. They meet again .

"It's me.". A deep voice came from behind the door and Anying was suprised to hear xiajie's voice.

He looked at Hanze for clarification, but what he didn't expect to see was Hanze letting go of his new favourite candy with a plopping sound before saying.

"Go get the door.". He said , running his tongue over his lips.

It made Anying stare at his now red fingers and Hanze's tempting lips in disbelief. Why did he just heed?. Well, scratch that. He got up and sprinted to the door.

Then with a click, he pulled the door open to see xiajie standing there.... In his silent cold glory.

Like he remembered. Dark long blue hair with spiky bangs, slanted obsidian eyes and thin pale lips... He still had that, stay the fuck off expression. The granduncle. He was on a leather jacket, black pants and white shirt with shoes... A casual comfortable outfit.

Anying didn't realize he stared too long until he heard xiajie warn. "Please refrain form... Staring at me for too long..". He added the last past in a low voice.

But Anying was sure Hanze heard it because two hot gazes sudden bore holes on his back, making him ask quickly. "What are you doing here?.".

"Is Hanze in?.". Xiajie asked instead of replying his question, making him displeased, but he answered a anyway.

"Yes. Right there.". He pointed at the male in front of the laptop. Then he watched xiajie go silent for a while before speaking.

"I want to take Anying out.".

Heck?!.

"..."

The room and everything except the howling of the wind went silent.... Freedom?. Or an outside?.

"Very well.". Hanze replied. Now Anying wasn't expecting that response.

But he was happy... Though he didn't know where they were going... Or why they were going there, and he also didn't like it that Hanze was to be asked about his movements... He was still glad he would leave this damned room.

So when xiajie gave his beaming self a nod, he sprinted into the bathroom to bath, went to dress and ran out... Ah, he left his hair haphazardly on top of his head. Yet it made him look cute.

And when he was done, he walked to the all ' serious ' Hanze and gave him a brief chaste peck on his lips, after which he told him,

"Bye bye~". And he was gone leaving the male in controlled and well masked rage.

...

They left the room with Anying trailing behind xiajie. He wouldn't talk with xiajie. So be it. He didn't want to be damned again. More like, the sadistic author.

Author: (hey!. I have feelings!).

So, when they got to the living room and found only jimeng, watching television, he didn't say anything. And when xiajie told the youth to accompany them, he still said nothing.

He waited for the raven haired male to dress up and come with them.... The male was confused but still tagged along and hugged him all the way.

Blabbing all about his artistic medals and accomplishments... Anying was griefed... He didn't have any to show, all his friends did.

Well he sucked it up, ruffled the soft hair of the youth and smiled all the way... The naive youth.... Well, his presence was comforting and calming... Soothing perhaps?.

Amidst anying's muse, they arrived at a high end hotel... Where a private room was already booked for them. Xiajie managed to squeeze out that his fiance and someone else was waiting for them,

After jimeng bombarded him with endless questions while fluttering his long soft lashes... It was just... It seemed just unreasonable for a sane person to not fall for his sugary charms.

So, when they got to the passage leading to the doors of the rooms, they weren't that nervous anymore. Yeah jimeng was always nervous to meet new people. More like excited.

And Anying was nervous Because he ... We'll see.

So, when they opened the door, what Anying saw freaked him out. It wasn't the Fact that the peach haired enveloped him in a hug first, making his fiance angry... Or the fact that jimeng was confused..... Or excited to see someone new but was now frozen staring at the eerie person sitting on the chair.

It was the fact that, he was going to be sitting around the same table as a handsome blonde, on a dark red t-shirt and black pants plus shoes, with an eerie smile on his face...

A fake one -- was sitting on.

His lips now overly red from liquor or whatever was in his cup, was quirked into an amused smirk. The mysterious aura around him was still there, but his dark red irises were focused on... On...

"Anying!. Come sit!.".. xueCheng broke his trail of thoughts as he dragged him to sit close to the blonde, who frowned visibly when he did.

"Do you mind, vacating that seat?.". He asked in a melodic tone... Masculine melodic, red eyes on Anying. It made the youth feel goosebumps but he was going to stand his place still.

Anying rolled his eyes. "Are you talking to me?. Thought I was air.".

A brief look of suprise as Raphael smacked his lips. "You sure hold grudges don't you, huh?.". He asked, twirling his liquor... Whatever was in his cup.

"Hmph!."Anying scoffed then added. "And I won't vacate my seat!.". It felt so good to not cower every seconds and stand his ground. he felt ' himself ' returning.

"Very well, then suit yourself.". Raphael replied with a deep chuckle which forced Anying to think sexy.

Gah!. Just then, everyone else sat down with jimeng now blushing red for no reason with his head bowed, and xueCheng on top of xiajie's thighs.... Complaining cutely, and moving suspiciously?.

"Now. Why I invited you here.". Xiajie began. As soon as he cooed his lover into maintaining ... Or did he?.

Anying became alert.

"It's to ask of you the favour of keeping your lover, Hanze under control at the upcoming gathering soon.".