Nian's hopped into his luxurious obsidian coloured car that gleamed in the sunlight. His car speeded through the busy streets, he turned sharply and perfectly at each corner. He put a pair of black shades on as he weaved his way through the road, avoiding each car swiftly.
Gazing straight ahead, only half-aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of the car, Nian's hands stroke the steering wheel, the almost soundless changing of the gears, the pattern of traffic lights. This all happened to him in a blink of an eye. Nian soon reached his destination.
His secretary opened Nian's car door allowing him to step out. Taking off his shades he ran a hand through his silky black hair. Many females employees blushed, they had hearts in their eyes and couldn't help but drool over him. But they knew he was unattainable, they could only dream.
He had tousled dark black hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep ruby red, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face.
His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. His strong hands, slightly rough from working. When he smiled it was etched into you heart His body was warm and toned. His voice was deep and vevelty, with an serious tone. People described him as a man with godly appearances. He was the ideal man for women.
But he put on a stoic and cold expression. Women liked him nonetheless, he was like a magnet. They thought he was cool and mysterious. A trait that many like but not practical. What if you were introduce them to friends, would it not be awkward.
Little did they know was that Nian is actually extremely kind and attentive. But his father taught him to be ruthless and merciless. Show little emotion so you used. Love was not something that existed in his dictionary. People only use others for their own benefit. This was all told to him at a young age. If he disagreed to what was said a beating was coming his way.
One tentacle of power is the insulation from risk, one becomes unaccustomed to safety and comfort, then as a child who has not felt the cold in a long time, the temptation grows to do anything to keep the self safe. Yet love is the opposite, the willingness to sacrifice, to walk out into the cold if that is what is necessary.
So beware of the insulating, the comfort that is shackles as privilege yet heaven when it is a universal high standard for all. Nian always found this confusing since a young age until now. Love contradicts itself and how humans are. Love seemed only to bring trouble but also happiness. It was all confusing for the genius.
This was the only thing he could never truly grasp. For someone like himself to not understand it did frustrate him time to time but if one truly wanted to know what it meant that would have to fall in love.
Nian wasn't willing to do that. The CEO was in the elevator and soon arrived at the top floor. The elevator made a noise indication he had arrived before the door automatically opened.
A sigh escapes Nian's lips, walking into his office then plopping himself on his black leather chair. The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight.
In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf.
Nian rubs his temples as he starts doing some paperwork before his meeting. The room was a mess, though they did have a cleaner they only once every week as Nian didn't like being disturbed. The sound of the pen scratching on the paper resounded through the empty room. It almost seemed lonely even though the sun was shining into his room.There was much work to be done and such little time.
The day went fairly quick for Nian. As he walked out the building a female wearing a skimpy outfit pushed her body against the attractive male. Cleavage showing, butt was out, and lips were moist. Many would find her enticing but not Nian. Nothing worked on him, this is why many say he is unattainable.
The women looked up with lustful eyes as she moistens her lips wuth her tongue. Eye lashes fluttering seductively. A faint blush dusted on her soft cheeks. A pout was worn on her face as she tried to look innocent and harmless.
Nian remain unphased as he was already used to this. He gently pushed her off him as too not hurt her. The name of the women in front of him was Lia Lee. It so happened that Nian's brother seemed to be attracted to her. This annoying women was extremely clingy and needy. Always whining and complaining.
In the distant Nian saw Lang storming towards them like a truck, he was fuming. Lang gritted his teeth as he glared at his younger brother. A tight lipped smile formed on Nian's face. 'Why must we fight yet again elder brother?' the black haired male thought.
A fist was thrown at Nian who easily evaded it. The fight escalated quickly, to the point Lang pulled out a knife. Lang held the knife, twisting it in the daylight as if it could slice up the sun-rays, his expression exaggerated by the dark shadows around his eyes. Though rust had set in on the handle and blade it was strong and jagged - more than enough. He charged towards the frowning male. Lia stupidly jumped into the fight as the knife was about to hit Nian.
Luckily he had quick reflexes and took the blow instead. Crimson blood splattered everywhere. It seems Lang finally realised what he had done. His coat was stained with blood and gashed in several places; driven into his chest by a downward blow. It looked like a crime scene, which it was.
Lang seemed to have come to his senses, realising what he had just done. The male was sos blinded by hatred and jealousy that he didn't think about the consequences. Lang dropped the bloody knife in his hand that was dripping with the blood of his dear brother. He stood there petrified, Nian limped towards his eldest brother.
Engulfing him in a hug. How he wished that he could do this for such a long time. Nian would always look at others with envy at a young age, he could finally get the hug he yearned for. That was all he hoped for.
The ambulance wouldn't make it in time, he knew that so that's why he dare hug his older brother. Brotherly love is what he wanted for a long time. You could never find a true replacement for that.
Nian whispered into Lang's ears with his remaining strength "I love you, never forget that. I forgive you for everything. Don't live a life filled with guilt. I know you hate me but I hope you can put everything behind you."
Then he thought bitterly,
'Being gay is more convenient then being straight. Women can be a headache men flock too. In my next life I'll be a straight as a bendable ruler'
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The handsome males grip on the gangster like male loosened and he crashed to the floor. Lang was too shocked for words but snapped back to reality. There lay his brother that was willing to forgive him for everything. The one person who truly love and believed in him. He had killed him with his tainted hands. He didn't deserve such a kind younger brother.
Lang bent down with a tearful face. He began shaking his brother's body, he didn't even say he loved him back. He began muttering "How can I have no regrets." But it soon turned to shouting. A heavy weight was left in his heart, how can there be no regrets.
He cried until there was nothing left inside but a raw emptiness that nibbles at his insides like a hungry rat. His irises were threaded scarlet and his eyeballs hung heavy in their sockets. His whole body hung limp like each limb weighed twice as much as it had before and just moving it about was a slow, painful effort.
The sun still shone in the sky, but not for him, the birds sung in bursts of melody, but not for him, for him there was no beauty left in the world. What point was there in living. He could only blame himself. It was all because of him that Nian had died.
Lang stared at the still warm body that was losing it's warmth. Slowly cooling leaving a chilling effect in his heart. Lang lowered his head kissing the soft rosy lips of his brother. A secret of Nian's older brother is that he actually loves him no sibling love but the other kind. It's incense but he can't help but falling for his adorable brother, he has a brother complex. But Lang kept this all to himself.
He was extremely jealous of the women around him to the point he wanted to strangle them to death. But what if his brother found out he would die. It wasn't fair that he would never be able to date his brother. The love of his younger brother should belong solely to him. He didn't care about the inheritance of his late father.
He read in a book that if you acted like a cool kid you would get attention. It was correct but not the way Lang wanted. So after that he drank away his sorrows and ended up putting his poor brother into a coma. Deciding he would cause trouble he left giving Nian the cold shoulder.
Lang only attacked him to get him away from that pesky women and attract his attention not actually kill him. He didn't expect for the stupid women to jump in and Nian to save her life. But it didn't go as plan and he killed his most loved one himself.
Through all his life he gave his cute brother a hard time because of jealousy. Where did it lead him? To the death of his brother. There was no point in living. The guilt would eat him away for the rest of his life if he didn't make amends.
If there is a next life Lang Zhen vowed that he would love his brother unconditionally and properly. Spoil and most of all love him with all his heart. He would also confess his love that was buried deep in his heart. It had started from admiration but grew to love.
With that said Lang followed suit of his brother, plunging the same blade that was used to kill his beloved into his own heart. A true smile appeared on his face. A peaceful smile was worn on both blood brothers even though it was chaotic around them.