Mo Guan Shan wiped his face clean with a paper towel.
That bastard made him soaked in tomato sauce from head to toe then he even dared to faint and left him alone with the cleaning. Mo Guan Shan had seriously considered to leave him there on the cold kitchen floor and go home without saying anything. That dark haired devil would have deserved it.
He is such a piece of shit.
Guan Shan angrily threw the dirty papers to the bin and walked back to the still unconscious boy. He Tian’s face was kind of peaceful and innocent while lying there motionless and Guan Shan just wanted to punch him again. He didn’t want to think about the slight remorse that filled his chest. Maybe – just maybe – he didn’t want to hurt He Tian that extent but that fucking bastard just provoked him. And is he really that sick that he can’t even bear a blow in the face? What the hell happened to his strength?
Guan Shan looked at him with unreadable eyes for a while then suddenly nudged He Tian’s arm.
“Wake up, you chicken dick.” He Tian didn’t respond at first so he slapped the other boy’s arm again. “Don’t fucking play with me, I know you are awake.”
It was just a vague guess but whether it was true or not He Tian’s face frowned at his words and he slowly opened his eyes. Mo Guan Shan had to admit to himself that the idiot truly looked sick. His face was not that menacing like any other time. But he still looked like a fucking jerk.
“Hey, Little Mo~.” The idiot smiled at him with his stupid shit eating grin like nothing happened. His eyes darted slowly to his own chest and surprise appeared in his grey gaze. “Wow, did you cover me to not catch a cold? How considerate and sweet of you~.”
Mo Guan Shan’s face immediately heated up with embarrassment. Fuck.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said awkwardly and quickly moved away from He Tian’s side. “I had enough of your bullshit for today. I am leaving.”
A stupid pout appeared on He Tian’s face and it made him even more childish. He looked like a little boy at that moment, lying on the floor so vulnerable.
“And leave me in this state?” He started in an offended voice which Guan Shan considered so fake and irritating. “I can’t even stand up, you made me so weak with that punch, Momo… Now you have to take care of me properly.” He Tian’s pout turned into a demanding and self-aware smile. “Put me in bed and make me a delicious dinner~.”
Mo Guan Shan seriously wanted to hit him again.
“Fuck you. Like hell I will do.” He stated with irritation. “Where did your fucking dad go? Ask him to help you, I am not your fucking nurse or cook!”
Seriously, what the hell is He Tian thinking? He fucking ruined his whole day, tricked him to come here for nothing, wrecked his clothes and now is he demanding to cook for him and playing nurse? Where were his fucking parents? It would have been their job to take care of him when he is fucking sick. Such rich people and still fucking useless.
He Tian’s eyes went wide with confusion at his question. Even his stupid grin froze on his face.
“My dad?” He asked in a strange, dark tone which made Mo Guan Shan shiver. Fuck, I asked something wrong? But in a few moments He Tian’s face became soft again. Looked like he understood something, and the idiotic smile came back to his lips. “Oh, you misunderstood. That was my brother, not my father.”
He Tian chuckled and Mo Guan Shan felt even more embarrassed than before. Why he didn’t think about that? Fuck, it didn’t really matter anyway, he was still right about the boy’s family.
“Whatever.” He tried to look unconcerned but he couldn’t let go of his anger. “Why the hell did he leave his sick brother alone? Your family seriously suck.”
Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t say that. Mo Guan Shan winced as he remembered the last time he insulted He Tian’s family. They were in school and He Tian kicked him in the stomach and he totally deserved it. Now he waited for the other boy to stand up and give him a huge kick again or punch him in the face.
To his biggest surprise He Tian remained on the floor silent. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just smiling at him but under that smile there was something strange which made Mo Guan Shan’s chest tighten. But that strange thing was only there for a moment because in the next second he became that carefree person again that Mo Guan Shan knew.
“Aww, are you worrying about me that much?” He Tian asked with the biggest smile on his face. “So sweet.”
What?! Mo Guan Shan forgot about He Tian’s family immediately. What the hell is he talking about again? Fuck. Now he really just wanted to go home.
“What the fuck gives you this stupid idea?” he asked nervously as he avoided the other boy’s gaze. He Tian’s grin became even wider and even though he was still lying on the floor, it felt like that he was standing above Mo Guan Shan and looking down on him. Like the predator he was.
“Well, you even told me today that you like me.” He Tian stated matter-of-factly and his eyes was gleaming in the shadowy kitchen. He looked so content and self-conscious.
Mo Guan Shan’s heart almost fell out of his chest in that moment.
“What the heck are you talking about? I-I didn’t say such a chicken dick thing!” His voice was fucking trembling and he hated himself for that. And that fucking bastard was still smiling at him knowingly.
“’He Tian! Actually I don’t hate you that much.’ I made a print screen of your message.”
Guan Shan felt that the blood rushing to his face. He probably looked like a ripe tomato in that moment. What an irony!
“Fuck you, that… that doesn’t mean that I like you. You can go to hell.” He shouted and this time he completely turned away from the boy and started moving towards the front door.
Fuck. That fucking picture about that idiot’s fucking tomato sauce-y hand. He really, truly hates him. Always playing stupid pranks on him, he had enough of him.
Mo Guan Shan almost reached the door when suddenly he felt a strong grip on his arm. Shit.
“Hey, wait…” He Tian stood in front of him, his smile disappeared from his face and seriousness appeared in his grey eyes. He looked kind of pale in the dim evening light.
“Just stay for a bit…” He asked slowly and his voice were calm but pleading. Quiet.
“Why the fuck should I stay?” He looked into He Tian’s desperate eyes and he really didn’t understand the boy in front of him. “You are totally fine on your own.”
He Tian’s hand was still on Guan Shan’s arm and his grip was so strong that it almost hurt. But Mo Guan Shan didn’t say a word and he didn’t flinch. He just watched He Tian – the real He Tian – finally without any fakeness. He was tired and hurt… and so fucking lonely. A little boy who was sick and needed somebody to take care of him.
“Maybe I am not that fine on my own.” He started slowly, put an emphasis on every word. “And maybe I also don’t hate you that much.”
He Tian lowered his gaze, and his hands went down from Mo Guan Shan’s elbow to his hands. The dark haired boy silently entwined their fingers and slowly stroked the soft skin under his thumb. He didn’t look up.
Mo Guan Shan’s heart was crazily beating in his chest. He wanted to pull away his hand, he really wanted to. He wanted to push off the bastard. He wanted to run away, as far from this evil boy as possible. This was fucking dangerous. A trap. He knew it.
But for a strange reason he didn’t do anything. He didn’t pull away. Maybe he didn’t really want to. Maybe it was true after all that he doesn’t really hate him that much.
He stayed with the idiot.
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