Boy in Love

Inspired by BTS - Boy in Luv. From the looks of it it might be pretty cliche.

I started way too much stories, so I have no guarantee if I will continue this.

Please enjoy anyway.

Red eyes darkened, hidden behind black tinted glasses. A snarl twisted a pair of moisturized lips, letting out a snort before it finally says 'Hey guys, What did he say again? Wait, No, don't reply for this useless piece of trash.'

The battered boy is left humiliated and broken on the floor, scrambling when it squatted down and grab a fistful of hair, pulling the boy closer. 'What did you say again? I want to hear it from your lips.'

The boy trembled and looked away, only for it to twist his hair even more, forcing the boy to look at it. The boy's bruised mouth opened and closed, trying to find some words to satisfy this thing in front of him. 'I.. I am sorry.'

'No no no, Xavier. That's not what I've heard.' it replied in a condescendingly and mocking tone. 'Now are we going to be truthful to me again, so can I hear what you have said?' it requested in a saccharine tone filled with danger.

'I.. I didn't mea-'

'That's not what I've heard. Xavier.' it said it's words slowly and carefully. As though cooing the boy to choose his next few words carefully, yet not giving him any chance to change any of the words he have spoken.

'I-'

'Do you know that repeating myself is something I hated to do? I would put that on the second of my hated list. Now why don't you tell me word for word, what. have. you. said... Xavier?' it smiled kindly.

The boy's swollen eyes is filled with tears and after a sniffle, he realise that there are simply no way out of his situation at all other than the one offered by this monster in front of him.

'It..' the poor boy stuttered unwillingly.

'Go on..' it whisper out its encouragement.

'It's eyes are disgusting.' the boy cried out.

'You got some nerve don't you? huh?' it asked. Using his other hand, its reddish pink eyes peek out above its sunglasses, looking at the frightened boy who tried to shun it. White, almost translucent eyelashes fluttered against the snow white skin, it leaned in closer and closer to the boy, until it's breath splashes against his tear stained skin. 'It's disgusting isn't it? It's gross isn't it? Do you know how sad they are when you called them 'it'. They have names too you know. Look, this pretty left one is called Emma, and this beautiful right is called Sophia. Do you know what this pair of eyes can do HUH? DO YOU?'

'N-No..' the boy bawled out, renewed fear reinvigorate his limp body and he tried to get away from this albino boy again. But the bully only reinforced its cruel grip.

'Emma and Sophia are blessings gifted from the Devil itself, and they will both burn you to hell.' it laughed out maniacally before throwing the boy's head onto the ground with a loud thud. Placing his dirty soles onto the side of the boy's cheek, it delight in grinding into his face. 'Let this fucking serve as a warning for your fucking ass. Never. ever. mess with me. Gilbert Beilschemidt and my beautiful girls.'

'Yes yes.' the boy sobbed out on the ground.

'Repeat after me: Gilbert is my King.'

'Gilbert is my King.'

'I will call King Gilbert's eyes by their names.'

'I will call Gilbert's eyes by their names.'

'You dare to eat the King away?' Gilbert warned, giving a few humiliating tap on the boy's head.

'I-I will call King Gilbert's eyes by their names.'

'Good.'

'I am lower than King Gilbert's eyes.'

'I am lower than King Gilbert's eyes.'

Giving a disparaging laugh, he twist and turn his sole onto the boy's face even more. Gilbert then gestured for one of his underlings with head to rummaged through this boy's belongings.

'Gilbert, I got his wallet.' one of his underling reached out and pass the victim's wallet over.

'Ohhh, look at this.' Gilbert scowled, using his forefinger and thumb to gingerly take the wallet. 'Look at this nasty taste. Ew.' he continued, rummaging through and take out a few hundred dollar bills. 'Guess these would be enough for my boys to wash their hands from touching you.'

Gilbert pass all the cash over to his underling and finally lifted his feet away from the boy's face. 'Now get the fuck away from Emma and Sophia.'

The boy immediately scrambled up and with his belongings barely even held tight, he ran off and disappear into a distance.

'Hey Boss, joining us?' one of the underlings walking beside Gilbert voiced out.

'Nah, your Boss, which is me still have fucking school to attend. Though its recess now, but well let's see. Maybe I'll meet you guys after school.' Gilbert shrugged.

'Alright Boss, see you later. Thanks for the treat.' the guy clicked his tongue. 'If you need any more help, I'll be there.'

'You better fucking be.'

Gilbert quickly tidied up his disarray attire and messy hair before strolling towards his school. The bell for lunch rung upon the very step he took when he go into the school building. 'Looks like I'm just in time for my favourite subject.'

He walk along the corridor looking around the classes bustling with students preparing to go for lunch. 'I wonder where is Ludwig. ' Deciding that waiting for his brother for lunch is too troublesome, he quickly strolled to the canteen. And despite the amount of people along the road taken to the canteen, Gilbert always have spaces to walk because no one wants to be anywhere near his vicinity.

Dressed in black and thick cotton sweatshirt, long black jeans and sneakers, the hood of the sweatshirt is always wrapped over his head full of white hair. Big, corrective sunglasses is always hung over his nose bridge, hiding the red coloured iris that seems to scare anyone away. Gilbert is known first thing for being scary and second thing scary. First scary are his looks, severe albinism have left Gilbert not only the need to be dressed fully covered up, but also a rare form of reddish eyes. The second scary came much later, all of a sudden, people who run their mouth off in front or behind Gilbert's back started turning up school with bruises and wounds. And that's when the bullied was finally left alone.

Tables in the canteens are all chock full of people, and when Gilbert sat down in a table with a single girl, that girl screamed, gathered her friends belonging and ran away.

'Crazy bitch.' he gave a snort of derision, shaking his head as he use his phone to message his brother. Using one of his legs to pull a chair closer and resting his feet on it, he acted just like a total hooligan that deter people from even asking to share his table.

Just then, out of the corner of his eyes, Gilbert noticed a figure that began settling down on a chair right across him. And turning his head up from the phone, what greeted him is a girl in spaghetti strap with long brown hair tied up into a neat bun.

'Oie, did I say you can sit here?' Gilbert barked out.

The girl look up from her food and frowned. 'The signs in the canteens said that the seats are supposed to be shared. Free seating Mister.'

'Do I look like I care about the signs?'

'Do I look like I care if you care?' the girl replied in annoyance, giving an internal rolling of eyes that she have to deal with a guy like this.

'Just because you're a girl doesn't mean I won't hit you. Now go the fuck away and I'll let this go.' Gilbert retorted with intimidation.

'Which part of free seating do you not understand?' the girl merely said, tucking into her food.

Gilbert turned away in disbelief. What is this girl invading privacy like this. My god. He turned back to the girl eating happily her food, and it irks him. Without giving much thought, he sweep her plate her food onto the ground, ruining it.

The hall went quiet and all heads turned to the commotion of the upturned plate. The girl looked at the plate of wasted food and for a moment, everyone including Gilbert thought she would cry and run away. But the girl continued to stare at her plate of spattered food on the ground.

'Get the fuck away.' Gilbert voiced again, standing up and take a few cocky step in front of the girl.

The girl looked up to him with burning eyes. Eyes that screamed bloody murder. And as swift as a passing wind, she clenched her fist and punch Gilbert across the face. The sudden and unexpected momentum knocked Gilbert's face to the side, and his sunglasses out. Gilbert looked back to her with his widened bloody eyes, but no fear was shown on the girl's face. She's enraged.

'Fucking hell.' she muttered, eyes widened in return and in disdain for his sin of wasting her food.

A tickle in his nostril dripped out as blood. Gilbert touches the top of his lips gingerly and knitted his brow in horror. This fucking girl done it, he thought. He look back at her.