Eunho dabbed a finger against the soft bruising on the pretty Italian boy's bottom lip. The sound of rain beat against the large, floor-to-ceiling windows. It painted an iridescent pattern over the murky room. The walls were grey and covered in paintings, a large TV in the middle of the studio. The floors were marble and the kitchenette was perfect for two kids who knew they would be spending the rest of their life there. The beds sat across each other—queens with childish bed sheets. Lorenzo's body sunk into the weight while Eunho graced it.
The wall was closed on Lorenzo's side. It held the giant bathroom. On the other side was a small, round night stand that was made of blue plastic. A pack of cigarettes and mollies were hidden in a safe, a note with Lorenzo's Korean name on it.
But, he wouldn't touch it until Eunho was finished.
The young omega smelled like fresh strawberries, his pants still missing and his shirt an American dramedy. His fingers were light and natural. It was a gentle, reverting touch as he tenderly and silently attended to Lorenzo. The alpha's fingers shook. Neither of them mentioned it.
When Eunho finished putting the last piece of tape over Lorenzo's eyebrow, they didn't separate from each other. They just stared eye to eye. Breathing softly under the heavy phonic of rain.
"Are you really sixteen?" The silence cracked under Eunho's muted voice. Lorenzo held back any facial tense—it pained him. "Yeah. I was born in 2009.."
"You're like a baby."
"When were you born?"
"2007. My birthday is on December 28th."
"That's lucky."
"I guess.." Eunho's words are a closing match. They cracked at the edge and he looked away. Lorenzo toyed with his cleaned fingers. The blood that wasn't his gone now, his carefully planted fingers broke more rules than records. He ran a pad over the knuckles, feeling the skin ruffle beneath him. "Are you okay?" He whispered. "I don't know." Eunho replied. "Are you hungry?" Lorenzo stood up. He braced himself against the bed, clutching his stomach dangerously. His shirt was loose and his shorts were as well. He walked over to the night stand and pulled out something. The little grey bag.
"Why? Do they feed us here?" That gained a little laugh from Lorenzo. "I don't know, hyung. I've only been here a few hours."
"You seemed like you knew them…" Eunho bit his lip. Lorenzo glanced back at him before trying to stand, but it only warranted a whimper. "It—I don't.. it's j-just I was high."
"Like..on drugs..?"
"Mhm. I like them. They're not as big of a deal in Italy as they are here.. so. I did a bad thing and now I have to be here. But it's okay," the alpha admitted softly. He grabbed the stack of cash out of the bag and threw it onto the bed. It fell over Eunho's naked thighs. He gasped. "Tho—this is a lot of money." Refusing to touch it, he looked upon it like he'd never seen so much. Lorenzo wouldn't understand. He barely knew how to count Korean Won. He moved to the bed and leaned against the edge. "You can hold it, you know. It's usually people like you holding our money where I'm from anyway." Eunho glanced up at him.
"What..does that mean?"
"The omegas always hold our money." Eunho just stared at him. Shock plaguing his lips. "That's..cool. Is-is this yours?"
"I worked for it.. got beat up for it."
"You didn't get..beat up, L-l-Lorenzo. T-they said they'd never seen anyone..untrained fight like you.." Lorenzo didn't respond. The fleeting memory of him getting punched for asking where his money was. In response, the young alpha put his fight or flight up and kicked said puncher. The smooth image burned his head. He yanked the thought away and shook his head. "It's..just instinct, doll. I—you protect yourself when you use your head.." He tapped his skull. The red curls fell coarsely on the sides of his head, thick and pretty. Eunho nodded. "I-I don't fight."
Lorenzo softened. "You can call me Ren, or Enzo, if you'd like. And you're really sweet."
"Y-you are too.." Eunho gestured to him. Lorenzo smiled, dimples popping. "That's okay, hm?"
They sat quietly for a moment. Then, Eunho took the money. He counted it through his fingers and swallowed it. "It's a lot.."
"Yeah. How much?"
Eunho shook. "11 million won."
"Oh, I fucked up. I thought it was 5 million. Can you teach me how to count it, doll?" Lorenzo's blue eyes locked on Eunho's darker ones and the omega nodded blindly. The taste of food chilling on his tongue. "I-do you..do you want to eat still? You're..you look thin." Eunho cautioned. Lorenzo stood up again .He limped to the door to what felt like a hotel suite. "I'm going to ask for a phone so we can order it. Do you want to come?" The offer was sweet and practical; but it felt like a gold medal.
Eunho jumped off the bed, his pants absent and underwear lacy. He held the cash to his chest and nodded. "Yeah..I want to go with you."
"You aren't wearing any pants, shouldn't you put some on..?"
Eunho shook his head. "They..they already saw me like this. And..uhm, I saw a lot of omegas walking around naked.."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
They walked by each other out the door, Lorenzo grabbing the key as he held his waist. "Thanks for helping me, you know." He whispered. His heart jabbered, Eunho could agree if either of them said it. They shared the same feeling—stomach pulled tight into knots and heart creaking. Eunho sighed softly and took Lorenzo's hand in his own. "It's okay," he squeezed. They dodged an incoming man in a suit. "I'm sorry that happened to you. It'll be better, next time, I swear." Eunho made a promise he didn't trust. Lorenzo took it and taped it to the box locked around his heart and hummed. "Thats really sweet, doll."
"Doll?"
"You're pretty..like a doll."
"Thank you.."
Lorenzo smiled again. His previous frown faltered. Eunho shook their conjoined hands. "It's okay. You're safe now…maybe..you can protect me too?" Lorenzo glanced at him. He didn't say much. Just tightened Eunho's hold.
"Yeah. Yeah." He spoke.
They stepped in the same rhythm and made their way downstairs quickly. Back in the lobby, Lorenzo's arm slipped around Eunho's hips, covering the open space protectively. Eunho's cheeks filtered pink but he decided not to mention it. Just one thought in his head; 'alphas. How dreamy~' but maybe, Lorenzo was the only one. He stood a foot taller than Eunho and was bulkier, muscles ruling off of his strong however bruised body. It made Eunho giggle uncontrollably. But, this afternoon, he'd controlled it.
They paused at the desk but before Lorenzo could say a word, his name was called.
The room was quieter in the afternoon. The sun was blocked by rain, but that didn't stop the fluorescent lights. Lorenzo swallowed. They turned, Eunho's arms rested on Lorenzo like a head rest. His head tilted in. But not on the taller boy.
It was the boss. His suit crisp still and his eyes soft as they landed on the boys. He raised a thick, pierced brow once spotting the arm around Eunho but didn't do much. He cleared his throat and tightened his tie. "What's up?" His voice was like gravel.
Lorenzo bit his lip. "We were just wondering if we could get a phone or something to order food." He clutched Eunho tighter—squeezing like the omega's hips were a teddy bear. The scent of strawberries softened and it was strong. The boss's eyes widened, but—once again—he refused to say a word. He patted his back pockets and hummed. "You were—not you, Lorenzo—but you," he piked a tattooed, ringed finger at Eunho. "The rose. You were supposed to get a phone." Said omega flushed. "W-what?"
"Yeah. They didn't give you a phone or a bracelet?" Eunho shook his head. Lorenzo could feel the kid shivering. "N-no, s-sir.."
"That's interesting. I'll get it for you." He turned to go behind the desk but Lorenzo reached for his shoulder. "W-why can't I get a phone?" He whispered quietly. The boss looked him up and down. "At ten years old, you tweeted and posted to every social media website; 'yall all fake. Y'all should just overdose and shit. Fake ass hoes" and had your apartment raided. I don't think you can afford a phone."
"That's.. reasonable." He stepped back.