging his forehead.

"What the... you may leave." Sun dismissed, the three unknown men looked at each other before they bow their head and left, well, not before bowing their heads in Seth's direction which caused his eyes t to widen.

Shocked upon the formality, he turned his head to Sun the back at the three men now walking away, then back to Sun who looked really guilty. "I'm sorry, the mall's management must have asked them to assist us. I had to inform them that I'm shopping here to make sure you will be comfortable with lesser people." Sun then turned in a certain direction, "anyway, you're free to take a stroll around and shop. I have to talk to the management about something important." Sun added when Seth thought he will leave after telling him that, Sun remained still and looking at him.

"Uh," Seth trailed off unsure of whether he is waiting for someone or something.

Then, Sun smiled, "will you be okay? I can accompany you if you want to."

Seth instantaneously shakes his head at that. "No, no, I'll be fine. I will stay on this floor. I'll wait for you." He replied before he takes a look around, oblivious to the smile that grew on Sun's lips when he heard his answer.

'Wow, this really feels different.' There are lesser people on this floor compared to the previous ones.

"Alright, see you later. Feel free to buy anything don't mind the price! I got your back!" Sun instructed while walking away. Finally left alone, Seth stood still on the side while looking at the people come and go as they please with shopping bags and carts. Some even have other people holding their shopping bags for them.

'I guess this is how rich people usually shop?' Seth asks himself while looking at them.

After ten minutes when boredom hits him, he decided to take a look around that's why he moved to the next shop across to where he was standing.

"Welcome to ZZZ shop!" The shop attendant welcomed him while he returned the gesture with a small nod.

"Sir, these clothes are made of finest quality blah blah blah..."

After he's done window shopping he moved to the next shop, Seth does that for about three different shops, sure, the design of their clothes are trendy and the fabric too nice but Seth knows he can buy the same quality of clothes at a cheaper price on the lower floor, heck, he can buy it in thrift stores at way more cheaper price.

$500 dollar for a single pant? Seth almost fainted.

Seth passed by a certain shop when he did a double-take, his eyes wide open in sheer awe and surprise.

Myrell

The name of the shop.

And they sell the most fascinating things that Seth is willing to spend his savings on!

Flatwares!

Without hesitation, Seth strutted hurriedly while checking the cutlery. They sell it in sets but...

24-pcs Myrell Sterling Silver; $5,000

Seth's heart dropped. 'I should have known. This is for VIPs, goatdamn.'

The pattern and the design for the spoon and fork are truly remarkable, it's no wonder that this shop is for VIPs. How lucky those rich people are to be able to buy this expensive but wonderful work of art.

"No wonder, it's made of Sterling silver," Seth mumbled to himself before he moved to the next shelf when he is suddenly pushed causing him to lose balance and unconsciously tried to reach for something but, in the end, he fell forwards.

His eyes widen when he collided with the shelf in front of him, unable to stop himself from falling, Seth closed his eyes. What followed next is series of sounds from pots falling, plates and glasses breaking along with the tea sets accompanied by the sound of metal hitting the floor.

Seth rushed to fix himself and stood up even though his hands are shaking.

"... Ah, Ah! The teapots! The plates!" It's a bearded man, he is checking everything frantically while a bunch of strangers started forming a circle around the shop. Seth can feel their eyes on him even from the distance.

"I'm sorry... someone pushed me..." He trailed off.

The bearded man then turned to him, his eyes are wide in a mixture of panic and anger.

"NONSENSE! WHO WOULD PUSH YOU IN THIS PLACE?!" The man yelled.

Seth flinched and lowered his head, ashamed. "I'm really sorry—"

"Your sorry is meaningless! You have to pay for everything that you broke!"

Seth's eyes widen. He looks up at the bearded man, his heart started beating erratically when more people came to watch his humiliation, all of them whispering to each other but none tried to step in. He expected as much, it's none of their business and if anything, some might find his situation entertaining.

"I don't have the money to pay..." The whisper from the people intensified. Seth lowered his head again intensely ashamed this time.

His heart is beating erratically while his hand is sweating. This is the first time this happened to him. He's biting his lower lip while the bearded man kept on reprimanding him, he badly wanted to defend himself but he couldn't find the right words to say and the perfect timing to do that. He's too afraid to talk and look up and find the eyes of the people staring intently at him while they whisper among themselves.

'I want to go home...'

He wanted to go back to his apartment so bad that his tears started falling without him noticing. It's the tears of shame and frustration along with anger.

'That's why I hate going outside. Damn it...'

"You have the guts to come in here when you don't have the money to buy? What the hell is a person like you doing on this floor then?!" The bearded man still continued reprimanding him, no, he's insulting him.

Seth bit his lower lip ready to talk back when someone beat him to it.

"I don't know who you f*****g are to talk to my wife like that but your tongue is sharp."

Seth instantly looks up. Right at that moment, he felt relieved to see Sun again, so relieved that he couldn't stop a sob.

His name is Howell Gardner, he's 40 years old and he came from the lowest middle-class family. If that term even exists. He worked hard, strived hard to achieve the authority he now holds. He's been envious of rich people who spend their money as if it's water. Howell can still remember how he watched his classmates who were son and daughter of billionaires talked about buying new bags and phones as if it's nothing. They can throw their things easily because they can buy a new one without worrying about what to eat next.

They spend money on leisure. They are wealthy that's why they can do whatever they want.

Howell was envious of them. He is envious of them that's why every time he sees poor people, those below him, he can't help but put them in their places. It's the right thing to do. Those type of people needs to learn their place. They should know where they stand. The world is made of hierarchy. Alphas are above Betas and Omegas and Omegas are above Betas.

Howell is a Beta. So what if he's a Beta? He's clearly richer than this man in front of him. The man has a pretty face, obviously an Omega. Omegas are the type of people that uses their body to leech to rich men or women. 

Howell feels disgusted while looking at the man in front of him with his head hung. 

Omegas always act pitiful. "You have the guts to come in here when you don't have the money to buy? What the hell is a person like you doing on this floor then?!" He yelled with his arms crossed.

"I don't know who you f*****g are to talk to my wife like that but your tongue is sharp."

Howell abruptly turned to the source of the voice only to come face-to-face with the man the entire staff and the management of the mall know. Know? They just don't know who the man in front of him is, walking in his direction with fury raging on his face. This man is someone they were informed, forced, taught to know. They must know who the man is because this man, Sun Clawstone is the one who owns this mall.

Howell knew at that moment that he is not just in front of a wealthy person, he's in front of a beast, an enraged one, and sadly for him, he is the cause of that rage.

"I'm sorry Sir, I didn't kn—"

"... break everything here. Do not leave a single piece intact," Sun Clawstone announced his voice thick with anger. His voice wasn't loud but the dread Howell felt when he heard that made him momentarily deaf.

The tower he built to look down on people while others look down on him, all started to crumble. 

"SIR PLEASE DON'T! HAVE MERCY!" Shame? Guilt? Fear? All of them, does it matter right now? No. What matters now is for him to receive this man's forgiveness because if he doesn't, his life will be over.

Sun Clawstone smirked. "Mercy? For the likes of you who does not know how to respect not just a customer but a person too. You don't f*****g deserve my mercy, not after what you spouted to my wife." There is no hint of mercy or anything from the tone of Sun Clawstone's voice. None. It was cold and unsparing. 

Sun Clawstone doesn't see him as a person anymore. Howell knows that in front of Sun Clawstone, the embodiment of the world's wealth and perfection, he can't be considered a pest too but an insignificant peck of dust, unworthy.

Howell's head hung low while Sun Clawstone carried his wife like how a groom would carry their bride and strode confidently outside the shop while all Howell can hear are footsteps of the people Sun Clawstone ordered and the shop's products breaking alongside his years worth of effort.

... yeah, how could he forget. This world is run by hierarchy and unfortunately for him, he tried to step down on someone whose level is a hundred times higher than him.

Howell smiled while crying. How could he forget...

SUN wanted to give Seth the best, everything that he can give him, he will, and for starters, he wanted his wife to enjoy himself shopping and looking around the mall. He knew Seth loves that specific shop, Myrell because he is crazy over flatwares but everything, it all turned into naught. More importantly, Seth's trauma seems to worsen.

Sun glanced at his wife who is staring outside the window of the car. He placed Seth on the passenger's seat because he was so worried when he cried. Ever since they left the mall, Seth hasn't said a word, and Sun too couldn't come up with something to say. 

It was all his fault. His carelessness caused Seth to suffer like that

'god f*****g damn it!"

He continued driving, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened.

SETH fears the crowd because, within the crowd, there could be an alpha ready to pounce on him, ready to take everything away from him, ready to hurt him.

Seth hates the crowd. He hates the crowd now more than ever because aside from alphas, other people are just as frightening as them. Their eyes boring unto him, their lips moving continuously in a hushed volume that they don't want to hear but is actually worse than hearing it directly. Their eyes are frightening, they were looking at him as if he's a piece of art in an exhibition for their eyes to feast. He shuddered.

Seth hates the crowd. He fears the crowd because there are alphas and people are frightening.

But... he stole a glance on Sun while the latter is too immersed in driving.

He hates the crowd and he hates being touched, especially by an alpha but, somehow, he doesn't hate being carried by Sun at all. 

It was comforting. Sun's warmth was able to buzz off the sounds of whispers, his warmth was able to cover their penetrating eyes at him.

Seth hates the crowd, he hates touching but he doesn't hate his warmth.

Today, Sun taught him to realize just how warm the sun can get.

"Thank you," he whispered loud enough for Sun to hear. 

He closed his eyes and leaned on the car's window wrap in Sun's warmth.

Seth may not be able to buy anything or enjoy shopping in that mall for the first time but he gained something better, no, he gained something invaluable.

That alone is enough to put him at ease.

That night, Seth fell into a deep sleep and woke up the next morning feeling refreshed when he realized that his room is filled with shopping bags and boxes. What stands out is the familiar box placed on his side table.

Myrell 

Limited Edition 12 Pieces Sterling Silver & 12 Pieces Rose Gold Myrell 2021 Set

To Mr. Seth Clawstone,

We at Myrell are gratified knowing that such a person like yourself holds our products in high regard. For that, we hope that you liked this gift.

Sincerely,

Myrell Inc.

256 Jack Avenue, Ostronvale, Wupros

With his eyes wide ready to roll out of his eye-sockets, Seth dropped the letter and laid again on the bed while convincing himself, all is just a dream.

Which is not.