TW
Eunho brushed a palm through his hair and sniffled. He held a sleeping Jia in his lap. Two small beings held each other in comfort, yet Eunho failed to feel it. He wanted his baby. And he's not jealous of Vittorio—maybe the confidence—he doesn't think Lorenzo would be attracted to his own brother. That's a different kind of dark.
Eunho just wanted his baby, relaxing with him. But as of now, he held something else. Vittorio and Lorenzo talked. It was quiet, when they weren't arguing, just soft murmurs as they talked amongst each other. Eunho tightened his grip as Jia's head lollied. The oreunpal's eyes caught his motions and his hands gripped the wheel. "You okay?"
"Mhm. Tired, a little bit." Eunho answered. He forgot to stutter. He looked up, but the oreunpal didn't seem to care. "You can go to sleep, just, I'll take Jia, hold on." He paused at a red light. A rest stop was off the turn. He locked his lips. "Does anyone have to use the bathroom?"
Lorenzo raised a hand. "I have to go bad." The oreunpal hummed and turned in the stop. It was a little brown hut with a packed parking lot and billboards circling it. The oreunpal parked and waited. "We should stretch our legs, we have like one hour and thirty minutes left so we won't be in there for too much longer, don't worry, Rose." Eunho wondered why he'd been singled out, but he didn't find it worthwhile to respond. He stepped out on shaky feet, legs struggling to hold. He understood why they all needed to get out now. The shorts oreunpal-nim bought fit loosely on him, his long sleeve ran over his chest but it wasn't fully buttoned. He pressed Jia to his chest. She wore sweatpants and a big shirt.
Vittorio and Lorenzo stepped out too. Vittorio's confidence was unmatched. Large shoes and a tiny skirt riding up his thighs, thin body on display for anyone who stared long enough without getting scared. The oreunpal put a shirt on—luckily. But it was a BTS band tee with Jungkook's naked pictures on it so it wasn't much better. His confidence matched his sons.
Eunho fell into step with him.
"You okay?" The alpha asked. Eunho shrugged. "I think. Why'd I have to come?"
"Because Lorenzo loves you."
"That's it?" The oreunpal glanced at him. Then, he wrapped an arm around him. It was warm and he smelled like charcoal. It was warm. "I guess not. I don't want you cooped up in the apartments all day, it's probably boring and you've never been one for phones, hm? You like books?" Eunho hummed unconditionally. He used to get lost in books—on his phone. Fanfictions and reimagining of gods and idols was a familiar, soothing taste to him. "Why didn't you download webtoon on the phone?" The oreunpal asked.
"Uhm. I didn't want to. I like Rennie."
"That's cute. Does he know? That you like him?"
"Yeah, hehe. We're almost dating," Eunho smiled. He clawed that little part of his brain out with the love of Lorenzo—the soft of his skin and the wet of his pants every time they slept together—slept, as in, cuddled closer and closer every night until they merged with each other. The other stuff didn't matter. When it came to the rain and the muted brain of life, and Lorenzo came home with two happy meals and himself. It was yum, delicious. Except for that one time Eunho dreamed of showering with him.
The thought made him hot. He swallowed and the oreunpal's arm tightened around him. "That's good. He likes you a lot, loves you. Do you guys talk about your lives outside of the house?" Eunho didn't know why they didn't—but they almost never did outside of trauma or lineal life. But..that's what it is, isn't? Life. Eunho licked his lips. "Uhm, not really. Lor—Rennie talked about his life a lot. And Italy. I don't have anything to say."
"Your life is interesting. You were at a private school, on your way to Yonsei, the school president."
"I don't want—how do you know that?" Eunho paused. He stopped walking. The oreunpal followed his movements. "Because I work with your dad..?"
"No—y-you kidnapped me..why?"
"I don't want to tell you."
"N-no, please..tell me."
"D..do you think you can handle it, Rose?" He bent down to meet Eunho eye to eye. Eunho's lip quivered. He nodded. "Okay. I'll tell you when we get inside so no one hears. Not even Rennie."
"Don't call him that..that's my nickname."
"Okay. Nobody will hear; not even Lorenzo."
The rest stop was busy—packed with stores and a cabin-like interior. Eunho would've liked it more if it looked like a Hanok. It would've been cooler since he'd never been in one. Lorenzo had scurried to the bathroom instantly, Vittorio and the baby made their way through the mall with 100,000₩ because their father gave away a black card like it was 8,000₩ and not half a lifetime. Said father sat across from Eunho who held Jia still. He asked to take the baby—but Eunho didn't want to be left restless.
The man cleared his throat and put a pair of AirPods on the table. And then a phone. "I'm really not sure about this, kiddo." He murmured under the tense wave of people screaming and talking. Eunho glanced down at the sleek, matching objects. "I want to know. I need..need to know." The omega licked his lips, swallowing as hard as his throat allowed. The oreunpal had his lips stuck between his teeth like he was regretting everything. "Just know—I didn't want you. Or to take you, I thought it'd be stupid. B-but my mom did and I couldn't say no."
Eunho ignored the quiet plea, put the earbuds in and turned the phone on. Jia bounced in his lap, singing tunes from some cartoon. Maybe the tomato song.
The video that played through Eunho's ears was disturbed.
His father kneeled to his knees, hands tied at his belt. Bruised and soaking wet he sat. Three guys stood around him with bats. The camera recorder was more than obviously the oreunpal. He laughed cruelly. "If you touch my money," he kicked the already broken man. "Or my daughter," he kicked again. The person Eunho called his father took it like he hadn't taken anything else. "Again. I will kill you. And you won't forget what I'll do to your wife—"
"Take my son—please! He's—he's 18 and he's smart and pretty. You—have your way with him—just not my wife. Not me! Please. Take him, do whatever! Just not me—" Eunho's fingers shook. He was the only one closest to 18. His brother was an alpha..and 24 in the past year.
The person behind the camera hummed. They zoomed in on his sweaty, pink face. Eunho could feel the heat of the room. The torture dungeon in took place in. Black walls and red floors, hanging lines that were cuffs—it was scary.
"Look at this fucker. You—you make me angry. You touch my daughter," the oreunpal kicked. "You touch my money," he did it again. "You even sell your pathetic company to me. You're a freak. You need to die," he spat. He kicked until the man found himself crying on the floor. "I'll cut your mangy dick off. Where's my knife?" He threw the phone. All you'd see is blackness. But you heard...you heard it all.
The way Eunho's father continued to use his excellency as a selling point. The way he prayed—"my son is pretty—he's used to being a whore—just take him, take him and use h-him!"
"Oh." Eunho whimpered. He dropped the phone and sniffled. He stepped outside of the booth and set the phone down, the scent of food turned sour on his lip. He didn't ask or say anything else. He just got to the oreunpal and held him. He forced him into a hug and cried into his chest. The oreunpal's hands found his waist. It wasn't romantic or sexual, just warm and strong. Like something Eunho never had until recently. He placed a palm over the young omega's head, letting it rest on the side of his neck as he patted him. "It's okay," he murmured. "I'm sorry."