Highschool AU!!

Beyond Control (10)

Second stormed in, the entrance of their grand home trembling under his heavy steps. The echo reverberated through the corridors, bouncing off of the semi-black windows. He was fuming at the memory of Victim's provocation, his grip on his backpack tightening to the point of doubt it would remain intact.

Distracted by his fury, eyes practically shooting sparks, he slammed the door open with such force that the once functional, silver colored handle broke off under his grip, leaving him holding the cold, inert piece in his palm and wincing as he knew fully well that he was going to get an earful about it later.

Ignoring the door now left unlocked, he chucked his backpack onto the floor, hard enough to make the picture frames on the wall rattle. He stomped into the kitchen, his hand still clenching the broken door handle and hoping for a glass of something clod to temper his heat.
Unfortunately, his older twin brothers, Dark and Chosen, were already in the kitchen.

Dark, who had been nonchalantly scrolling through his phone at the kitchen table, looked up with a mischievous grin, finally finding something more interesting to do. While Chosen, the more responsible twin, was humming and cooking lunch when he paused, noticing Second's presence.

"Damn it". Second muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched tight. He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to smooth the chaos that mirrored the turmoil in his mind.

He didn't expect them to be here.

He stalked towards the fridge, his anger a simmering volcano threatening to erupt. The fridge door seemed to mock him, its metal surface gleaming with an almost taunting glow. Hesitantly, Second reached out, his touch tentative then pushed the door open, wincing as the hinges creaked, a sound like a groan of protest.

"Oh, look who's finally home. And in a fabulous mood, I might add". Dark noted, his smirk betraying the amusement he found in Second's frustration. Second just ignored him, instead grabbed a juice box, the carton crinkling between his tightened fingers. Chosen, in the midst of cooking, looked back over his shoulders and gave Second a warm smile.

"Hey, bud. you're awfully quiet. Why are you so late? Did something happen?". He asked, his voice warm and concerned.

"I'm fine, Chosen, just took the long way home". However, in Second's head, what he wanted is to scream. Victim, Victim, Victim!! But the thought of his brothers going to beat Victim up, made him shut up. He then chugged the orange juice straight from the container, trying to drown out the memory of Victim's annoying words.

"Easy there, tiger! Didn't know we were serving lunch in the Sahara". Chosen chuckled, turning around from the stove where he was stirring something in a pot. And as if it wasn't enough, Dark decided to join the investigation too.

"Yeah, what's got your feathers ruffled, little brother?". He teased, making it hard for Second to keep a straight face without bursting out in anger. Second slammed the carton back onto the shelf, forcing a smile and mumbling,

"Nothing. Just tired". He lied, trying to play it off as nothing serious. Unfortunately for poor him, it was too obvious to see that he wasn't telling the truth, especially by these two. So, as a last solution, he quickly turned around and tried to walk back to his room, but Chosen, raising an eyebrow, stirred the spoon in his hand poised mid-air. Chosen had seen that look in their brother's eyes before, multiple times actually, and knew it wasn't due to being just tired.

"Hold on there. You think I'm going to fall for that? That's not a tiered scowl you're wearing, it's the 'Victim got under my skin AGAIN' scowl".

"I-It's not like that!". He felt a blush creep up his neck as he insisted, but his voice was a bit too high-pitched to sound convincing.