Lorenzo bit his lip. "He's dead." The room quieted. Like however he spoke; everyone needed to hear. To pay respects. But his father wasn't anyone important. And that's what killed him.
The strawberries turned desperate—breaking into a tough smog of embarrassment and pity. Eunho pouted against Lorenzo's neck. "Oh. I'm sorry.." he whispered. Lorenzo held back from saying anything and just pushed another pill to his lips. It settled on his gum like premium cocaine. Not that he's ever had it.. Maybe. Maybe once and maybe he hated the way it tasted and the fact that he couldn't walk for seven hours. He loved the feeling of ecstasy. It bled onto his tongue and took down his nervous system like an anti-depressant. He breathed heavily, it broke through the glucose on his stomach and infiltrated his unfiltered mind. "It's okay, that's why I got the tattoo. My mom—no. Uhm, he slit his wrists when I was seven and locked himself in a closet for two weeks. When we found him, he'd spent his entire salary on buying me gifts because he knew he wasn't going to live."
Eunho's hands were similar to butterfly kisses. The ones that are soft and light, you know you shouldn't be doing it, but you feel good. His fingers ran through Lorenzo's hair. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? That..it sounds like it really sucked."
"Yeah. It did. I'm fine now. My uncle was just like my dad; but he took his life, too. Liliana—my dog—is the only one who's never treated me bad that still exists."
"Your dad and uncle still exist, Rennie." He outlined a heart over Lorenzo's top. "In your heart, baby. Don't grow up too fast." He kissed the young alpha's cheek daintily. Lorenzo wished he had the boldness to tell him that he hadn't grown up at all. That he was the same, stupid kid with an addiction issue to both adult videos and drugs like they'd help the whispering call every night. They never did. And he didn't get the chance because the big man—covered in tattoos in a tank top and sweat pants. He has interesting piercings and a set expression. It wasn't as rock solid as his body—soft and tentative. A night ago, the same man cleaned and stitched the giant gash in Lorenzo's oozing side while talking about his husband's obsession with American food. Lorenzo doesn't know why he asked for his opinion; He'd never been to America.
The older alpha stared for a while before humming. "Is it too hot in here, Lorenzo?" The question was screeching not to be trusted. Lorenzo glanced around and shook his head. "I-I don't know."
"Don't be scared. It was really cold last night. You guys are sweating, though. I hope you're not having sex." Now that made the entire room freeze. His words are blank and monotone. Lorenzo peered around the room, the scent of strawberries invading his nose and the sweat dribbled from it. Tuns of eyes played on them. Like a baseball field, hitting each base. Two omegas in the back glared. "ロレンゾはデートしないだろう," Nor Lorenzo or Eunho knew Kanji. But based on their tone—it sounded as though they were envious of something. Lorenzo gulped, "no, we aren't." He denied quietly, pulling Eunho flush to him as he hunched over. The boss hummed. "It's not a bad thing; just like I said the other day. The rose has a father who is a sexual abuser. Don't take advantage of that, Lorenzo—"
"My—who..who's the rose?"
"You."
The boss and Lorenzo spoke and union. Eunho's eyes widened, Lorenzo could feel the lashes tickling his honey-scented skin. "My dad doesn't sexual..sexually abuse me. Like ever." The boss's eyebrow raised and he nodded. "I didn't know, sorry for assuming, kid."
"It's..ugnmph—g-good."
"Would you like a heating pad? Maybe it'll make you feel better?" The boss's words were criminally soft. He gently took the baggies and weed from Lorenzo's hands and delicately pressed them against a shaking Eunho. Said Eunho shivered at the touch, but he leaned into it. The unpredictable verdict called Hyungnim sat on the low table, pushing over Lorenzo's job. "You guys seem too sick to focus, you should go up stairs and just enjoy your night. I'll bring up candy for Halloween." Lorenzo never celebrated Halloween.
"We're okay." He murmured, too afraid to step out of line—Eunho noticed. Heavily unlike him. The omega flinched, scared something bad would happen to him. Lorenzo. Ren. His Rennie.
"Smettila di prendere così tante dannate pillole. Ti ucciderai sul mio divano. Sei qui da cinque ore e ogni trenta minuti ne ingoi una. È pericoloso, quindi smettila." The boss spoke. His voice lifted a tone and had a wonderful rhythm to Eunho's ears. But, Lorenzo scratched his back, not meaning too. So, that must mean something. Having Lorenzo's hand curl against him that way, long, healthy nails drying white lines.
"Importa? Sto facendo il mio lavoro, signore. Non sono suoi; la droga. Sono... l'ho comprata ieri sera." Lorenzo fought the bigger man with a harsh sword slashing against his throat. Figuratively. The man shook his head, his knuckles turning white over the table. "Nou non dovrebbe prenderli."
"Perché me lo avresti dato allora? Se non potevo prenderli?"
"Because I want you to be happy. But it doesn't mean you should go about, killing yourself over it. If you don't stop you won't get weed and I know how much you need that."
"You're—yes, sir."
"Don't call me that. The rose, are you okay? I can pull the bed out if you'd like. So you can be near Lorenzo." He pronounced the name 'Lorenzo' perfectly, it was odd how other Koreans couldn't. But, Lorenzo had a feeling he wasn't Korean. The rose was a stupid name; here, nonetheless. It made Eunho whimper. "T-that's..not my name."
The older man only stood, gesturing to the couch. "It's a pull out bed. Do you want me to pull it out?"
"N-no..I'm—I'm fine here, sir, thank you."
"Hm. Do you guys need anything? What do you want to eat?" Eunho pulled off of Lorenzo just to see the alphas face. But the boy was stuffing pills into his mouth as if that'd kill the pain. "You... don't do that, Rennie. It's dangerous." He frowned, kissing Lorenzo's forehead. Lorenzo sat back, eyes softening. "Yuh."
"Ho paura per te, Lorenzo. Tu... smettila di prenderne così tante. Mi rende nervosa, non importa quanto tu pensi che io sia un pezzo di merda manipolatore. Smettila. Ora." The older man scolded again. His last words came out through gritted teeth. Lorenzo's eyes narrowed. He shrugged, "okay, whatever."
"Good. Come si chiama? Non me l'hanno mai detto." Lorenzo laughed as the boss gestured lazily to Eunho. "Eunho. Kang Eunho. Lo farò diventare il mio ragazzo. Faremo un video porno." The last part was unnecessary, but Lorenzo's fingers massaged every part of Eunho. The boss's face contorted. Disgusted, maybe. "No, non lo sei. Puoi uscire con qualcuno, ma se facessi una cosa del genere in un video, ti strapperei via ogni pezzo." Lorenzo tensed. And it wasn't because of his stern tone.