White. Nothing but pure white visible from every corner of his peripheral vision.

He let out a short sigh, slowly watching as his cold breath disappeared into the chill night. He was tired. More so mentally than the physical ache in his body. The fatigue accumulated from the long nights he'd spent working overtime were finally catching up to him, though at the moment, there was nothing he could do about it. It was another frustrating uncontrollable thing in his life.

He pressed his eyes together, taking in a deep breath before letting it out, sighing once more before turning back to the task he'd been doing; moving a numerous amount of boxes from the van he rented for the situation.

As he gazed back at the open trunk filled with more cardboard boxes, the task seemed never ending, but he couldn't let himself complain, after all, this was more so for his state of mind than anyone else's. He couldn't live comfortably knowing his father would return to an empty house after he was discharged.

After falling from a slippery ledge and breaking his leg, along with an existing heart condition, there was no way his father could be allowed to return home and resume his daily life alone. It was why he'd traveled down to the countryside and spent hours moving his father's things from their house and into his father's friend's house. And also why he'd spend another hour setting his things up for him.

Heaving a sigh, he stacked two boxes onto each other, then lifted them inside. Since he had to go to work the next day, he was determined to get all his tasks done before midnight.

It began to snow outside by the time he was done arranged everything within the house. It was a shame that he'd have to leave before he could welcome his father and his friend home, but it couldn't be helped. If he wanted to keep his job, he'd have to be back in Seoul before 9am.

Glancing at the heavy watch on his wrist he mouthed.

"10:57"

He hissed as he checked again to be sure. Letting out a curse internally, he hurried to grab his jacket from the rack, and put his shoes on. 

If he began his trek now, he'd be able to barely make the last bus back. He'd hoped to at least grab something to eat before leaving, but unfortunately did not have the luxury. Slamming the door shut and locking it, carefully placing the keys in the mailbox, he began trudging through the snow.

The snow fall was light, and he was thankful for that. If it were any heavier he'd need an umbrella, but his arms were too sore to support one at the moment.

As he walked to the bus stop, his mind wandered to events from the last few days. The call he got stating his father had fallen and broken his leg was difficult, but not nearly as difficult as it will be to pay the hospital bills from this. He also had the weight of his mother's debt to think about. Along with the financial stress, there was also the current direction his life was heading. 

He grew upset at the thoughts of all his mounting worries. A life of apathy and struggle. For as long as he could remember, it had always been that way. He'd never had time to form lasting relationships, nor worthwhile dreams. His only aspiration was to live well enough to see another day. It was monotonous and depressing.

His mind raced as he thought of how to handle the future. Since he'd be pouring all his time and money into paying off the most recent hospital bills, he'd have even less for himself. His thoughts paced, seemingly never ending, the only thing suddenly interrupting his train of thought being the pale figure of a man standing still over a ledge, looking out mournfully at the sea, almost as if he wished it would just rise and swallow him.

"Is he okay?" The thought flashed across his mind as he gazed at him. Then he wondered if he was just drunk. Whatever the situation, it wasn't his business.

With that mentality, he resumed his trek, making sure to move quickly so he wouldn't garner the attention of a potentially drunk man.

As he got closer, against his better judgement, he snuck a peak at the man on the ledge once more, drinking in his features now perfectly bathed in moonlight.

"Pretty," Was the the first word that popped in his mind. It took all his willpower to stop from saying the word aloud and alerting him of his presence. "Why would a man that wealthy and good-looking look so down?"

Again, it was not his business. After a small pause, he turned to continue his walk, the quick glance at the time displayed on his wristwatch hardening his resolve.

Subconsciously, his eyes drifted to the figure on the ledge once more as he walked past. Was he worried about him?

He waved the thought out of his head immediately. That man was a stranger, why would he be worried for him? He didn't even know a thing about him.

And yet, he had now fully come to a halt, just standing by the road, silently watching the spiritless back of a man he didn't know. 

Why? Why couldn't he take his eyes off him? Was it because his lifeless eyes reminded him of his own? Or was it because his back looked so lonely standing there by himself?

But why should be care about any of those things? Didn't he have somewhere to be? Things to do?

Shaking his head, he stared down at his watch and released a sigh. Chanting a phrase to convince himself as he forced his feet to resume walking.

"It isn't my business."

Stealing a glance for what he was convinced would be the last before he disappeared from his view, his face paled as he noticed the man had gotten closer to the edge.

"What is he doing?" He thought to himself, now pacing back closer to him, watching on intently.

Another step closer.

The little distance now between the man and his inevitable fall into the sea made him frantic as he increased his steps across the snow. Sprinting to where the stranger stood without even a moment to think.

Perhaps if he had, he would still be on his way to the bus, and not currently gripping the arm of a stranger that stared daggers at him.

"Don't." He spoke, the command dripping with part desperation and part frustration.

"Huh?"

The eyes of the stranger grew wide in shock, then narrowed as he struggled to make out a face in the dark, with the moon now hidden behind a cloud.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The sudden crass tone from such a soothing voice caused him to stand paused in shock, allowing him to take note of details outside of his immediate concern.

Like the subtle scent of lavender and wood deeply intertwined with the smell of sea salt wafting off his incredibly pale skin and designer clothes. This made him aware that the stranger had been standing there watching the sea long before he'd taken note of him. Also, he definitely wasn't drunk, and his clothes and demeanor were to tidy for someone about to jump.

"What... are you doing?" He opened his mouth, barely getting his words out, though that wasn't what he'd meant to ask. 

"Hah?"

The stranger looked at him, a face twisted with confusion and a bit of annoyance. His expression clearly portrayed what was on his mind. How is that your business?

The silence rang, both standing confused before the stranger spoke.

"Ah..."

Then as if a light bulb went off in his head, he cocked his head to the side.

"Could it be you thought I would jump?"

The blunt remark made him recoil, instantly releasing his grip from the stranger, his cheeks flushing at the thought he'd acted on a misunderstanding.

"I see," The strangers lips curled into a whisper. "Maybe I did...?

His words trailing off, he let out a sigh. He looked tired, eternal bags resting underneath his grey eyes. Perhaps there was the possibility.

"Why?" The stranger asked, tipping his head to the side to punctuate his question. "You don't even know me, why are you trying to save me?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but only air escaped. He would respond if he knew the answer to that as well.

Why did he attempt to save him?

As he took a moment to think about an appropriate response, the stranger's eyes scanned every inch of him now that the moon had peaked out from behind the clouds.

"Fucking good-looking," The stranger thought, soaking in all his features. From his light brown hair, to his handsome chiseled face that made him look part foreigner. His light brown eyes, pointed nose and beauty mark underneath his eyes. This man's face was sculpted by angels, no wonder he's out here saving people.

Then to compliment his godly looks, was a physique that made his mouth water. Built was the word that flashed in his mind as the moon highlighted every crevice of his form. Tall, and well toned muscles. It almost seemed unfair.

"Are you going to take responsibility?" The stranger added, the corners of his mouth twitching with a mischievous smirk. "I was ready to be done with my life, but you suddenly went out of your way to prolong it, so you're prepared to take responsibility right?"