The Boy With The Sad Eyes

01.

(S/n) - Sister's name (A/N)

(C/n) - Cousin's name (A/N)

"I didn't ask for another clothes designer!" Yut Lung protested throwing his tea cup at the wall. He'd had his clothes designer for only about a week, but his maids and brothers could tell he hated them to the death. Yut Lung had to admit they made pretty good clothes and that was the only reason why they were still alive. "Master Yut Lung, we already got a new one." His maid answered worriedly trying to calm him down. Yut Lung sat down in his chair sluggishly and shouted, "Get out of my room!" Like an angry child.

"Yes sir!" Everyone answered quickly barging out of the room like wild animals. They knew what Yut Lung could do to them. "Who's the new clothes designer?" Yut Lung asked not very interested but hoping they weren't an annoying little bitch like the last one. "Her name is Y/n L/n, her clothes style is said to be very elegant much like your taste." The old woman smiled sweetly at Yut Lung. Yut Lung slightly turned to her and asked, "Can you please get me more tea?" The old woman nodded and went to prepare some tea while closing the door behind her.

"Y/n, what an atrocious name. But I'm sure I've heard 'L/n' somewhere before." Yut Lung scoffed trying not to think too much about it.

"Hey s/n, does the new customer talk a lot?" Y/n asked as she lay her head on top of her arms on a white countertop. "I heard he is unusually quiet. He doesn't talk much." Her older sister replied handing Y/n her bag. "Oh thanks for choosing him then." Y/n smiled taking it and putting the strap on her shoulder and around her body. "Oh I didn't choose him for you, he just reminded me of my ex." S/n laughed. "You bastard." Y/n grumbled. "So when does our ride arrive?" The girl asked waiting for her sister's reply.

After she didn't reply Y/n rolled her eyes. "Put too much of that make up on and you'll look like a clown." She scoffed watching S/n apply layers of concealer and mascara. "Be quiet I know what I'm doing." S/n grumbled applying red lipstick to her lips. Y/n got bored as the time passed and her sister was still not done. S/n, being the troublesome sibling she was, then turned to Y/n and put small blotches of her lipstick on Y/n's chubby cheeks and smudged it with her fingers until it looked good.

"Ew, that was on your crusty lips why did you do that?" Y/n questioned looking around and wanting to wipe it off. S/n put her lipstick cap back on to the stick and replied, "You have to look good. At least wear some make up." Y/n rolled her eyes and smirked, "I'm not as ugly as you S/n." "What did you say?!" Y/n's sister shouted as their cousin walked into the apartment. "I said, you're ugly." Y/n told her crossing her arms looking to her side uninterested.

"What did I walk into?" C/n asked looking at S/n. "Do I look pretty?" She asked C/n who puffed up his cheeks. "You look like John Wayne Gacy." "Will you stop comparing me to serial killers?!" S/n shouted shocked by her cousin's reply. He wasn't the type to say something like that. Y/n was now laughing hysterically. S/n bonked her head out of embarrassment. "Don't worry sis you're not as ugly as we say." Y/n smiled at her. "Aw thank you-" "You're worse than that." Y/n smirked running out the door laughing.

After getting in the car, Y/n sat near the window admiring the views of Los Angeles. The drive was pretty long and boring. To top it off, Y/n had played out all her playlists. "C/n do you have any songs I haven't heard yet?" The girl asked looking at him from the backseat. C/n laughed softly and replied, "We have different taste in music I doubt you'd like it."

Y/n smiled a bit and turned her head to look out the window. "S/n when are you going to tell me what happened to mom and dad?" She asked with the same smile still on her face. S/n stopped talking as C/n glanced at Y/n through the mirror on top of the car. After seeing Y/n calmly looking out the window, he turned to S/n who stared at her lap.

"I don't think you'll ever look at me the same way again if I told you." S/n replied in a low monotone voice. Something in her voice sounded like pain. Y/n heard it. A small cry. But why a cry? A cry for help? Y/n didn't know what her sister was hiding, but it was better if she didn't say anything about it.

"Maybe I won't look at you the same way. But that doesn't mean I'll hate you." Y/n replied with a small laugh following after. "How can you be so sure..?" S/n asked trembling at her words. "Because you're my sister. Even if we don't have mom and dad you took care of me. You don't have to tell me now. Tell me when you're ready to." Y/n said going back to her music.

C/n turned to Y/n slightly from the front seat. Making sure her earbuds were on, C/n turned back to the road and asked, "So, when are you going to tell her?" S/n only looked out the window watching as Y/n nodded to the music with the corner of her eye. "Do you really think she won't hate me?" S/n asked resting her head on her hand. "You know Y/n. She's not that type of person S/n. Besides she deserves to know." C/n assured her.

The rest of the car ride they sat silently while being able to hear Y/n's music. As they arrived at the spot Yut Lung's chauffer would pick them up, Y/n needed to go to the bathroom. "Hey, S/n I have to pee." Y/n admitted dancing around. S/n laughed softly. "Hey, can you wait a bit? She needs to use the restroom." S/n asked the chauffer. "Of course ma'am. But don't be too long now master doesn't like people being late." The chauffer smiled. Once he said that, Y/n flew like a mosquito towards the nearest bathroom.

"Hey S/n, Y/n left her luggage in the backseat can you get it for her?" C/n asked from inside his car. He had a job and was already late for taking them. The chauffer, was a sweet man. As S/n went to open the door, the chauffer said, "Please let me do it young lady." S/n moved out of the way and blinked surprised and a bit flushed.

The chauffer took the luggage out and loaded it into the limo. Y/n came back relieved and they were on their way. S/n was being talkative as usual as Y/n gazed out her window like normal. Chinatown wasn't so different from Los Angeles. Driving into the mansion, Y/n now had something to see. It was big and beautiful at the same time. The lawn was cut perfectly and there was a garden at the side. With flowers Y/n didn't know the name of, but still beautiful.

Once the limo stopped, Y/n jumped out of the car and grabbed her luggage. "Are you ready?" S/n asked as the chauffeur led them to the front doors with a fancy button so they could call. Pushing down and holding it, the chauffeur said, "Your guests are here sir." "Let them in." A beautiful voice said. "Is that really a man?" Y/n asked trying not to sound rude. The chauffer laughed while he led them to Yut Lung's room. Knocking on the huge door, the same voice was heard saying, "Come in." He sounded annoyed. Walking in S/n just stared while Y/n was surprised.

Yut Lung was beautiful. Long silky hair which dropped down to his hips, his clothes style and face. Everything complimented eachother perfectly. It was like seeing a goddess.

"Welcome back, slut." Yut Lung started. "Huh? Me?" Y/n asked pointing at herself. Yut Lung looked at her but focused more on S/n who was still shocked.

"S/n?" Y/n questioned looking at her. "No wonder why he reminded me of my ex." She started giving him a cold look.

Y/n didn't understand, she had a perplexed look on her face. Nonetheless she waited for her sister to continue.

"Y/n, this is my ex."