Outrun The World

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When he woke up, a tall guy wearing a black shirt and skinny jeans stood by his bed. He smirked and Mo Guan Shan knew he'd be forever irritated by the smugness it implies.

"Water. . ." he said, finding his voice hoarse. His throat felt like it's made of rough wood.

The guy silently walked towards the table and handed him a bottle of water. He lifted his hand and finally noticed his aching wrist wrapped by pristine bandages. 

"Open it," Mo Guan Shan demanded. The guy smiled wider, grabbed the water bottle and opened it. He reached out to get it but the guy drank from it before returning the bottle to him. "Fucking gross."

"You're pretty demanding for a loser."

"Of course. Tell your boss to stop fucking with me and show his face."

"My boss?"

"You deaf? Those sharply dressed guys dragged me out from my room while you look like an errand boy. Want me to tell your boss to fire you and cut off your pinky? Or something. . ." Mo Guan Shan said but he's mainly speculating.

"What do you think is this?"

"Well, your boss saw my video, fell in love with me so he kidnapped me so he could fuck me all he wants. It's that kind of plot right?!"

The guy started laughing. Mo Guan Shan noticed that he's looking younger when he laughs, like they're of the same age.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that," he said and sat on the couch by the bed. 

Mo Guan Shan stared at the black-haired boy in front of him. They sat in silence for a long time.

"So, where's the boss?" he asked after a while.

"You'll meet when he's presentable enough. It'd be rude if his men are more dressed up than he is."