Fated Encounter (BJYX Fanfic) - Completed

1: Nutcase

Thick dark curtains shielded a young man from the harsh rays of the outside world. It was already 10 in the morning yet it felt like it's still night time in his own world inside his bedroom. Cold, quiet and impregnable, just like him, or so to say, just like what everyone says he is.

He had barely reached his teenage years of 12, but fate had already battered his being a bit too much for this young age, molding him to build walls of defenses making him introverted, reclusive, and intricately disconnected from the world.

This young boy is named Wang Yibo, a phantom, a mystery, a boy with an unparalleled perfect visage yet devoid of any emotions.

"Yibo!" A voice echoed in his room as a familiar figure rushed to his side.

Yibo adjusted his sight from the sudden brightness from the door being opened, pupils constricting painfully as his eyes landed on the intruder.

It was his elder brother, Wang Haikuan, who is like a warm summer breeze. Everything in him is pure sunshine and gentleness. And he's the only person connecting Yibo to the realm of reality.

"Come, quick. I'd like you to meet a friend of mine." He eagerly spat, yanking Yibo from his static stiff posture of sitting like a glued mannequin on his study chair.

The two jades of the Wang household paved their way around the house hand in hand, one blindingly bright, the other like a lithe shadow in that huge mansion of pure white and elegance.

Staffs they'd passed by bowed their heads, some mesmerised, some nervous of the sight of the Second Young Master who graces their sight only once in a blue moon.

"The elder is perfection, the second born a defect."

"It's a pity such a beautiful boy was born special. I bet Mr.Wang will lose face to the world if they knew the notable conglomerate head has a special son!" one of the stewardesses remarked in fake compassion.

Haikuan squeezed his brother's hand, glancing at him with worry, "They knew nothing, Yibo. Don't mind their words."

Yibo squeezed his brother's hand back, humming a low, "Mn." which Haikuan barely sensed.

The elder's heart breaks more than anyone can imagine everytime someone mocks his younger brother. 'They don't know anything about him. They don't have the right to judge him.' He gritted his teeth and suppress the boiling anger bolting inside his guts, pulling Yibo to walk faster away from those contemptuous piercing gazes.

Yibo isn't entirely special. He isn't a nutcase like what they think he is. The few of their servants who had been with them since he was born can atest to that.

He was just like a normal boy before his mother left his father. He was like the other kids before his mother died, alone and sad in a far away hospital banned from seeing her own kids. He wasn't like this empty shell before he knew his father's disloyalty to his mother, before his father brought one woman after the other in that home which is supposed to be the palace for their Mom and their family alone.

He wasn't like this before. He wasn't.

But everything has to fall apart. Yibo's innocent heart at the age of seven was battered and shattered with noone to mend the pieces back together. No, not even his father cared about them. Nor was Haikuan himself was around to support his brother in despair as when he protested against his father's lifestyle, he was immediately sent away into a boarding school in Korea.

'And some filthy woman...how dare she laid her hands on...' Haikuan's thoughts came into a halt when Yibo pulled his sleeve gesturing him that he is crushing the younger's hand with too much force. Haikuan instantly released his hand, patting Yibo's head, smiling apologetically. He inwardly reprimanded himself, letting his feelings lose while remembering the past. A sore point which always breaks them both whenever remembered.