It's After Dark.

Wrong Buttons.

And what was he? Only an embarassment. That they fuck... But can never accept.

Like a fool... Kong wants each of their treatment. And each gift after they break him... Kong wants their harsh touches... Because that makes him feel wanted. And less lonely. Makes him love... The both of them... Make him realise, he wanted and can't live without the both of them...

Especially one... But he knows that he loves his brother more than anything... So Kong simply did one thing and braced the feelings... He loved both their opposite nature anyways.

They made it clear when they made him read and sign the contract... That there won't be any feelings involved... But... Here he is...

Why does he always have to dream of the fairy tale love... Why didn't he know... That life isn't fairytale... Just why? Why did he fall in love with the flames of fire? Knowing... That he is just a moth...

Kong drew in shaky breathes as he gripped the phone in his hand and tossed it right at the screen.

Right at the hazel eyes with a scream of frustration and hurt. He felt abandoned again. Only this time, ten folds harsher.

"You promised..." Kong cried. Then broke in more painful cries. Dropping his head on his folded knees.

"You will always be our precious Bunny..."

"YOU PROMISED."

Arthit and Aiden started striding out of the event. Trying hard to keep tight smiles. Wanting to rip off the matching navy suits that they were wearing... Feeling filthy with those touches.

They worked hard for building the grandeur of their fashion label... But nothing prepared them for the consequences that came along. They hated charity events anyways... Charity should be done without announcing to the whole world.

Getting constantly hit on by models and others being one of them. While they have to endure it. Because they have a reputation to maintain.

So when they were cornered by the Miller sisters... They made sure not to make a scene... But they also made sure to inform their secretary to get them everything they needed to know about those vile creatures.

Arthit and Aiden were walking towards their parked car, one of their bodyguards just behind, while the other waited by the car.

Aiden looked furious as he stared at his phone and dialed the number for the fiftieth time. He always was impatient and wanted things done according to him... The belligerent one. The louder and restless...

So, when he looked at his older by three seconds brother. He knew, that he wasn't the only one that was clawing the walls.

Aiden stared at his brother's sideface, he can see the ticking temple and the pale face contouring dangerously. Not even hiding the dark rage that his brother must be feeling that moment. As they got inside the car.

Aiden and Arthit were poles apart. Arthit is calm, composed, strategic, and tactical. He barely speaks what he feels and makes sure that his actions made all the statements.

But Aiden knew, when it came to killing someone... Who will continue stabbing even after the person is dead.

The one who holds grudges with passion and makes sure to return it, ten folds harsher... But no one would know... Staring at the blank, calm face...

So now, that Aiden stared at Arthit's dark face... Contoured dangerously, not even trying to hide the emotions... Aiden knew, that Arthit was mad. He was furious...

And why won't he be? They've been trying to reach their Bunny for the last two hours... But his phone was out of reach... Or he simply refused to answer... Which never happened, after they trained him on how to be obedient...