[YiZhan OS] VIOLENCE 暴力 (Translated by C.R)

[f] Use of force to achieve an end

Translation published on
May 31st, 2021.

Written by Noisyzomi

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Translated by Cast Rubra

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Wang Yibo could be too childish sometimes, but that was the way Xiao Zhan loved him. Being a little mass of tenderness that demanded cuddles every second and to fill his face with little kisses while whispering loving words to his ear. A complex spoiled brat, but his spoiled brat.

Xiao Zhan was, on the other hand, somewhat more mature, but just as spoiled. He too loved getting lots of little kisses all over his face while being hugged by Yibo like a koala. He loved to feel the younger one's body warmth surrounding him. It was pleasurable and made him feel replete with love.

Yibo's attention was always on his boyfriend, he hardly got lost in his thoughts having him in front of him. He couldn't wander if his eyes were focused on the beautiful figure of the one he loved, there was nothing he wanted to pay more attention to than him.

It had been that way for ten years before, when they began their relationship after a simple mutual declaration, nothing out of what could be considered common. Just an 'I like you' from Wang Yibo that was answered with an 'I like you too' from Xiao Zhan, followed by hugs, sparkling looks and a long, long kiss that ended with a sigh from each other and huge smiles that nothing was going to erase.

Yibo's attention was always on his boyfriend, he hardly got lost in his thoughts with him in front of him. However, from time to time it would happen; he would get lost inside his memories and thoughts without being able to help it. There were things that simply brought images into his head that he couldn't shake off just by blinking.

On this occasion, he and Zhan were having dinner at a large and elegant restaurant on the outskirts of the city to commemorate their anniversary. It was nothing unusual, they usually did it if they had time and money, but this time they would be staying overnight at a local hotel so neither of them had to drive and, could therefore, afford to drink a little.

After finishing dessert, the waiter poured some wine for each of them. Under the dim light of the interior lanterns, next to a large window that showed the night city and the immense moon decorating the sky, there was a strangely romantic and special atmosphere.

Xiao Zhan beamed a big smile at Yibo before gently rocking his glass back and forth. At that moment Wang Yibo lost himself in his memories as he rarely used to do.

The red liquid slid down the glass hypnotically, leaving—what his boyfriend would call—tears in it. These were not burgundy like wine, rather they were transparent and looked like oil. He knew nothing about that alcoholic beverage. Actually, to him, it only looked like blood; not the kind that gushes out as soon as the skin is opened, but the kind that has been out for a while and is beginning to dry. Or the kind that dripped from the mouth after getting an internal wound.

It looked like blood, just like the blood he once saw oozing from his dying mother on the kitchen floor.

He blinked once without taking his eyes off the cup. Zhan was saying something about food, but he wasn't listening. In the back of his mind, Yibo had just returned to being eleven years old and living with his parents. By then, the orphanage where he met Xiao Zhan was not yet part of his memories, it was still about his future. A very near one. For the moment, he still had his parents. (A second later, he only had one of them).

The knife entered his mother's abdomen once followed by a scream that Yibo was sure had torn the woman's throat. An instant later, the knife came out bathed in crimson red and a pinch of the ink jumped onto his father's cheek. The same thing was repeated once, twice, four, six more times. Faster and faster.