My Dear, Sweet, Bastard~♡ /TianShan/

Chapter 11

Mo was sitting on the sofa, this night had been rough, his body hurt so bad, especially his head, that made him see all colours. As the redhead woke up, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead that lingered and stung. "Ow... My head... Fuck..." He Tian was cleaning the blood on his forehead and putting ointment on it. He hoped the injured man wouldn't wake up. "Wh-what the hell are you doing...!" "Helping you, you should probably reward me with a ki-" Mo Guan Shan put his palm on the other male's mouth to refrain him from speaking.
"Stop saying things like that, don't you feel shame ?!" "Nah, I only feel proud, don't be embarrassed for me, because I don't feel targeted at all~"

Mo was on He Tian's giant king sized bed. This young man was totally loaded.
Surprisingly, it never influenced Mo Guan Shan's behaviour towards the ravenette, wich made the said man trust him. He felt that everything the ginger boy said or did, wrong or good, was at least geniune, plus, he luckily found the soft spot of this young rebel, as the teachers would call him. Nobody, except him, knew this rather pleasant side of the ferocious boy, and that, most of all, made He Tian truly proud and confident. Satisfied with his little Mo, he already daydreamed about their future...
Well, if he one day confessed his feelings for the other man.

"So... I kind of am curious about one thing." He Tian sounded more serious than usual, though it seemed like he was completely serene. "Spit it out, I'm kind of waiting for your damn mouth to open and finish what you started." The ginger boy spat out wi noth impatience. "You really can't wait a second huh ? Guess what, I also want your answer to be quick and clear." The redhead leaned forward to listen, he was intrigued, he couldn't figure out a single emotion from He Tian, though the other male has been more readable since they became close, it was like the taller man blocked all his expressions and emotions.
"Who." "Huh ?" "Who did this." 

Mo swallowed nervously and scooted back. His eyes scanned the room searching for anything to help him change the subject the quickest way possible. The injured boy found nothing, his nervousness showed, and He Tian wasn't oblivious to it. "We aren't going to do this all day, are we ? Tell me now."
His voice hit low notes as Mo Guan Shan's heart also dropped. The man waited a minute, thinking a way out, an answer that wouldn't raise too many questions, but he was already in too deep. There was no way out of this for sure. "Just tell me okay, I'm not gonna do anything, but talk for fucksake !" The ginger boy's eyes supported tears that were threatening to spill any moment now. "J-just leave me a-alone... It's nothin-"

The tall figure erupted on top of the redhead and blew up. His gaze filled with fire, now it would take a long ass time to calm him down.
"Just fucking tell me ?! Don't you get it, your selfishness is leading you to an impass. Don't back down now, speak up !"

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"This heat that you give me, it reminds me of my past... I have a father, I do know, who's still here to protect me..."

He Tian's eyes shrunk up in a confused manner. He didn't quite understand a single word that Mo said, not that he didn't know what he said, but he couldn't figure those words out. The sentence sounded incredibly pained, lost, carved in the man's mind.
"Little Mo...?" "Haa... Hurts so much... Stop... Don't like this..."
The ravenette would've laughed if the context was different, but in this exact moment, it made him incredibly worried. Of course, he couldn't of find out anything even if he wanted, Mo's mind was as lost as his body.

The ginger boy's body shaked, pinned under the intimidating figure. His gaze moved constantly, like it was chasing an invisible menace, his breath got louder, he suffocated, wrapped one arm on his body, the other one blocking his head. It Seemed like the smaller man waited an incoming hit, which would be delivered by the taller one.
Nothing happened.

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"Little Mo, listen to me please..." He Tian never knew how to handle a situation where someone would hyperventilate, he got down from Mo, seated the ginger boy's body on the mattress as he gently brushed with his hand, the soft locks dispatched on the man's forehead.
"No... Why ? Why these clothes, uncle, don't you know I'm a boy...?" In disbelief, a hand slowly caressed on the lost boy's hand. He traced circles with his finger, it was a way of distraction for the redhead.
"Mo Guan Shan... I'm right here wannabe deliquent..." He Tian hoped for his little Mo to wake up from his nightmare, however, when a voice came out of the unstable guy, it all made sense then...

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(Goodnight 🌃(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—)