Lorenzo sat on the cream colored couch. It was untraditional, the walls all woody and the TV a giant flatscreen playing Friendly Rivalry. The table under it was wood and white, with a checkered print, yellow blanket over it. There was a giant, cow-printed rug on the floor despite the floor being warmer than Lorenzo's wet dreams. He clutched the blanket that was draped over his waist.
Because Eunho sat on top of him, his thighs were shivering and Lorenzo's hands palmed them. Eunho wrapped around him like a cat, feeding his uncomfortability. The room was immense in wealth, power, and size. You'd feel like a bug being in it. With the windows letting out to the forest all over. The stairs next to the kitchen led to another area Lorenzo didn't feel comfortable investigating.
The two arm chairs housed Jia and the baby and Vittorio who was sucking down a juice box, watching the show with animosity. Lorenzo wondered how they could be related. Lorenzo had natural red hair, like his mother. He had blue eyes—like his mother, and he had the same nose as her. But Vittorio looked like a more feminine version of the boss. With green, entrancing eyes, thick lips like Eunho, and a..the same nose as their mother.
"Fucking hell." Lorenzo whispered, grasping at Eunho's thighs. So taunt and dominating—his fingers farming bruises on the omega's pale thighs. Neither of them could see it, but he shifted in Lorenzo's lap. Squirming decently. "It's okay, don't be scared, Rennie. I'll protect you." The omega pressed a kiss to Lorenzo's head. "Can you kiss me somewhere else, please, babydoll?" Lorenzo looked up at him. Eunho pulled his chin up and kissed him again. Pulling him in like a sort of suture. Lorenzo loved it.
So much he didn't want to pull away. But when the smell of fresh food and warmth tugged his strings, he had too. "You love me?" He whispered. Eunho smiled, their saliva spreading over his gorgeous lips. "I do. You're my favorite person in the world, baby. I'll never forget you."
"I love you, a lot, babydoll. Please, don't leave me here alone." Lorenzo's lips dug under the scar and kissed it. Eunho wiped his face down. "You aren't dying, baby. But I'll never leave you alone. Especially not now." He promised. "We should get married and mate, hm? Then, we can be all happy and free together." The omega added, Lorenzo tightened his grip.
"I agree. You're all I need."
Eunho answered his prayer with another soothing kiss that lasted longer than you'd expect. His tongue dug to clean the cavernous hole called Lorenzo's mouth. Then, he pulled away. "Maybe we can go all the way sometime."
"I'd do it now, so yeah." Lorenzo kissed his nose to suppress a smile. The area beside them dipped and a soft sigh was let out. They looked over. Him. Pink haired skinny boy. He held a huge photo album and a phone. An old, old phone. From maybe the late 2000s. Lorenzo swallowed hard, the scent of the room subbing to his scent. "Hi again, Iseul-ah. So. Your father and I used to be really close. Insanely close. I loved him to death. And his parents—well, they were shit, so he was always at Yoonjae and my house." The pink-haired said softly. Eunho wrapped a steady arm around Lorenzo's shoulders, silently telling him how much he's there.
"W-who's Yoonjae..?" Lorenzo whispered. Minjae pointed at the figure stomping down the stairs with another baby on him. This baby was small, brand new—fresh. It was the oreunpal. His shirt was absent unfortunately and his tattoos were dark, contrasting with the blue onesie on the baby. "My older brother. He's—I met uhm, Youngmin through him. They were in the same school and class and they were best friends. When Youngmin first came to our house, he was six. I was five or something and I had the biggest crush on him since then." Lorenzo nodded.
His father didn't mention much. Hell, his father never spoke. He did to announce dinner, congratulate Lilliana and Lorenzo, and comfort them after mom's rages.
Minjae frowned as he continued. "We weren't really dating, but he fell behind in grade 5, and ended up in my grade 4 class. He wasn't popular, so I was his only friend in that class. And you know, I'm an omega, so. The rumors about us dating were funny but then, I confessed and he was like 'oh. Same.' And we weren't dating. We just liked each other and being around each other. So he was over all the time," the omega teared up. His throat bobbed and Lorenzo couldn't help noticing the way he looked like the oreunpal.
He also caught Vittorio staring. Hard. Like he wanted to know.
"And I really liked him. I'm sorry I keep saying that—he..ugh, he was like the love of my life. But, uhm, one night he went home and the next night, he didn't come over like he promised. So, Yoonjae and I walked over. His house was only five minutes from ours. And I still remember how it smelled. It had just snowed, and the air was cold but it smelled like tteokbokki.."
"Yeah?" Lorenzo whispered. Minjae nodded without looking up. He placed the tiny cellular device in his lap and opened the book. Pictures of them—labeled. Minjae had dark, dark hair growing up and Lorenzo's father had freckles and a lanky vibe. He was smaller than Minjae. The omega pointed at one specific picture and sniffled. "That was my birthday. I didn't want anyone but him there." And it looked like it. 2007, August 16th it said on the bottom of the picture. The omega was wrapped around him and giggling his head off. Lorenzo's father had cake on his nose and his lips pursed playfully.
"You..whatever." The omega shut the thing. He linked his arms around himself. "We had got some for him. From this place he liked because sometimes, when he didn't show up, it meant that he was locked in a closet again. That was his punishment. So we'd get him stuff he liked..but that day, he wasn't.." he frowned. "He wasn't being punished. We found him in the bathroom. Just sitting there all broken. Yoonjae didn't think we should go in there—but I couldn't let my best friend rot in a room. So I unlocked the door and sat in there with him. He repeated the same sentences for a while.."
Lorenzo's stomach curled. Minjae bit his lip. "It ruined him. Really. He stopped showing up after that. Dropped out of school and then disappeared shortly after his birthday. I found out where he was when Yoonjae came home one day."
The omega turned to Lorenzo. "You're mom's a stupid fucking whore."
"That's..understandable, uh..continue?" Lorenzo leaned in. Minjae stared at him. For long and hard. It seemed as though he wanted to say something—do something, change something. But, he tore his gaze away before he stood.
"Samcheon.." Vittorio whispered. Lorenzo and him caught eyes. "Sembra che tuo padre sia davvero simpatico, Lorenzo.(Your dad sounds really nice, Lorenzo.)" He spoke to the crowd. Lorenzo nodded, his fingers shaking. "Chi è tuo padre, Vittorio?" Lorenzo had to know. Although he already did, he wasn't sure if it was some sort of stockholm syndrome thing.
"Lorenzo..fratello, it's literally him." He pointed at the oreunpal. The alpha had made his way down with the newborn, but now he had the other baby in his arms. He ignored the conversations while Minjae grabbed Jia. He brought her all the way to the kitchen and came back pathetically.
"That's not true, he's just.. it can't be."
"You didn't let me finish, Iseul." Minjae interrupted again. He found his way where he was sitting and pulled the phone from under him. "Mr..maybe Lo-lo-Rennie is scared to have you…continue. Can we wait a bit?" It was as though Eunho had read his alpha's mind. Or his touch like braille. The other omega only glanced their way. "No. It needs to be said: because Vitt—vit—Jesus fucking Christ these Italian names. Bom, needs to know. Too. Where he came from." Who the hell is Bom?
"Bom is Vit-the little one's Korean name."
Oh. Said Bom only hummed, dragging the big arm chair closer. Minjae scratched his own arm. "So..when Yoonjae came home from New York, he was maybe.. eleven or twelve. He wasn't acting different like Youngmin. He wasn't completely changed. He stayed the exact same. Nothing changed. Maybe his ambition. After I figured out what happened to Youngmin..I wanted to hurt. To kill. That's why I have a clan, ha, ha. That's—I didn't think it happened to Yoonjae too."
He paused, glancing at Bom who reacted indifferently. Then, Lorenzo. Lonrezo shivered. "Can I say the word, Yoonjae? Iseul?"
"Go..yeah." Lorenzo whispered. "Your dad..he was raped by that woman. And I wanted to kill her, but I couldn't. Because I never found her. But then, Yoonjae came back. I was too young at the time to have influence. And Yoonjae got better at fighting, school, and charisma. He was so popular in high school because he was so cool. I'm happy he didn't shun me like a lot of other kids would. He was..raped too."
Lorenzo's eyes jumped to Vittorio. But Vittorio must've already known—like Lorenzo—but his father was still alive. His fingers clutched the chair though. Lorenzo looked over to the boss—Yoonjae.
He didn't move. Just watched as though he had nothing to add.
It was odd, but..he must've taken it better than Youngmin did.
"And Yoonjae got me Youngmin's number. I was so happy. I texted him; he replied instantly. When you were little, Iseul, intensely little, you lived in New York. Just for a few months. Just for your mom to take her chance at someone else. But you were born in Italy. Your mom got custody of Youngmin; because he was only eleven by the time you were born. She was 24."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah.. and you. We texted for hours. He sent pictures of you, told me everything about you. He said—and this isn't..to be mean, baby—but, he hates your name. He hates L-lo..that shit. He couldn't pronounce it for shit so he tried to call you something else. That's why, I only know you as.. Iseul. That's what he called you. And he loved you. He loved you a lot. With Liliana.. that wasn't his kid. But he still loved her. You though. My, my, my. He once said that he wished it was our baby. Maybe he was just trying to cope, because I found it weird, but."
"Can we stop for a minute.. are you okay, Mr.?" Lorenzo sounded okay—his tone even and his eyes soft. But his fingers carved deep groves in Eunho's tender skin. Minjae looked at him with a red nose. "Yeah. Do you want to eat dinner, sweetheart?"