22 | Total Mess

Blue was inside his room, sitting on his working table with his laptop in front of him. This time, the screen was not displaying a blank page. The laptop screen was full of words as Blue kept on typing and typing.

He wasn't typing his novel though. He was typing the outline of it. Unlike when he wrote 'How to be a Perfect Omega' without an outline or a specific plot and word count in mind, this time, Blue had decided to take the pains of planning every single step of this book.

This was because the plot was very delicate. If he lost sight of what he was writing along the way, the entirety storyline would collapse. So he had to write in detail every single thing about the plot.

But how was Blue able to do this without knowing the exact personality he wanted the main character to portray? The answer was easy. He cut off the parts of the main character and was writing about every other thing apart from him.

Weird, huh?

Blue wrote for hours before he ran out of inspiration. And by this time, the sun was already down to be replaced by the moon.

Blue lazily got up from his chair and yawned without covering his mouth, then stretched all his muscles. Just then, his stomach rumbled and he remembered that he hadn't eaten all day.

And around his room, he caught a sniff of vanilla. Blue's expression darkened. He had been too careless, busy with writing all day. Tsk.

There was a frown on Blue's face as he walked over to his dressing mirror, then opened the bottom drawer to pull out a small container. Blue poured five to seven pills into his hand and popped them to his mouth.

He downed the suppressants with water and walked out of his room. One thing that Blue couldn't stand was the scent of his own pheromones. Nothing annoyed him or turned him off more than the scent of vanilla seasoned with a hint of honey wafting around his nostrils.

Blue went to his kitchen to make something but after checking the fridge and cupboards, he realized that he had nothing to eat.

"Fuck. This is so annoying." Blue said to no one but himself.

Finding something to eat was the biggest problem people who lived alone faced. And this was a recurring problem to people like Blue who didn't pay attention to their own selves.

Blue found his phone and decided to order food in, but a knock on his door stopped him from putting the call through.

Without thinking, Blue walked over to the front door and swung it open. Upon seeing the face of the person on the other side of the door, Blue reflexively shut the door back.

However, the person had stuck their foot out, stopping the door from closing completely. An almost-giant man wearing a dark blue suit stepped into Blue's flat with a chilling air wrapped around him.

"You haven't seen your brother in months and the first thing you do is shut the door on his face when you finally see him?"

Atlas had a very deep and mellow voice that sounded pleasing to the ears. For Blue, Atlas's voice always irked him and sent irritated shivers down his spine.

"I didn't invite you in. Leave." Blue spoke with a bold tone.

Atlas ignored his younger brother's words and moved past him, walking deeper into the flat. Standing in the middle of the flat, it seemed very small.

This was because Atlas was a six-foot-three man with broad shoulders and thick muscles who made everyone around him appear smaller.

"This place is a total mess." Atlas ignored Blue's words once again as his eyes scrutinized every inch of the living room with his lips drawn to a sneer.

Blue's place was not the neatest, but it wasn't a 'total mess'.

"Mind your business." Blue said in his defense, moving to pack up the things that looked out of place and throw them behind one of the chairs.

Atlas shook his head as he watched Blue do this. The kid was still the same in his eyes. It was a little bit endearing.

"What are you doing here? I thought I told your loyal dog to tell you and the old man to never contact me again." Blue said, after hiding his 'messes' without shame, with his hands planted on his waist.

"Stop that. We're family." Atlas said.

Blue scoffed and said, "I am definitely not a part of that 'we' and 'family' you speak of."

"Tch. I don't have time to go back and forth with you. Father wanted me to bring you to the house tonight so that we can all have dinner together." Atlas said, ironing down one side of his suit with his hand.

Blue's lips tugged up in irritation.

"Dinner? Ha! You came all the way here to invite me to something that I won't even attend." Blue chuckled in amusement.

"He has something important to tell us… all of us. Even though you keep acting like you have nothing to do with the Kent family—"

"It's not an act." Blue interjected.

"—You're still one of us. And you still have duties to fulfill as a son." Atlas continued speaking.

"I don't care about the Kent family or my supposed 'duties' towards it. So you can take whatever information the old man wants to use to guilt trip me into doing something for him and get out of my house." Blue fumed with rage as he spoke.

Atlas did not budge from the spot he was standing.

"You see, I said Father wanted me to bring you to the house. I never said he wanted me to ask you to come to the house." Atlas clarified.

All the blood drained from Blue's face as Atlas said those words.

"What are you going to do?" Blue said.

His voice lacked arrogance and boldness. Though he did not stutter or show through his words that he was afraid, his entire body language exposed his inner feelings.

"Nothing. That is if you come with me quietly." Atlas spoke with a perfunctory smile on his lips.

One would think that he was threatening a person owing him a large sum of money. But he was only inviting his younger brother to dinner. The situation of the Kent family was really too complex.

Blue didn't say anything for a while. This was because there was nothing for him to say. Everything had already been decided for him. He could only grit his teeth and do what was expected of him with inner spite.

Author has something to say: Happy New Year, everyone.❤️❤️