Forever Ours (Yandere Male Twins x Male Reader) · Completed

Two

| Warning | This chapter depicts an abusive scenario. Please read with caution.

The more (Y/n) stared at those two guys he met earlier, the more familiar they felt to him. Who were they though?. . . Their names were Toshizou and Yuu. He unexpectedly found that he wanted to get to know more about them. He spun the ballpoint pen that he had in his hand.

(Y/n) was surprised to find that the lesson that they were currently learning. . . He already knew all of the information. It was probably due to the fact that Riku forced him to get up at 4am in the mornings on the weekends and holidays and do work until 8pm in the evening.

With a sigh, (Y/n) looked down at his bandaged arm. Just staring at his injury brought back the memories of how the incident had occurred.

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(Y/n)'s eyes kept drooping. He forced them open every single time they closed. He had to stay awake. Who knew what Riku would do to him if he found him asleep at the dining hall table. With a frown, (Y/n) doodled on the page of his workbook instead of doing actual work.

Riku was despicable. He made him get up so early in the morning to do this damned useless work. The white-haired male threatened him of what he'd do to him if he found him doing anything but work. (Y/n)'s fingers trembled as he remembered his older brother's latest threat. He gritted his teeth and held his pencil tightly. He glared at the empty page in front of him.

Furiously, he scrawled down a messy message: I HATE RIKU! SUCH A FUCKING DICK. I WISH HE WAS DEAD INSTEAD OF MUM AND DAD. (Y/n) let out a frustrated sigh, raking his fingers through his tousled hair.

Sometimes, he wondered whether he would be better off dead. It would definitely beat living with Riku who abused him every single day of his life. Why was he given such an evil brother? (Y/n) was glaring holes into the page and at the words. He was so distracted that he failed to notice that Riku was standing behind him.

Riku tweaked his earring as he observed what (Y/n) wrote about him. (Y/n) was brought to the attention of his brother's presence when he felt a hand clamp down onto his shoulder. (Y/n) gulped. He hoped that Riku hadn't seen what he'd written. But who couldn't when it was written that huge on the page, in capitals?. . .

(Y/n) grunted as he was forcefully pulled back from his chair. He grimaced as he heard the loud crash of the chair as it was sent flying to the ground. (Y/n) struggled as his brother effortlessly dragged him over to the kitchen. (Y/n) furiously shook his head as he tried to get out of Riku's hold.

"Riku, Riku, please don't hurt me!" (Y/n) pleaded, clapping his hands together as if he were initiating a prayer. (Y/n)'s desperate expression was met with his older brother's dark, angry eyes. The young male was roughly tossed to the floor. Riku planted a foot on the centre of (Y/n)'s chest. (Y/n) let out a breathless, surprised gasp.

"Riku. . ." He whimpered. Riku was deathly silent. What's he going to do to me?. . . Why did he drag me all the way to the kitchen? (Y/n) was filled to the brim with fear of the unknown. Riku always found new ways to torture him. He was terrified.

With a soft hum, Riku lifted the pot that was on the stove. His eyes were taunting as he spoke.

"It's unfortunate that we have to waste such good food. . . But writing such things just won't do." He hissed. (Y/n)'s eyes widened. Surely, he's not going to- (Y/n) was wrong to think that his brother wouldn't go this far.

With a smirk, Riku knelt down and clasped (Y/n)'s right wrist. (Y/n) was pinned under his foot and couldn't escape him. (Y/n) begged loudly not to be hurt but Riku ignored his pleas. He extended (Y/n)'s arm.