The oreunpal yawned as he turned into a small Hanok. Eunho was bouncing—he'd never been in one. Excitement buzzed through him. He gripped Jia's fat little body and licked his lips. "This place is really cool," he murmured. The boss glanced at him with a hum, Lorenzo and Vittorio were arguing again. About something stupid Eunho didn't care about. Maybe Eunho's mind was distracted—maybe he needed it to be. What he saw an hour ago wasn't something he wanted in his mind in a million. He'd been sold off like some sex pawn. And the reason he hugged the oreunpal should be clear. The oreunpal..refused to do that to him. To use him. To let people use him even though he regularly walked around naked.
He was grateful for that. But, overall, he needed someone. Or something to cry on and Jia's tiny shoulders wouldn't serve. He licked his lips again, the thought still sick on his head. "It's my brother's place. He's got a nice nursery, as well. I like it." The boss responded quietly. Eunho looked at him. His stomach burned. He was bought and sold. Was he bought? Was he speared? He didn't know. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to.
"The boss?" Eunho whispered. "Yeah, the boss."
"Wait—you aren't the boss, Hyung?" Lorenzo asked. He leaned over the centerpiece and placed a warming hand in Eunho's lap. The oreunpal hummed. "I don't run the clan. My brother, the real boss, thinks it's corny—the building you both live in so I run it."
"No way."
"Mhm. Being a boss is lame, you don't do anything but say yes when your right hand plans the next step. Of course, I'm smart and older than him so he listens."
"H-how old is your brother?" Eunho asked. "23 or 22. I can't remember."
"Oh. Is he nice?" That made the older man look over. He looked up and down and nodded. "I guess. I think it depends on who you are, he loves Vittorio over there. But that's because they have the same diagnosis."
"Your brother..is uhm, mentally unwell?" Lorenzo held out a hand. He flipped it over in Eunho's lap, he assumed instantly—taking it into his grasp. "Yeah, I gues—wait. You're calling Vittorio mentally unwell?" The alpha jerked his head back to Lorenzo after parking in the garage area of the home. It was small and humble, with a koi fish pond out front. A bridge over it in wood. Surrounded by trees and forest—it hung in the distance of Jeonju and stayed hidden like they were afraid of the world.
Lorenzo choked out a response but Eunho didn't care. He already stepped out, shorts flying in the chilling winds and darkened sky. The smell of moisture was heavy. He closed the car door with a huff and clutched Jia to his chest. She played with his hair. "Are you hungry, oppa? You smell like strawberries."
"I'm fine, Jia, thank you." The other four stepped out of the car. The oreunpal took the baby from the car seat and held it to his chest like Eunho did. Lorenzo made his way right next to his omega. He grabbed his waist gently. "Are you okay, babydoll? You're—you seem sick." His tone leaked care and worry. Eunho's scent sweetened but before he could answer, someone else did it for him. "He is fine, bastard. Go away." Jia snapped at Lorenzo.
Lorenzo gaped. "Do you hear her? The disrespect." He scoffed.
Eunho smiled, slowing his stride across from the bridge. He grabbed Lorenzo's arm. "Would you mind if I.. I don't know, kissed you?" He whispered, lowering Jia.
Lorenzo's arms wrapped around him. "I'd love it."
Eunho did it. He pressed his lips against the other boy's and didn't stop. The feel of muscle around him and Lorenzo's tongue making dangerous waves that gave Eunho butterflies—a crashing stomach. Rainbows and hearts erupted in Eunho's clean head and he swallowed on Lorenzo's tongue, pulling him closer. Taking him deeper. As though he could erase the truth with another boy's answers. Lorenzo pushed him into his chest, sucking his soul away with a single kiss.
"That's disgusting, stop." A cranky, feminine little voice snapped. And it wasn't Jia. Lorenzo didn't want to pull away. But, Eunho did. He pressed a palm to Lorenzo's chest and pressed away. Saliva dribbled from their lips. Lorenzo's olive skin was pink and his lips were swollen. "Are you okay, babydoll?" Eunho nodded. "You're a really good kisser." He breathed. Lorenzo's arms tightened. "You're the best thing I have, Eunho."
"Stop, like seriously. Not in front of my McDonald's." Lorenzo rolled his eyes and glared at Vittorio. "You are so depressing; find something better to do." He stared. Vittorio stepped closer while their father only watched from the car. "You're a bitch. Freak."
"I wish I could hit you."
Vittorio frowned, his eyes drooping with him but it was faked. "Yeah well that's illegal." Vittorio stuck his tongue out. Eunho laughed a bit. It was small and soft. Their father rounded the corner with a yawn, he grabbed Vittorio's hand and gestured to the bridge. "Let's go. You guys first."
Eunho and Lorenzo stepped over the wooden planks, they danced under their toes and as soon as they made it to the front. It was all concrete, with a wooden rocking chair. A rug out front said "fuck you hoes," so, Lorenzo felt welcome. Lorenzo wanted to hold and hug and caress and kiss Eunho's dark days away. He wanted to kiss and tug something else. Anyway, the door was wide, tall and large. Wood, dark. Like mohagonny. "This house is nice. One of those traditional Korean homes, right, Eunho?" Lorenzo's lips grazed his ear. The omega released a cold shiver and hummed, a hand delicately caressing the wood. "It is, baby. I've always wanted to be in one. With a Hanbok and stuff," he murmured.
"Excuse me, babies." The oreunpal interrupted. He knocked on the door aggressively. Lorenzo didn't understand a thing—why they were here—but it felt better with Eunho's hand in his own. It took maybe three minutes of Vittorio's groaning for something to open the door. It graced free, deflowering like Eunho. And the sight that presented with the creak was unlikely.
A skinny, thin omega who barely touched 4'11 with pink hair in a pineapple ponytail like Jimin of BTS. He gasped when he spotted everyone. He pointed at Lorenzo directly. "No fucking way. Is that Iseul?" Said Iseul flinched. "Yeah, it's him. But his name is Lorenzo." The oreunpal said, he gestured for the kids to move in. However, Lorenzo would only move if Eunho did. And he hadn't. The omega pushed the door open further, stepping to the side. "I don't speak Italian; he has a Korean name for a reason. And besides I know him as Iseul."
"Why do you know him at all, samcheon?" Vittorio stepped aside everyone. He took his cloud sneakers off and fell under the omega. Maybe he was around 4'5. The omega didn't mind letting him in. His fingers clutched the door as he waited for Lorenzo and Eunho. They wouldn't. Eunho set Jia down and held Lorenzo's shirt. It was a black button up with slacks. The omega sized them both. "Holy shit. Holy shit. You're adorable. I'm so proud of you, oh my." He pouted, jumping at them. He was paltry—even the sixteen year old boy was taller than him.
He latched onto Lorenzo and rubbed his head. Caressed him until he gulped. "My little Iseul. I could've been your mom instead of that bitch—"
"No, no. Minjae, get off of him now." The oreunpal interrupted. He separated them. Forcibly, pulling the omega away. "Don't curse his mom. She's a good woman."
"Okay, die." The omega snapped. Lorenzo swallowed. Eunho wanted to walk inside—but he wouldn't allow himself to without Lorenzo. "Wh-why do you know me..?" He whispered, staring at the ground. Only Eunho saw the omega frowning. "Because I wanted to be your mom. But whatever, come inside, I'll tell you the whole story and you can see Livio! Yes, I know I just said I don't speak Italian but named him something Italian. It had to be sexy. That's all."
"Y-your baby..?"
"I've always liked that name. But you can call him Jun if it's too hard to pronounce. That's his Korean name. Like l-lo..Fuck it, Iseul's Korean name is Iseul because his name is hard to pronounce." The omega but the dust. He wiped the hair out of Lorenzo's face and smiled softly. "You look really cute, Iseul." His voice was quiet, like the husk of the wind. His fingers shook against Lorenzo's skin. As though he couldn't possibly hold back his excitement. His breathing was shallow and scarred. His bottom lip quivered. Lorenzo twitched, his eyes falling up and down.
"Please stop touching me." The young boy requested; the most polite Ehnho had ever seen. But his chocolate tasted like fury. He clasped Eunho's waist in his fingers.
"Damn. I love you." The omega pulled back. He sighed and turned, "come inside, uhm, Nori just made dinner."
"Nori made it home?" The oreunpal asked before gently ushering Lorenzo forward. He licked his lips and bent to meet his eyes. They watered. "It's okay, you don't have to. I'd prefer if you would, it's about to rain. And he's family. Like, he knows your dad well, Lorenzo. Very well." Lorenzo's hand tugged Eunho's up from his palm to his wrist. Eunho could feel the pulsing blood boiling. "What's..what does that mean?" The woeful sound made the oreunpal look away.
"I..don't know, kiddo. I wasn't really that close to their relationship. Just Youngmin and I.." Youngmin was Lorenzo's father. Lorenzo sniffled, "do you want to go inside, babydoll?" He asked.
The omega's fingers did somersaults on the pulse. He bit his lip. "Do you want to?"
"You said you've always wanted to be in one.."
"But, are you comfortable?"
"I don't know. Let's do it, for you, okay?" Lorenzo said, stepping over the foot area and ridding of his shoes. Eunho kissed his cheek and mirrored him.