Pᴀʀᴀᴅᴏxɪᴄᴀʟ (sanzu×rindo)

Chapter 4: Claim That Man

"For say, the one you could've spent the night with,....could be me."

Confusion was evident in the lilac hues of the younger, yet the older was not fazed—not one bit. A casual, slightly affirmative smirk rested on those lips of his, hinting no agreement or disagreement with his statement.

"What do you mean?"

The question left the swollen and now slightly chapped lips of the younger Haitani brother, having not expected that answer. Ran's thumb lightly brushed on Rindo's lower lip, like a feather dusting against his skin before he pressed slightly on it.

"Come on, Rindo, you're not dumb...." Ran's words trailed off, a distinctive hint of mischievousness mixed in his tone. ".....you know exactly what I'm talking about." he continued, and his boldness made the younger rethink of all he knew.

The tension in the room was heavy—an undeniable layer of suspense layered on it, parted with its agonising feel. And given the atmosphere, the younger Haitani brother could feel his heart rate pick up briefly, spiking up to an immeasurable pace.

Seeing the daze his younger brother was in, Ran's other hand slid into the unbuttoned white blouse his brother wore, running his fingers softly across the slight jut of his spine.

Rindo's breath paused, slight pink dusting his cheeks as he looked down, denying eye contact with his brother. His hands reached up to Ran's chest, hands clenching up as he squeezed the fabric in between his fingers.

A sudden knock however, interrupted the sky-high tension.

Rindo pushed his brother slightly aside as he looked towards the door. The door was somehow slightly ajar, and he could see the sight of a mop of pink locks.

"There's a meeting later, at one, at the dining table." he spoke, not even waiting for a moment before he walked away to the next room. Rindo could hear the slight bitterness in his tone, yet he didn't think much of it, assuming that Sanzu hadn't taken much drugs today yet to keep himself in his usual insane, yet sane mood.

Yet as Sanzu turned away from the door, Rindo's lilac eyes widened when he descried of something suspicious. As Sanzu had turned away, his pink locks blew in the wind, flashing a short glimpse of his skin on his neck. Yet on his fair neck, it was decorated with some red and pink crescents—a definite nail clawing mark.

And for Bonten's number 2 to get that mark? It was nearly impossible for him to have gotten those marks from a fight, given his brutality, well unless it was given by Mikey, which was merely unfeasible.

Yet his train of thoughts were cut off when his brother removed his hands from him, walking away towards the door, where Rindo's lilac eyes were stationed at.

Sighing softly, the older Haitani brother equivoated, "Hurry up and get dressed, Rindo. If you want a hint as to who you had spent the night with, you can just ask around." and with that, he left the room, leaving the purple haired male in a state of incertitude and wariness.
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The sound of high heels coming in contact with the marble floors sounded as the purple haired male ran after a black haired male.

"Kakucho!"

The said man paused in his step, turning around as he met the sight of the younger Haitani brother. His heterochromatic eyes immediately fixated onto the hickies decorating the slim neck of the male.

"What is it." he asked, his tone flat yet with a slight unnoticeable hint of concern.

"Um....did you bring me back last night?"