Sun Yi called at four in the morning, evidently forgetting about the time difference. Though technology allowed there to be no delay in communications, natural time differences still existed. And the part on Guillotine that Sun Fang lived on was very much not in the same timezone as Sun Yi’s. But lucky for his brother, Sun Fang was still awake and thus was not very annoyed at the late (or was it early?) call.
”Hello,” he popped as soon as he answered the call, putting the phone on loudspeaker mode and throwing it on the couch next to him. He was coming up on his heat and his stomach was a queasy mess, not letting him sleep.
”It’s me,” Sun Yi’s subdued voice came from the phone.
Sun Fang rose an eyebrow and hummed a little. ”Me, who?” he, asked, obviously just messing with his younger brother.
There was a pause as Sun Yi seemingly wondered if Sun Fang really didn’t know who was calling. Well, he absolutely did. Sun Yi was in his contacts and his name appeared on the screen when he called. Sun Fang plainly didn’t answer calls or messages from outside his contacts, utterly refusing to potentially have contact with someone from the Sun Family (or just someone he didn’t like) on anything other than his own terms.
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Finally, his brother said, ”Sun Yi. It’s Sun Yi.”
Sun Fang allowed his smile to be heard in his voice, ”Sun Yi! What are you calling about, you usually never contact me?”
Sun Yi audibly gulped. ”I know,” he said, sounding sad. ”I apologize. I just… needed to talk to someone.”
”You have Marcus, don’t you?” Sun Fang asked, genuinely curious.
”No, I know that, it’s just…” Sun Yi sighed. His false trepidation was finally starting to fall away, making way for actual worry, and Sun Fang sat up straighter in interest. While he’d always known that Sun Yi had been acting the whole time, that didn’t mean that he knew what Sun Yi was really like. How he really acted. What his personality was truly like. In a sense, he supposed, they were actually really similar. They both acted a specific role for the Sun Family, in order to manipulate the Sun Family to grant their wishes. They just so happened to wish for wildly different things.
”Hmm?” Sun Fang encouraged Sun Yi to keep talking, his curiosity winning out over the uncomfortable pressure in his stomach. This heat would probably be worse than last time, but it was still nothing more than nausea and stomach pain.
Sun Yi said, ”Father won’t let me out. He said I’ve embarrassed the Sun Family and I need to stay put and learn better. He’s forcing me to learn a bunch of etiquette from a bully!”
”Yeah? Obviously?” Sun Fang furrowed his eyebrows. ”What did you think would happen after that spectacle you made of yourself? Even if you had a good reason, it doesn’t mean you can behave like that in public. The Sun Family would never allow it. And for that matter, do you mean to tell me that you haven’t been studying etiquette and manners so far?”
”It’s just bullshit rich people stuff. No-one actually uses that stuff,” Sun Yi retorted, beginning to sound annoyed. It was actually kind of refreshing, Sun Fang had been starting to wonder if Sun Yi was just always on the edge of crying.
Nevertheless, he rolled his eyes. ”It’s a rich person thing, yes, but manners are universal. Rich people are just more extravagant and extra about it. It does’t make them stupid, or annoying, or inconsequential. It just means that they take them more seriously because they can literally afford it. And anyway, you’re ultra rich now. Which means that etiquette and manners is also a you thing.”
”But I—” Sun Yi began.
Sun Fang shamelessly cut him off. ”This is what you wanted,” he said, harshly, suddenly finding himself annoying with this whole conversation. ”This is what you worked so hard for. This is why you pushed me out of the family, why you stole my fiancé, why you made my own father hate me—and that must have taken a lot of work, because he’s never had me in his thoughts at all. The Sun Family is a different beast than you’ve ever faced, and if you don’t conform, if you don’t bend yourself into a circle so you have no harsh edges, nothing anyone can snag anything on, you will drown. You will break. You must bend, Sun Yi. You must bend, or you will break.”
Taking a deep breath, Sun Fang was at least somewhat gratified to only hear silence and rough breathing on the other end of the line. He continued, ”There is no compromise you can make here. No-one that will unconditionally take your side. You have stepped into a cage, and unless you want to spend the next hundred years banging on the bars and hoping someone will save you, realize your position and secure your fucking place. Be the Sun Family heir. Do all the stupid rich people stuff and fucking face the facts; if you do not act like the heir, you are not the heir.”
Sun Fang pressed his hand over his eyes, cursing his own words. There was still only silence coming from the phone. ”Your only other option, little brother,” Sun Fang murmured, ”is to give up and run away. Take all the wealth you can, put it into an account they can’t access, do something hilariously stupid and get yourself kicked out.”
The line cut off. Sun Yi had hung up on him. Sun Fang stared at the phone for a moment, feeling a laugh bubbling up from his phone. Good, good, he thought. Somebody needed to give that brat a reality check.
But really… he really didn’t like talking about stuff like that.
He frowned, and glanced at the clock, noting that the conversation had only been a few minutes long. Funny. It felt like it had taken hours.
I wonder someone has been listening on the other side?
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harsh but true
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Put that conniving little brother in his place