Adversity is a Gift (19 days fan fiction) He Tian x Red Head

Chapter Twenty - Empty

He Tian tossed and turned in his huge bed, which seemed empty without Mo's warm body tucked up against him.  As much as he wanted to throw Mo off a tall building at the moment, he couldn't help but want that bristly redhead lying beside him.  He Tian reached over and dragged Mo's pillow closer so he could bury his face in the scent there.  He missed the feeling of soft snores in his ear, a hard thigh flung over his and an arm curled possessively across his stomach. 

Sleep escaped him, between paranoia that his Uncle was going to bust open his door, to discipline him sooner than previously advertised and constant rolling waves of anxiety at the thought of his Uncle taking an interest in Mo Guan Shan and finding out how much he truly meant to Tian.  Fuck, his thoughts were spinning around and around in his head until he was unable to close his eyes at all. 

He Tian's phone had chimed constantly since he got into his apartment.  Between Mo calling, texting, which he ignored of course, his brother's texts asking why he wasn't at Qiu's and Brother's Qiu's messages asking the same as his brother, with the addition of 'Bring the recording over.'  Tian would do all of that tomorrow, after he went to face the shitty music with his Uncle.  If he could walk.

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At Qiu's place He Cheng was striding up and down Qiu's bedroom like a madman.  He wanted Tian standing in front of him now to confirm he was fucking okay, to make sure his brother wasn't out there doing something rash.  He Tian was a grown man, he could take care of himself to the point that Cheng often thought his previous position of protective brother was redundant.  He had long since become blasé.  How fucking dense he had been. 

Now he knew what Tian had suffered at the hands of their Uncle...he wanted to keep his brother out of harms way.  Tian might snort and say that Cheng was an unfeeling, cold bastard, but the honest truth was he loved He Tian.   They'd had to band together and be closer than most siblings.  When Cheng was a boy he had learned under his father's heavy fist that you alway take care of family.  Family first and foremost.  Always.  What would his father say if he knew what Uncle Jian had done?  Should he contact his father?  No!  That would be like adding petrol to an already out of control bonfire.  If there was a situation which did not need his father's blunt force approach to problem solving, this was it.

Fuck.

"Cheng try him again."  Qiu's pulled him to a stop, putting an end to his manic pacing.  His hand lifted up and he gently cupped Cheng's nape.  When their eyes met, Cheng heaved an agitated sigh.

"I can only assume that he's off somewhere tearing the redhead another asshole."  Cheng was still in a state of shock over Mo Guan Shan's stupidity.

"Yeah, that was a stunning display of how not to help.  Fuck, I'm tempted to go and arrest him, just to keep him locked away from his own shitty decision making.  Cheng, call him again."  Qiu shoved Cheng's phone at him insistently.  He was worried about He Tian too.  Now he had two fucking teenagers to stress over, he had already contacted the station to ping Jian Yi's phone, it seemed hopeless but any indication on his location was a good start on the search.

"The mobile you're contacting is either switched off or out of range.  Please leave a message after the tone".  Cheng cursed loudly.

"Tian, bastard answer the fucking phone.  If you don't get in touch, I'll call dad, I'll tell him everything."  Cheng knew at the bottom of his heart he would NEVER do that, but if it would give Tian a kick up the ass to get back in touch, then he was willing to play dirty. 

"Aah, shit!"  He Cheng threw his mobile on the bed then proceeded to flop backwards on Qiu's neatly made bed, he looked exhausted.

Qiu lay next to his lover and turned on his side so he could stare at the black haired gangster in his usual direct way.