"So, Vittorio is 15. He was born in 2010, July 31st." The oreunpal coughed. Vittorio glared at his new brother. His skin crawled and he couldn't pinpoint why. As a persona with conduct disorder—feeling this way made no sense. He should be his indifferent, spoiled self. But all he felt was disgust. His eyes stomped over the teenage alpha. He looked at his father. "Appa. Please don't lie to me, I don't—I have enough siblings." He whispered. The man gazed at him.
"It's okay, princess. You're okay."
"No, that's—be serious, appa. Be fucking serious," he breathed. A swallow could be heard.
"So..you were raped, Hyung..?" The little freak asked. His tone broke the tense air—it was soft and light, like he was scared. He held the omega next to him like some sort of support animal, pursuing his thighs like he'd come all over them. Vittorio's eyes slashed to the young, rude boy. "You're an insensitive fuck."
"Shut up, yeodongsang."
"I'm not a girl, limp dick—"
"Dress like a man then, freak—"
"Stop." The oreunpal breathed. He pulled the baby from his chest and onto his lap. "Do you guys know where Jia is?" He asks the fake bitches. They shook their heads. The small, gimpy omega bit his lip. "I think..she's with her 'mom.' Uhm, in one of the rooms upstairs.."
"Okay, thank you, rose."
"Appa." Vittorio interrupted. His voice was like walking on ice with fifty pound barbells. The alpha looked at him. "Yes, princess?"
"I'm not related to that."
"Yes, you are."
"We have different colored eyes."
"Your mom has blue eyes, remember?"
"But—but, appa. Appa, seriously. This is too much."
"It's your life, Vittorio. Please stop being dramatic." Vittorio screamed. High pitched and disruptive. The room—no one flinched—it was the fucking mafia. But the rose did. He shook. Lorenzo—Vittorio felt sick just thinking about his name—didn't. "That's real mature." The young boy commented.
"Fuck off, ding a ling. I'm furious and fuming."
"Vittorio." His father called once more, exasperated. "I love you, but you're doing the most. It's not like I've been hiding him from you. I found out about him a year ago." He grabbed Vittorio's hand once more. He massaged it in that way Vittorio liked. The way that made his room white and calm, the sound of the ocean pulling waves pushed through the touch. It was gentle and soft, rubbing the lotion skin clockwise once and then counterclockwise for Vittorio's OCD. "Appa, I don't want a brother." Vittorio whispered.
"Hyung." Of course, Lorenzo goes ruining everything.
The boss hummed and looked at the boy. Something in Vittorio curled once he caught eyes with him. His eyes had glasses up, fogging like mirrors. He sniffled. "Do..do I actually have living family members?"
"You have me. And Eunho." Vittiorio's father spoke tenderly, pointing at himself. "No. Just tell me who's alive. Is..is my mom dead? Did you kill her?"
"Do you want her dead?"
"I love her hyung..I really do. That's my mom."
"But you called the cops on her and told them you wanted her to die, Lorenzo? You don't have to lie, kiddo. I get it. Don't worry." That was something that reminded Vittorio of himself. He…he had an awfully similar experience. The one where he wrapped his fingers around Sister Junhye until she stopped huffing and talking. And when a young oreunpal—the boy who was known as Ghost—came running in, picking him up and kissing his cheeks. He told him it would all be okay. And because Vittorio was only seven, and Ghost was only twenty—they'd make it okay.
Vittorio lapped at his lips, the sting of his fresh piercing burned. No. He doesn't want a brother. He has two already. And way too many sisters. He breathed in and out. "You're an acceptable mug, I guess, Lorenzo." He stated. He crossed his legs over each other and leaned into the side of the room. Said Lorenzo swallowed again. "Thanks, Vittorio. Glad I'm accepted into the family." It was burnt with sarcasm. Vittorio had to compliment the way he could still plead sarcasm as his life was ruined and he was about to cry.
"Your mom isn't dead, Lorenzo. She's in jail. I won't be taking you to see her because she's, well, I just don't trust her."
"Y-she never hurt me that way, s-sir."
"Call me hyung—call me whatever. Just not 'sir'."
"I'm indifferent. Just tell me the truth..please." He whimpered. The omega jumping his bones wiped at his face and whispered something close to him. "Appa."
"Mhm?"
"Why can't I have a boyfriend? Lorenzo has one. Why can't I?"
"Lorenzo is older than you and smarter than you. The last time you had a boyfriend you filmed a very inappropriate tape." Right. He did do that. And uploaded it to a forum and it took three months for the clan to find all the evidence of it and get rid of it. It was a good fuck, though. Vittorio pouted. "Babydoll. No one's ever called me that."
"I'm not calling you that, yeodongsang." Lorenzo looked up from clutching The Rose's thighs. Vittorio's eyes narrowed. "Whatever, bud. I wasn't talking to you."
"You're talking to yourself?"
"Yes. So I don't hurt you or your omega. He's way too pretty for you, by the way. He deserves someone famous. Someone like Niki from Enhypen."
"Kill yourself." Lorenzo had a bite that was relatable in a likable sense. Vittorio smirked. "You do it first."