THE PERFECT TWIN

Chapter 30: Pain

*Slight NSFW-trigger warning: non-con, mild description of violence. If these themes may be disturbing to you, you may choose to skip I will provide summary in the next chapter. Sorry this is slightly delayed it was supposed to publish this together with the last one but Wattpad erased 400words of my edit... so I had to revisit and retype based on memory... *sighh...

Chapter 30: pain

Wangji who was recovering from the punch grabbed the key card and spat out a thin strand of blood from his cut lips then slowly got up clutching his stomach. The bastard's punch was a good one. It was strong enough to make him feel dizzy and almost throw up all the contents of his stomach.

He entered back into the bar through the glass partition. The bar was quiet at this time and people made way for him, all standing on the side bewildered at the two twin brothers with the exact same movie star good looks getting physical with one another. The sight was a rare visual treat.

At that moment, he had been secretly hoping he was the one who would be there instead of Yibo. But then when he saw his brother, he thought that the one Xiaozhan wanted was him, Wangji suddenly felt that if Yibo would go, Xiaozhan would be happier and at that moment he felt that he was willing to let him go- for Xiaozhan's happiness. But then Yibo was so cold and devoid of emotions when he spoke about Xiaozhan... How dare he treat his precious Xiaozhan that way? How dare he treat him, who was so precious to Wangji that way?? Whatever gave him the rights? his thoughts had wandered to Xiaozhan's dazed expression, loneliness, emptiness that he himsef could not fill and was suddenly overcome with so much rage. Yibo was a bastard!! He was his own closest kin but then he was a bastard. That punch was well deserved. Even though he was angry, there was still a trace of guilt. Yibo was after all his only closest kin left.

Wangji's mood was complicated. He could not recall how he managed to get to that room. But when he was right in front of the door. He hestitated. He was suddenly over come with a feeling of guilt. How come it felt like he was taking his brother's position. What if Xiaozhan was disappointed that the one who came was not his brother? He was suddenly fearful that Xiaozhan would reject him. Wangji chuckled sadly to himself. When did he become so fragile? He hestitated until he heard that faint ambiguous noise behind the door- that made his heart almost stop breathing

Many years later, Wangji would recall that day where he truly lost himself. That day, when he opened that room, the scene inside had driven him mad enough he almost wrecked the room to total demolition.

That other guy who was only half dressed had been beaten to a pulp and shoved outside, and the door slammed behind him.

He knew what type of place this was, but his knowledge had not prepared him for this. This dirty place... This filthy place that had been used for filthy things.... This filthy place that he never once thought he would visit his whole life. He did that day. The lighting was dim and the room smelled damp and the rotten scent of sex permeated the air. Its striking red walls were lined with sex toys, cuffs, whips and pelts of various types.

It should not come as a surprise for this hotel was a famous love hotel that had many themed rooms. Through the dark and red backdrop, the metal rack stood out in the center. Poles were attached from floor to ceiling and there were hooks to place handcuffs or ropes in. Xiaozhan had his hands tied on each side of the metal rack and he had knelt on the ground, without a shred of clothing covering his skin. The once pale smooth skin had been bruised and covered in red welt marks all around.

Xiaozhan's bottomless eyes had been locked on Wangji who, for the very first time in front of him, had lost his composure. In these past few days, he had been soberZ He hadn't taken drugs nor drunk himself to oblivion, he had felt them all..  agony, sadness, pain, pleasure, desperation, all to forget the existence of that particular person. And Wangji had to barge in with that same face to remind him of reality, to show him how low he had sunk.