"I need you..." (19 Days) (BoyxBoy)

One shot

"I can't f*cking do this anymore!" Mo Guanshan threw his hands up in the air and he glared at the dark haired male that stood across the room.

Mo had been planning on spending the night at the male's place, but they had just gotten into another heated fight. They had been doing that a lot lately and Mo just couldn't take it anymore. His nerves were already shot and he was surprised that he wasn't covered in bruises already from the other. His anger scared him sh*tless and the red haired male was just at his limit. He couldn't keep doing this. Hitting and dodging subjects so that he could avoid getting hit.

Mo knew that He tian didn't mean it. He had warned him that his anger was dangerous and Mo honestly thought that he could handle it. He tried. He tried so goddamn hard. The worst part was that he still loved the other male with everything that he had.

He didn't know why he said things like this. He didn't want to leave and break up. He just...he wanted him to fight back. He wanted him to fight for him. Mo was always the one that did it all and it was getting tiring.

Maybe they were just too different for each other and were meant to be some tragic love story that could never take place.

Mo grabbed his shirt and started down the hall towards the elevator. Tears threatened like they always did when things like this happened, but he refused to let them fall. At least not until he was out of the other male's place.

"You're really pulling that f*cking sh*t again? You always say that every time we fight. You always end up coming back for more, though." He tian grinned and Mo glared up at him. "You think everything is f*cking funny. It won't be so funny when I don't come back, now will it?" The elevator chimed, announcing it's arrival and the red haired male stepped inside.

He averted his gaze to the elevator floor and didn't bother looking at the other male when the doors closed.

A lump formed in his throat and he could no longer hold the tears back anymore. He loved the other male so much, yet he felt like the other didn't care at all. He still hadn't said that he loved him. He still hadn't did anything that proved he wasn't just some fling. It hurt. It hurt so f*cking badly and the red haired male winced in pain as he felt his chest tighten.

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Mo's eyes were red and swollen, even though he had only cried for a few brief moments. He felt so much emotion in those few moments though, that it felt like he had been crying much longer.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cellphone, intending to phone his mom. He had to let her know that he was going back home.

As he turned a corner though, Mo heard some noise coming from a nearby ally and decided to go and check it out.

"Hey, what the f*ck are you doing?" "Just keep walking kid..." "What the hell did you just say to me?" The red haired male wasn't even close to being in a good mood, so he was set off quite easily.

Running up to the man, he pulled him off of the woman that he was trying to obviously rape and threw him to the ground. "You're a f*cking creep. Do you not have an ounce of respect for women?"

Glancing over at the woman, Mo seen her smile weakly. "Th-thank you so much!" Grabbing her bag that had fallen onto the ground, she hurried off quickly, tears still in her eyes.

"I hate people like you the f*cking most, you know that? I had a father who was like you...I wasn't big enough yet to punch him out, but I did take a lot of the beatings for my mom." Shaking his head, Mo felt like he had said too much.

"Anyhow, I'm going to give you a taste of what it feels like to be in their position, you sick freak!" Mo growled and bent down, punching the man in the face. He crawled on top of him and kept punching him, the anger from earlier events starting to break through.