And Dad's Gonna Be Mad...

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"Oh, he makes me so damn mad. Where the hell is he?" Mr. Huang was beyond pissed off, his son having shirked his duties at the store. He came flying in two days ago, grabbing foods and rushing back out, talking about he didn't have time. How dare he! He only wanted the best for his son, knowing his time was soon at hand. He didn't want his son to have to rely on anyone to take care of him. He could take care of himself, if he only just listened!

Dammit!

He wasn't stupid, his father knew as much, just lazy sometimes. He knew his son was gay and into fashion, neither of those things bothered him. He only wanted his son happy and unfortunately, the world they were living in, his baby boy liking men, well, it still didn't sit well within his Chinese community. That was one of the reasons he left China for good a few years ago. He couldn't bare the thought of his son suffering at the hands of simple minded people. Culture and tradition, be damned. That was his son and he was so proud of him. He gave him a hard time simply because he loved his boy so. Who else would he get to curse at and yell at, huh? Now that he thought about it, he had an idea where his son could be. He knew what he was doing when he told Tao to deliver the food to Mr. Wu. He'd been speaking with the man over the phone and they'd built up a relationship, of sorts. Mr. Wu had confided in him that he never left his penthouse, personal reasons, you see, but he felt a closeness with Mr. Huang, that he felt he could share even that. He'd done his own little digging around on the computer, looking up "Mr. Wu," discovering that he was a New York Times Bestselling Author, after Mr. Wu had gifted him some books. And he was so good looking, as his Taozi would've said. He knew his son had been messing around in those damn bathhouses and back alley clubs. He didn't like it and he said so.

"It's dangerous, Taozi. Someone hurt you, then what?" He was no matchmaker, but he had a gut feeling that Mr. Wu would be a great match for Tao. For one, he was older and more mature. He was already established and his boy needed someone to reign him in. He noticed after that first delivery that something obviously happened between the two men. Mr. Huang wasn't quite sure what it was, but his boy was smiling brighter than the damn sun. He never wanted to make deliveries before! All of a sudden, he was coming in early and personally packing the bag for Mr. Wu. Well damn!

Then.

Nothing.

A week went by, his son's face fell and his attitude shifted.

What the fucking fuck?

"What happened with you?" He asked Tao one afternoon as he was sitting in the office in the back.

"Leave me alone, Dad, not now."

"What you mean, not now? I need you to take this delivery, okay?" His son wasn't smiling and Mr. Huang didn't like the look on his boy's face at all. He was used to the glowing smile that made everyone else smile. He tried to coax out an answer, something, but nothing was forthcoming.

"Fine. What is it? Where is it going?"

And this went on for a while. His boy was a walking zombie, just coming in and taking the deliveries. He noticed the deliveries that were going to Mr. Wu were coming back at first, the envelope not even opened. Tao wasn't taking his tip and Mr. Wu's check were increasing. He didn't understand what was going on. He was going to call Mr. Wu to see if he could find out but he didn't want to stick his nose where it didn't belong. But he was concerned, rightfully so. His boy was sad and he had to fix it.

Then all of a sudden, one day, he comes in, practically skipping, smile plastered on his face and rushing back out.

"Hey, hey! You come back here." He yelled after his son, looking quite spectacular, if he said so himself.

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