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Hei Anying was a very stubborn somebody, so , his freedom wasn't given up on yet. He stored it away for an appropriate time. No he wasn't going to give up. Yes Hanze's torture was painful. No he wasn't an idiot. Yes he was afraid he would get caught. No don't call him an idiot . Yes he would still attempt it.
As days passed, Anying started getting unlimited snacks from hanze.
"Since food is your problem.". What the man said blandly Before giving him heaps of snacks from different variations.
The man would leave in the morning, come in the evening, and when Anying talks to him he gets ignored or told the younger male words that made him act like a bullied wet cat.
Hanze was mean... But Anying still talks with him - one sided - so he won't become socially dead.
But are you sure he's not socially dead yet?. Even if he wasn't yet then would Hanze's company keep it alive or make it die?.
Anying shrugged and continued munching on his grates.
He stayed like that... Without talking to anybody, being far away from Hanze and all that interactions -, even the, . he wrapped his hands around my waist as his lips pressed against mine aggressively and i shivered - was no more.
He now learnt to be quiet, alone for long periods of time and humble without his lover's touch... He could now very well become submissive without much efforts.
....
He was patient yes, So the days went on and on and on and....
Two months, October , November and some weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
Today was.... Yadda... Yadda.... Yadda.... Yadda.... Yadda....
Anying's didn't know. He only knew that, everywhere was extremely cold, which signified December. Huff.
Today, his hair was tied haphazardly on top of his head and he was wearing a big polo t-shirt to cover his slender body from the cold....
". Aww... I wish there was someone here to hold me close...". He sighed. That was the fastest was to become hot... Sharing body warmth...
Hanze wouldn't... Nah.... Yanlye... Yanlye was a pervert from his POV so no.
Then... He had to stop complaining about the blanket being too unwarmed enough ugh.
Suddenly, the door opened from outside and Anying got to see Hanze on his usual white sleeved shirt, black pants and shoes with a hand shoved in his pocket and the other holding his phone to his let ear.
Hair, let free...
Anying sighed dreamingly at what he was seeing... That was, he looked just so majestic... Add that to his sharp Icy blue eyes.. he looked sexy.
He watched Hanze walk to the sofa and sit down crossing his legs...
' no ... Don't do that it makes you look intimidating '. Anying's poor heart cried... ' and sexy too '. God help him. Teenage hormones were working.
The man finally removed the phone from his ear, rid his tie and unexpectedly turned his boring gaze towards Anying.
"e!". Anying squeeked in shock.
Hanze massaged his forehead in return. "Are my eyes that dangerous looking?.". He asked , in regards to anying's shock.
' yes! exactly! '. The youth wanted to scream but no....
"Nah...n-no... i-its... It's... N-nothing...". He stuttered stupidly instead, shifting uncomfortably on the bed... It'd been a long time since Hanze even considered the option of glancing at him..
So what was he supposed to think?... Maybe Hanze was going to punish him... Oh no...
' but what did I do?!'. He wondered wearing a bullied and pleading expression.
' during the last ..weeks I have been extremely obedient! And a good sub!... I haven't caused trouble!. '. ... Only living like a dumbass... So why was he going to get punishment?.
"Anyway, it's Christmas today.". Hanze's lazy voice startled him.
"What the fuck?...". He muttered out in shock.
"Really?," Hanze glared at him, which made him shut his mouth with an apology.
"I'm sorry!.". He berated himself and looked elsewhere.. ' continue talking and you'll get your tongue on the window! ', he berated himself and ' please don't stop talking! '. he begged internally. He wanted to know!.
Hanze clicked his tongue and continued". YOUR, friends are here to take you out for the day.". he said emphasizing the your.
"???"
The youth wondered what that meant. But most importantly, what language was Hanze speaking?. Spanish?. He didn't know how to speak Spanish. Who knew how to translate Spanish!.
The youth stared unblinkingly as Hanze added, "I permit your attendance. Go freshen up so I can take you to them.".
Anying.
"..."
Hanze raised a brow. "You're not int--".
"Nonononononoooooo...". Anying snapped from his stupor and interupted Hanze, he earned a glare that made him literally fly towards the bathroom.
' what the heck! '. Anying thought as he headed for the bathroom.
"What just happened?.".
Hanze gave him permission to leave?!.
He could leave!.
He could!.
leave!.
Leave!!.
He was grateful!. So grateful!. He never believed he wouod get this chance any sooner... How was he even supposed to communicate with his friends?,Could he start a conversation with them?.
Well fuck that for now. His eyes shined brightly as he finished Bathing and, grabbed his robe, put it on and scrambled to the closet, to dress before Hanze changed his mind.
Few minutes later, he came out of the closet with green long sleed shirt, green pants and black shoes, he just left his hair to flow with the wind.
He thought he saw black in Hanze's eyes as he bit his lips hard in front of the man. He lowered his head.
' shouldn't we get going ? '. He sighed internally , anxious.
."You should probably stop doing that.".
"H-huh?...". Anying tilted his head confused, and that just made Hanze much more annoyed than he was already.
He got up and headed towards the door, not even bothering to signal the youth over. But hey, Anying knew better.
He rushed towards Hanze and stayed behind him. And together, they walked in silence towards the living room, where Anying could already hear chattering and giggles from.
It brought a smile on his face. ' ah.. I can finally see and join them! '. He said, internally happy.