First Crush

Eiran glanced around picking up his spoon and noticed Knight being confessed once more.

It must be annoying to be confessed like that. Eiran started eating while he watched Knight walking away as before. He still listens to them until the end.

From the first day at the school Knight became the centre of his attention. He was always stealing glances of him and strangely at times Knight would be already looking at him. And sometimes Eiran felt him gazing at Eiran but the moment Eiran would look at him he quickly averted his gaze.

Eiran would sit down on the stairs and watch boys playing tennis. The reason was no one else but Knight.

He never talks to anyone but when he is playing sports he feels like a real extrovert. Eiran’s eyes were fixed at him.

His long hair was waved with swift motions, sweat dripped from his face and his shirt stuck to his refined muscles. Eiran’s heart started thumping hard and he stood up quickly walking away.

He stepped into home, “I am home.”

He greeted the empty house. That was also the reason he did not want to come home earlier and watched Knight play before heading home.

All he did at home was to watch cartoons and animations and his room had traces of them. Figurines and posters on his walls reflected his interest. Except the dreamcatcher at the door that looked out of place in the room.

He settled down at his table after taking a shower. Knight’s hair swinging in the air came to his mind and his heart started pounding once again.

He looked at the mirror in front of him. “Shit! I’m all red.”

Do I look like this in school too? He thought, placing his hands at his cheeks. But again he doesn’t even pay attention to others.

He leaned back. “But how could he get confessed two to three times every day.” He shuffled. “I mean I get confessed too but not like that. His admirers from other schools are always waiting outside the school.”

They already know he will not accept it then why don’t they give up? He was genuinely confused.

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Knight entered his house and noticed his father sitting at the Sofa.

“Greetings father,” he greeted before walking upstairs.

He noticed his brother Bright climbing out of the basement stairs covered in blood. Their eyes met and Knight gulped before quickly going upstairs. He closed the door behind him and shut his eyes taking uneven breaths.

Did brother do a mistake? He settled on the edge of his bed. His hands were trembling. “What job did father give him?”

Victor wasn’t their biological father. He adopted two sons to take over the gang in future. Neither were two brothers biologically related.

Victor took over his father’s gang Likvidators after his death.

Knight turned to look at the picture on the wall. Bright was giving Knight a backhug holding flowers that he received on his graduation. Bright had a full smile that was wiped off his face in a few hours. Everything rushed through Knight’s head.

FLASHBACK

“Wow it came out really well you are looking so handsome brother,” ten years old Knight smiled warmly holding the picture they just took on Bright’s middle school graduation.

Bright ruffled Knight’s hair. “Let’s go or else we will be late.”

Victor had made some rules and he warned them if they break any they will be punished. Up until now they never broke any rules. One of those rules were to get home at time.

They had witnessed Victor coming out of the basement stained with blood. The gang members always dragged people to the basement only to get out of there severely injured or disappearing completely. But they had an idea to some extent that the heavy bags coming out of the basement were nothing else but human remains although they never witnessed anything. They never dared to go against the rules.

Knight had been glancing at the kids eating ice cream for a while now.

“Wanna eat ice cream?” Bright stopped walking and took out his wallet. “Here, buy one.”

“But we will get late, there is still a line.” Knight looked up at him who was taller than him.

“It’s okay, let’s run home after that.”

“Okay then I will try to come quick.” Knight ran across the street to buy an ice cream.

He had no choice but to quickly chug down the freezing ice cream before they sprinted to the house. When they entered the house they were completely out of breath. They looked at each other and giggled but their smiles vanished at the sight of Victor who was sitting in the living room on the sofa.

“You are seventeen minutes late,” Victor voice was cold.

“Greetings father.” Both of them bowed and bright stole a glance at the watch on the wall.

“Since you broke the rule, you must get punished.” Victor lit his cigar. “Now tell me who made the mistake?”

Bright held onto Knight’s hand slightly moving forward and hiding him behind. “It’s my fault.”

Victor smirked. “Alright. Both of you, come to the basement.”