Little brother of Cold Alpha CEO

My brother's lover?

It had been 2 years since I realized I was reincarnated into an ABO universe. I didn't know if being born into a rich family that valued elitism helped me deal with the difficulty of having a second gender or made it worse. I would have to wait till the time comes to see if I would be treated as breeding stock. For now, I could taste the slight salt on my baby lips and took a sip of my apple juice. My crackers were in a neat little pile on the glass table. There was a small blue backpack with all my necessities placed gently on the long L- L-shaped couch behind me.

My nanny dropped me off at my older brother's 'house, at my mother's request. He was 26 yet was the talk of all business investors and potential contracts. Kind of an A-list celebrity. Personally, I wanted to say that my brother was mature but again I couldn't see how affected his ego was knowing his cold demeanor. It was hard to guess. I munched on a cracker, feeling the way it softly broke between my milk teeth before changing my bite to a nibble at the satisfaction of the feeling. When we both arrived inside the house, the TV was on and my nanny was very nonchalant about letting me just wander around. I didn't know what she was thinking when she left me but I assumed she saw the Audi and thought my brother was here.

I took a big drink of my apple juice, knowing that there was a slight mess of crumbs around me and that my hands were a little sticky. It wasn't what you expected a child who wore dress shirts and came from old money to look like. I kept sipping on the cup that my nose made little nasal noises. I was really thirsty. I didn't look when I grabbed another cracker and accidentally tumbled the cracker tower over. When I slowly finished the cracker I turned my attention to the pile and fixed it delicately. The TV was still playing, something about celebrities and affairs, scandals, yada yada. I could hear a slight movement from upstairs but ignored it to fix my cracker pile.

A thudding down the stairs steps soon followed after.

"I can't take this anymore you said you would promise me! Why is it always Yan Zedong?!"

I turned my head slowly causing my cracker pile to slide down again but my attention was on the fine-looking man. He looked to be in his early twenties and had strawberry-blonde hair of the sort. It was créme colored, I couldn't explain. His face was austere in a way it wasn't overstimulating to look at. His skin was clear and smooth white and his eyes were clean. He didn't seem to notice my tiny form kneeling at the glass coffee table. The couch was in the way. I looked up to see my older brother, Jin Tian, standing imperiously at the top of the staircase all his focus was on the pretty man.

"It was a business meeting," Jin Tian came down the stairs, "how many times do I have to say this."

He was closing the distance and it was creating tension with the way their gazes pierced each other. One wanting love and the other arrogant.

I turned around not sure what to say or if I wanted to say anything. I touched the end of the sliding pile of ridged crackers, grabbing one in my hand before taking sips on my juice. I turned back around and saw the way my older brother held the other in his grasp. I rolled my eyes.

"No, let go," the pretty man said.

I could almost describe it as coquettish but I knew the way one's tone could change without meaning to. The pretty man struggled to break free and my brother's fingers found their way to the pretty man's face. He was pinching the other man's chin, with the way the pretty man's face scrunched up I could guess how painful it was. I didn't know these people enough to know if I was interrupting something good or bad. They were both staring passionately at each other but the shorter man still carried an air of hesitance. I wonder how many times this had happened or how normal their fights were. I think I would've known if my older brother was dating someone.

Then it hit me as they were about to kiss. Paired with my realization, I sat the cup down not so quietly on the glass coffee table. It wasn't on purpose, my mobility as a child wasn't the best. The sound broke the intense atmosphere. I munched on my cracker out of nervousness, my munching resounding through the living room.

The first one to look over without moving their head was the younger and prettier man, his auburn eyes widening in surprise at my presence before my brother looked over too. The strength from his pinching hands had slightly left, allowing the caged man to move their head to get a better view of me. The couch was only slightly taller than me but I could understand with the way their minds were occupied how they overlooked me. I continued to munch on my snack.

Of course, I was in an ABO world, but not just any. My realization made me think I was in a work of fiction, meaning a predetermined set of rules and actual fate. It was a narration of life. I was only halfway with my cracker when I realized they had both looked at me, I set it down with my pudgy five-year-old hand.

"Hi, gēge," I waved my sticky hand at them.