"I can't believe he's dating an old man." MingRui hung on Zeyu's shoulders as the four of them trudged back to their own homes, Tills objects tucked safely in their pockets.
It had been a hard night. A hard pill to swallow. A lot to think about.
How did Tills know they would all be together like that?
MingRui stewed in his thoughts as they parted passed streetlight after streetlight.
"He's not an old man MingRui. He's just a 20 something year old creep who likes younger boys." Zihao rolled his eyes.
"I still don't like them being together. Gives me the shivers." Rui responded, burying his face into his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Eh you're just paranoid." Hanyu sighed as his fingers stayed clutching the golden locket in his pants pocket.
MingRui shrugged, but he couldn't shake the feeling. Oh well.
Meanwhile Xinlong sat upright in his bed, head swirling with doubts and discouraging words. He knew BangChan wanted him to stay home, but he felt guilty for not bringing in any money anymore. He tried to silence the nagging thoughts.
Xinlong threw the blankets off of his lower body and rummaged around his room, knowing he left it somewhere.
But where?
Oh there!
He scuttled towards his dresser, the Lacey envelope sitting pretty and ready on the surface. He grabbed the object and carefully opened the flap.
He was all too surprised when he opened it and saw nothing but hastily written words in red ink. Tills hated red ink. Xinlong could remember that.
Confused, the boy settled his eyes on the opening line.
Xinlong,
I'm making this quick. I know you love him but he's not okay. He knows me and I know him. Don't get too close. When you can, take the jade necklace and run. Make sure to quit the bar, they aren't looking after you, but for you.
Love Tills
What?
Xinlong couldn't understand the words on the messy notebook page, but they struck fear in his heart.
BangChan? Bad?
That couldn't be possible! Channie loved Xinlong more than anything in the world. He couldn't possibly harm Xinlong!
His breathing began to pick up and he knew nothing would come of it but panic.
He ripped open his door and sprinted into his boyfriend's room.
The older was curled up in bed, reading glasses on the tip of his nose as he flipped the page of his book.
"Hi baby what's wrong?" He asked genuinely. No matter what the letter said, BangChan felt pure love for Xinlong.
He shook his head and laid down next to the older, their hands intertwining.
"Do you know Thilla Martin?" Xinlong asked, knowing it was a silly question.
"Of course I do babe, she was your friend." He responded.
"Right." The younger huffs.
The red head turned to look at his lover, a huge burden of doubt on his chest. Was BangChan who he thought he was? What was Tills letter even saying? What did it mean?
"Do you love me? Are you in love with me?" Xinlong questioned very seriously, his voice an octave lower than usual.
BangChan closed his book and ripped his glasses off of his face, getting down to his boyfriend's level.
"Xinlong I'm so in love with you it's crazy. And I love you more than anything on this earth."
His hands caressed Xinlong's thick locks with eyes of adoration.
"I love you too and I'm in love with you." Xinlong says as his bottom lip quivers. He was so nervous at this point. He didn't want Chan to be anyone but the loving and supportive man he had known for years now. He just wanted his protector.
"Xinlong honey, what is this about?" Chan asked softly as he didn't want to put LongLong down.
He thought for a minute if he should say anything about the letter.
"Nothing." He whispered.
"I don't believe you. You don't get upset for nothing." Chan smiled as he ran his fingers through Xinlong's hair.
Xinlong just shook his head with a tiny smile.
"Is this because we haven't been intimate?"
The younger's cheeks began to glow red as embarrassment pulsed through him.
"No. Why would you think that?"
"Well you asked me if I was in love with you or if I loved you so I just kinda wondered."
Xinlong admired his man, not a single sign of him being anything to fear or run from. But that seed had been planted in Xinlong's head, sub-continently growing the idea that Tills letter had significance.
She wouldn't write it for nothing right?
"Have a good night!" Hanyu called as he waved to the three boys left walking home. He felt a bit jittery from all of today's activities. He didn't want to go home just yet but he knew he should, having been gone for almost 18 hours.
When the boy opens the door he finds that his parents were asleep in the couch with the TV in some random channel. He sighed.
Same old same old.
Nothing ever new.
He upped the stairs and threw himself onto the bed with a loud thump.
"Oh gosh what am I gonna do?" He whispered lightly. Do about what? Who knows!
Hanyu shimmied out of his shirt and sat at his desk, opening his computer to check if anything had happened in the world while he was galavanting around town.
"Large group of young women sold to the highest bidder. Arranged marriage possibilities still to be investigated." He read aloud, heart sinking at the thought.
"Poor girls. At least they're out of the situation now." Hanyu closed the device, deciding the world was much too cruel for him right now. His eyes traveled the length of his desk and landing on the pretty paper envelope. He had been putting off opening it just to delay any further heartbreak.
Well right now if as good a time as any.
The boys slowly unfolded the paper and took out the creased pages, heart pounding out of control.
Hanyu,
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