Eunho was carried in at 04:58 in the morning. His sleeping body lay restless in one of the scarred men's heavy arms. Held like a sobbing baby, he'd curled in on himself until he felt no more. The scent of expensive cologne and alpha was so strong, the bag over his head did nothing to soothe it. The big man with all the strength to pull him out of his bed and throw him into a van was warm and fuzzy, like he never shaved. It wasn't uncomfortable—but Eunho would squirm every chance he got. He wondered where he was being taken. Why it was so noisy at the dead of night. Yells and screeches, the sound of a lighter scratching and music booming. It bolstered in and out of his wretched head. He'd clasped his eyes shut as though he'd be able to silence it telepathically. It dragged on beyond his attempts. Yanking his stomach through dust and dusk.
His body was dumped on a soft, wallowing surface. The warmth of his childhood stuffed animal left his grasp and he could only suck in a whimper. 'Time to grow up,' he silently preached in his head. He bit his lip, glaring from under the paper bag. He could see his lack of pants and his quivering legs. They were pale and blue under some sort of light, clashing with the moldy brown of the old sofa. His cartoony shirt crinkled against skin like the visible veins on his wrist. He prided himself on being the only non-suicidal student in his class; however. He'd begun to doubt that at this very moment.
The scent of something fruity and stuffy. The smell of soju, the sound of it being poured. His thighs and fingers shook alike. His stomach burned, his body aching of waves and tears. Like heavy junk left in the cold; that was exactly how he felt.
His arms crunched around his gaunt waist and he heard a tick. "Shit, kid. Sorry, I didn't notice you're practically naked. What's your size?" The same presence fell to his knees. His body jerked in a way unfamiliar. His gulping echoed throughout the room as it quickly quieted. "The boss is going to be mad. You know how he feels about child nudity."
"Shut up, dumbass. Who sleeps without clothes anyway? No offense, kid." Eunho still shook. Like the wind was forcing him to sway. "I..I-I-I don't k-k-know..S-sir.." His first words grilled his throat since the screaming attack. He clutched himself as though he had nothing else. And he didn't. He heard a huff. "Shit. Uhm, can anyone run to the convenience store and get a medium?" The big man called out. The room beyond Eunho's captive attention all shrugged, popping their champagne with no care for their own world. "You're the one who messed up, buddy. Do better," one of them huffed. They gobbled down a bottle of soju in three seconds. "You're insane. Do you want to die?"
"Just the truth, princess. Go get it yourself. And pick up the little thing." He gestured at the slug in a baseball cap with studded eyes hanging on the white, clean floors. It was the image of purity—spotless, a fresh blue with dark eyes. The alpha growled and pulled it into the young, shaking omega's lap gently. He placed it over his uncooked legs as tender as possible before biting his lip and turning his tail. "Lorenzo." He called for. Eunho looked up, but he was met with chocolate-smelling cardboard.
"Yes, king?" A deep, fireplace-like voice echoed. It got an annoyed groan. "Stop calling me that. Where's the blanket I gave you?"
"This one, boss?" The older man nodded. He took the black and white checkered cover from Lorenzo and draped it over Eunho's legs delicately before grabbing the tip of the bag. He pulled it off slowly, like he was afraid of hurting the young boy. But before Eunho could say a word, a low whistle slang out. He froze. He followed the sound and caught eyes with a boy. With no bags under those dark eyes, freckles slapping his face, monopods heavier than life, and tightly-pulled lips, he released another whistle. "You're so fine." It was oceanic and calling. Eunho's fingers twitched. "W-what?"
"Parli Italiano?" Eunho stared at him. The alpha whose eyes were still blue despite the cranking of smoke in the air, the thick log stuck between his two fingers, pointed at himself. Eunho bit down something hard and spiky and shook his head, looking away. "Accidenti. Un ragazzo molto sexy non parla italiano. Immagino che dovrò tornare al coreano," the alpha cursed. He relaxed deeper into the couch. "It's my first time here, yours?"
"Lorenzo." Eunho's eyes shot to the big, burly man in front of him. The assumable alpha was glaring at the boy beside Eunho who seemed pretty preoccupied. However, Eunho didn't care. He saw his captors for the first time; his lips nearly spread but they were so dry. They stuck together. Younger than he assumed, with no greys and blond hair. Standing at 6'1, in a black suit, he scolded Lorenzo with his eyes. The teenage boy smirked. "Chill out, big boi. I'm just making conversation."
"Finish your job, right now and you'll be let off early. And I guess, we'll give you the mollys."
That motivated the boy. His hand quickly formed over the low table, desirous as he grasped at the little baggies and mysterious substances that smelled—it tugged down Eunho's stomach. He muttered things under his breath, lips crawling into thick little things of mindless attraction for Eunho. Eunho shivered, he looked over at the older man. The alpha bit his lip. "Just stay here. Don't do anything, talk to him—" he pointed at the boy next to Eunho. Eunho breathed in through his nose before the man continued. "Nobody else. Don't talk to anyone else unless they say it's necessary but it probably won't be. Just stay here, if you need anything ask him," he pointed at the teen boy again. "He'll get it for you."
Lorenzo paused. "Uhm, bro, I don't know where anything is." He cautioned. The other man threw his head back, an alpha-like scent hidden by a clear patch on his neck. "Use the fucking phone we gave you, call me."
"You didn't pick up like five minutes ago,"
"Why were you calling five minutes ago, Lorenzo?"
"I'm running out of bags," the man looked down at the bags and groaned. "No, you aren't."
"I felt like it."
"You are—do your job."
"Cazzo, cazzo. Sto facendo il mio lavoro, idiota. Ho delle domande valide a riguardo e a proposito di quella cosina carina accanto a me." Eunho's eyes flashed at him. The boy with a scratchy mustache and red hair. Styled curly and flowing all over his eyes. "L..l-Lorenzo..?" Eunho whispered. A little lisp hung over as he failed to say every proper sound. Said alpha looked up. "I'm Lorenzo." He pointed at himself. Eunho took it in—the way his eyes were green tinted waters, purple if you stared too hard. His hair was delicate and long, flowing past his chin and curls. His body..shirtless?—Once Eunho's eyes caught onto it, he looked the other way. Up. "What's your name?" The alpha asked.
"Lorenzo, why don't you focus on your job."
"I'm making conversation."
"You have work to do."
"Okay, cazzo."
"Stop calling me that. Now."
"Nana-boo-boo."