"Give me the fucking French fries, fat ass. I'm starving." Vittorio snarled, his arm reaching over the baby carrier between them as he threw them at Lorenzo. Lorenzo gripped the McDonald's bag in his fingers, they sweat through the paper. He stuffed another fry into his mouth. "You talk like an American." He mocked, copying the accent in Korean. Vittorio's eyes narrowed. "I am American, dickhead. I was born in New York."
"That's why you look like a rat?"
"I look like you but better. I smell better and I am better."
"Your mirror tell you that, evil queen?" Lorenzo kept the bag far. Far far away from him. He didn't know why, maybe vengeance, maybe brotherly love. Or maybe it was the fact that he'd only ever been in a van this big. Not a Mercedes G-wagon. The black interior was sleek and cold when they got in, a few blankets in the front and back seat. The trunk had metal bats and three car seats. In one of them up front was the baby. Lorenzo didn't know who they were—but it giggled whenever he moved or spoke. The others were all the way up front. It was Lorenzo, the baby, and Vittorio in the backseat while Eunho, Jia, and the oreunpal sat up front.
The older man drove calmly despite the distractions behind him. One arm on the wheel, the other toyed with Jia. She held a phone. Or well, Eunho did. He held her in his lap. And she liked him. A lot. A lot more than she liked Lorenzo, that's for damn sure.
Eunho laughed often, but the scent of him was angry. He didn't want to be too far away from Lorenzo. Which is why he's here, on a trip with the oreunpal, Lorenzo, a baby, another baby, and Jia. Yes, Vittorio is the other baby cause he's an annoying fuck. Eunho's hands gently brushed Jia's hair back and Lorenzo watched.
"Lo ami? La rosa?" Vittorio must've noticed his stare. His voice was quieter now. Lorenzo didn't stop the gawk. "Ho bisogno di lui. È la cosa migliore che abbia mai avuto." He responded just as quietly.
"That's adorable. My mom, or well my sisters, cause I grew up in a church most of the time, locked me in a closet when I had a boyfriend." That made Lorenzo look at him. The omega stared virtuously at Eunho too. "What?"
"Oh, yeah. I was like thirteen and I woke up in the closet for sinners. So. They found my pornos stuff and tried to kick me out but appa bought the church."
"Appa is rich?" Lorenzo quizzed. "Mhm. He's loaded. He loves me, I'm his princess."
"He touches you?"
"No, ew. That's weird." Vittorio faked a gag. "Your mom—our mom is in jail because of that. So—hold on." He paused. He moved the baby from the middle of them. Lorenzo was entranced in the story, he didn't realize the omega nearly took the bag from him. He snatched it away before Vittorio could touch it. "Wait til we go back, big bitch."
"I'm fucking starving juts give it to me. You've eaten like half of them and there is six!" Vittorio whined. The oreunpal glanced up. "There are* and share. Well be on the road for a while with all this fucking traffic. Don't be so aggressive."
"Ugh." Lorenzo groaned. He daintily placed the French fries over Vittorio's lap and the omega smiled. "Thank you, hyungie, I'm starved."
"You're annoying as fuck."
"You're a kawaii little shit," he squeezed Lorenzo's cheek. And then pulled away. "Anyways, as I was saying; Il padre della rosa è un insegnante. È stato arrestato per aver dormito con i suoi studenti quando la rosa è stata portata dentro. Da grande farò l'avvocato, quindi mi è stato permesso di guardare i fascicoli." He switched easily between Korean and Italian. It reminded Lorenzo of the first time he and Eunho talked. Then, he gaped, turning to his younger brother. "Seriously?" The omega nodded, stuffing his face. "Anche il tuo Omega è carino e popolare. Frequenta una scuola privata, ma le sue foto di nudo sono trapelate e poi le hanno pubblicate tutte su Instagram, dicendo a tutti che avrebbe creato un account OnlyFans. La gente pensava che fosse davvero lui, ma era solo un hacker. Ho guardato tutti i commenti degli YouTuber che ne parlavano. (Your omega is pretty and popular; too. He goes to a private school but had his nudes leaked and then posted them all to Instagram and told everyone that he'd make an onlyfans account. people thought it was actually him—but it was just a hacker. I watched every commentary YouTuber talk about it.)" Lorenzo shook his head.
"No way."
"Way." Vittorio licked his lips, the sound flicked everywhere. Lorenzo's heart sprawled. He clutched his knees and looked up at Eunho. Eunho didn't know any Italian; Vittorio unfortunately knew that. The blond swiped hair out of his face and placed the bag near Eunho. "You should eat too, Mr." He whispered; Lorenzo didn't think there'd be a respectful bit of him. Eunho glanced back, he shook his head. "I'm okay. Lorenzo and I ate earlier. Jia's okay too, the happy meal toy is delicious." He smiled. Lorenzo smiled more.
Vittorio hummed but didn't move the bag. "It's there if you want it, Mr."
He turned back to Lorenzo. "Giusto. Quindi, il tuo Omega non ha foto di nudo. Non ne ha mai scattate. Tutte quelle foto sono state modificate da qualche sito porno. Qualcuno voleva rovinargli l'immagine e ci sarebbe riuscito se il tuo Omega non avesse già foto di biancheria intima con oltre 100.000 "Mi piace". È sexy e innocente, sta solo disegnando. La gente lo ha adorato. Quindi, è popolare e carino. Al sicuro, ora. Quando è stato chiamato per la prima volta, Appa voleva uccidere suo padre perché sapeva che abusava di lui. Ma la rosa continua a dire di no.(right. so, your omega doesn't have nudes. he's never taken any. All those pictures were edited from some porn site. Somebody wanted to ruin his image and they would've succeeded if your omega didn't already have underwear pics with over 100,000 likes. He's sexy and innocent—he's just drawing. people fucking loved that. so, he's popular and pretty. safe, now. When he first got called in, appa wanted to kill his dad because he knew his dad was abusing him. but the rose keeps saying no.)"
Lorenzo stared. "No fucking way."
"Way. He's super sexy. Super sexy—"
"I get it, freak. I have eyes. What else?"
"Well, Niente di che. Non è stato vittima di bullismo o insulti secondo i media e cose del genere. Qualcuno ha detto che è stato aggredito in bagno, ma lui ha negato durante una conferenza stampa e gli credo perché sembrava completamente turbato dall'idea e ha detto che era improbabile e illegale; quindi nessuno l'ha fatto. È bravo anche in un sacco di cose. Te l'ha mai raccontato?(Nothing really. He wasn't bullied or called names according to media and shit. Someone said that he was assaulted in the bathroom but he denied it during a press conference and I believe him because he looked completely disturbed by the idea and said it was unlikely and unlawful; so no one did it. He's good at a lot of stuff, too. Has he ever told you this stuff?)"
"No. No one ever did." Lorenzo's heart pounded. He wanted to take Eunho's hands and kiss them till they turned pink—he couldn't understand why. Why choose that? Instead of pulling him in and never letting go? Lorenzo gulped, facing Vittorio. "Does..are there more stories like that?"
"You probably have some, don't you?"
Lorenzo raised a brow. "No, why would I?"
"Because you're stupid and lame; very easy to get harrassed."
"Well it's never happened."
"Consider yourself lucky. And are you sure? It's highly unlikely for someone like you."
"Are you serious? I'm—I want to hurt you."
"Careful, boy. You don't know me very well," Vittorio's voice was cold but not blistering or clipped. It was a warning wrapped in control candy. Lorenzo scoffed and looked away. Vittorio did something. He did something kind of weird and kind of cute. Placed a single French fry in Lorenzo's lap. "Mangia, fratello. Non ti stavo minacciando. Lo vedo nei tuoi occhi, hai il cuore spezzato. È triste, ma credo di capire perché non te l'ha detto. A causa di quegli incidenti, era sempre popolare. Il sex appeal di quel ragazzo è alto. Ci cascherei.(Eat up, bro. I wasn't threatening you. I can see it in your eyes, you're heartbroken. It's sad, but I think I know why he wouldn't tell you. Because of those incidents, he was popular all the time. the sex appeal on that boy is high. I'd fall for it.)"
"Sei gay?" Lorenzo turned to him. The omega looked him up and down and shook his head, lips pouty. He pushed his glasses above his hair and sighed. "Qualcosa del genere.(Something like that.)"
Lorenzo hummed, clapping the boy's back. "Proud of you little bro. Love your confidence."
"Oh, vaffanculo." Vittorio turned away. Lorenzo bit his lip. "Who named you? Your mom or your dad?"
"Appa. It's a gorgeous name for the best boy." Lorenzo curled his lip at the boy's answer. "You're so cocky."
"It's called confidence, buddy. Get over yourself. Do you speak English?" He turned back to Lorenzo. The alpha hummed, "no, but I know a hard-knock-life from Annie. Would you like to hear that?"
"Don't punish me. There's something I want to talk about. Parli francese?"
"Hell no. I only know Korean and Italian."
"Espèce de connasse minable. 做得更好,学得更快."
"Is that Chinese, you freak?" Lorenzo glared. "And I'm not stupid, you're obviously insulting me."
Vittorio pouted. "Appa, where are we going?"
"Jeonju."
"Why?"
"I have to see someone."
"Please don't tell me it's another kid, appa."
"You know this person. He's just had a baby, I don't know where the alpha is so we're going there for him."
"Is it Minnie?"
The oreunpal glanced at him from the mirror. It reflected a decora boy staring in excitedly. "Yes."
The omega screamed. Eunho covered Jia's ears, Lorenzo covered his own and the oreunpal only sighed.