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“Look at him,” he lovingly gazes, his voice soft and subtle. “I would die for him. I would kill for him. Either way- what bliss.”
His dearest opens his eyes a mere second later.
“Unhappy, darling?” he asks.
“Oh yes. Yes completely,” he replies passionately.
Daeyeol takes Sungyun in his arms as he languidly drapes himself across his chest, he is caught in a sudden shaft of sunlight. He squints and hisses.
“Daeyeol. The sun. Il me perce comme un poignard.”
“Yun… That was French!” Daeyeol was wildly aroused by the shift of language.
“Oui.”
He kisses his way up to his neck. Then, suddenly bursting with enthusiasm, leaps from the bed, drawing the saber on his beside from its sheath and brandishing it at the offending beam.
“En garde monsieur sole!” He thrusts and parries, pantomiming a duel with the shaft of light.
“Thank you, my dear,” Sungyun praises. “Let’s head downstairs for breakfast with the children, shall we?”
ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
The echo of a knock resonates throughout the mansion. A teenager opens the door but there wasn’t anybody there. He looks left and right but no sign of anybody. He shrugs it off until there was a body hanging off his shoulders.
“What’s up Jangjun,” the voice beamed.
“Oh, Youngtaek. Come in,” Jangjun invites him in dryly. “What are you doing here early? Bomin’s birthday doesn’t start until tonight.”
“I know but I wanted to hang out with you and Seungmin.”
“We’re going to the attic after breakfast to play around with the torture devices papa and mama have in store. Do you want to join us?”
“Of course! Have you tried water torture yet? My older sister use to do that with me when I was a child. It was fun.”
“No, but…it sounds Interesting. We should try it.”
ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
“Jaehyun, Donghyun, Joochan,” Sungyun calls. “It’s time for breakfast.”
“Morning mama,” Donghyun, the middle triplet, greets. He stumbles out of bed and hugs his mother.
“Mama can go back downstairs. I’ll wake Joochan and Jaehyun up,” Donghyun says.
“Thank you, baby, but please, don’t use Ivy to wake them, okay?”
“But they’re difficult to wake up without Ivy,” the boy pouts.
“I said no,” Sungyun maintains his stance. “Now, wake them up while I greet Bomin. He’s probably in the kitchen right now. Don’t forget to tell him Happy Birthday.”
“Okay, mama.”
And with that, Sungyun leaves, leaving the 10-year-old to wake his brothers. Since he can’t use Ivy, he might as well do the next best thing he could think of at the moment; dose them in cold water. So, he makes his way to the closet where he finds his stash of dry ice and uses tongs to hold them. Starting from Joochan, he lifts the blanket off and puts the ice on his chest. A scream follows causing Jaehyun on the other side of the room to momentarily wake up.
“Good morning,” Donghyun smirks at both of them. “It’s Bomin’s death day. Hurry up and let’s get breakfast.”
“Why’d you use the dry ice on me!” Joochan shrieks.
“Because I can,” Donghyun shrugged. “Besides, mama said I couldn’t use Ivy.”
“Ugh, usually Joochan screaming bloody murder is fun, but hearing it in the morning to wake up isn’t.”
The boys quickly change and go down the stairs and into the kitchen where they’re met with their parents, siblings, and Youngtaek on the table.
Jaehyun was the first to greet Bomin. He lifts the boy and puts him on his lap, smothering him in kisses.
“Happy death day, Bomin,” he greets.
“Happy death day,” the other two say when Jaehyun pulls away.
“Thank you,” Bomin gives each of them a hug.
ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
“So what is this device?” Youngtaek asks as he’s strapped on a chair with a helmet connected to it.
“It’s an electrocution chair,” Seungmin replies, ready to flip the switch. “You might feel a little shocked.”
At the same time, Jaehyun and Bomin were playing with the guillotine in the back of the attic.
“Bring forth the guilty one,” Jaehyun announces.
Bomin comes along, bringing a doll with him and putting the doll on a block.
“Anne Boleyn, execution for being guilty of high treason. Do you have any final words?” Jaehyun plays.
“I have not come here to preach a sermon; I have come here to die. For according to the law and by the law, I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it,” Bomin mimics as if the doll was talking.
“Then executioner, behead her.”
Bomin takes hold of the rope from Jaehyun and releases it, causing the angled blade to cut straight through the doll.
ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
Donghyun, wearing his gardening gloves, was snipping the blossoms off his roses when there was another knock on the door. He removes his gloves before walking over and opening the door.
“Morning,” a male smiles brightly at him.
Donghyun opens the door wider and lets him in.
“Morning Jibeom,” Donghyun says back. “Joochan’s in the laboratory, probably testing some chemicals.”
“Actually, I wanted to give you something.”
“What is it?”
Jibeom takes off his bag and opens it to reveal a pot.
“Is that a mandrake? The ones that scream when unearthed?”
“Yes. I thought you’d like one.”
“Thank you so much,” Donghyun says, stunned that he would get one for him. He puts the pot down on a nearby table and hugs him.
“These are extremely hard to find. How did you manage to get them?”
“I found it near the woods of my house. Turns out, there’s a whole field in the middle,” Jibeom answers.
“Mmm, I would like to go there one day.”
“You should! We could explore the woods together. Even I haven’t explored it completely” Jibeom gleams as he pulls away. “Anyways, I’m going to go upstairs to help Joochan out.”
ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
Joochan, up in the laboratory, was making cyanide. He’s gathered up some deadly nightshade to create the chemical.
“Hello!” Jibeom shouts upon entering the room. “Making cyanide again?”
“Yes,” Joochan responded. “Bomin said he wanted cyanide for his toys, so I’m going to get him some.”
“Do you need any help?”
“Yes please.”
ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
“Happy deathday to you. Happy deathday to you. Happy deathday, happy deathday, happy deathday to you,” everyone sings as Daeyeol comes out with the cake.
The cake was completely black with a lit candle saying “8” on the top. Bomin was quick to blow on it. Sungyun couldn’t help but kiss him on the cheek upon doing so.
“My little devil’s grown. He’s 8 now,” he cries.
“Don’t cry, darling,” Daeyeol comforts.
Jangjun was in charge of cutting the cake while his father comforted his mother. He gave a piece to each child, including himself.
“Open your gift Bomin!” Youngtaek exclaims.
Bomin quickly finishes his cake, knowing he can just get more later and unravels one box.
“What are these?” Bomin questions. The box was full of mason jars of plants.
“They’re poisonous plants. I thought they would make nice decorations for your butterfly cage,” Donghyun replies. “That one right there with the big leaves is called laurel₁ and I’m sure your butterflies would love them.”
“Thank you, I love it.”
He spends the rest of the night opening his gifts. A new crossbow from Jaehyun, a new blade from Youngtaek, a vile of cyanide from Joochan, a book on scars and scabs from Jibeom, a haunted music player from Jangjun, a new sharpener from Seungmin, and a new doll from his parents to add to his collection.
The night ends. Youngtaek and Jibeom had already left, leaving the Lee’s to go to the graveyard and talk with their deceased relatives as the moon is still full.