The search for escaped convict Wu Yifan has now entered it's third day. Police have expanded their search outside of Beijing and are now looking to see if he could possibly have fled to other areas throughout the country. Again police have urged citizens to not approach the man if seen but to instead call the police h-

"Well, well this won't do. This just won't do at all" 

Since arriving in Beijing two days ago, their goal was simple; find Yifan and put him back where he belonged. It wouldn't be no good to have Yifan wondering the streets. Especially with what he knew. This was no good at all. 

"What do you propose now?"
"I don't think he's out of Beijing. He wouldn't leave the city I mean, where does he have to go anyway? He's still here I know it, therefore we'll stay here for the meantime". 

~

Yixing could swear he had grey strands in his mostly brown hair. He could swear it, right there clear as day was the shiniest of grey hair he had ever seen in his twenty three year existence thus far. 

"I'm going grey because of you!" he shouted pointing a finger of accusation at Yifan 
"Don't go stressing about it otherwise you'll add more grey hair to the already existing ones" Yifan replied joining Yixing at the table, placing the gun on top of it. 

"Oh for the love of- do you need to bring the gun out like this?" he asked 
"Why, does it bother you?" 

"Yes! Yes it does! It bothers me a lot on how you just pull this gun out ever so casually and use it as though it's a bloody toy!" Yixing exclaimed. He should have really kept his mouth shut. Especially when Yifan rolled his eyes, picked up the gun and pointed it towards him. 

"You're really stupid you know that?" Yifan asked, pointing the gun towards the ceiling and pulling the trigger. Yixing waited for the sound of a bullet hitting the ceiling, instead though he was met with silence as Yifan put the gun back down on the table and slid it over to him. 

"Huh?" 

Empty. All this time the gun had been empty. Of all the times Yifan had threatened him and Yixing feared for his life, there had been no bullets in there this whole freaking time?

"You mean to tell me that all this time, you've been threatening me with an empty gun?" Yixing asked 
"What? You honestly thought I would shoot you?" Yifan replied, laughing when he saw the look on Yixing's face. It took every will in Yixing to not leap forward and strike for Yifan. 

"I want to go outside" Yifan muttered, staring out the window to the bustling roads beneath him 
"You can't go outside. It's dangerous" Yixing replied as Yifan turned to face him. 

"I've been cooped up in here for the past three days. I can freely walk outside now and yet you're keeping me in here like a prisoner rather than someone on the run. I need to get outside or I'm going to go mad" he explained, rolling his eyes when he heard Yixing sigh. 

"You've managed to spend six years behind bars, why can't you spend some time in here?" he asked 
"I knew I should have kept that gun a secret for longer" Yifan muttered, walking over to the front door and putting his shoes on. 

"Uh what are you doing?" Yixing asked, scurrying over 
"What does it look like? I'm going out for a walk" Yifan replied, opening the door to only have Yixing slam it shut. 

"Did you not hear me back there? You can't go out! People may recongise you!" he said 
"Well if you're that worried, come along with me". 

~

Watching Yifan out on his walk, one would think he was a foreigner visiting China for the very first time. Everywhere he went he would pause to take in his surroundings, let his eyes linger over a particular building or area. 

He never lingered for long though. If his blonde hair was something to catch the attention of others, Yixing's constantly nagging and pushing to get him walking again was something else. 

"You need to learn to relax" Yifan said, swinging an arm around Yixing's shoulders only to have said guy shimmy out of his touch. 

"I will learn to relax once you're back hiding away from the public" he muttered, pausing and groaning at the window display of a cafe. 

"Get a load of this" he said, Yifan coming to look at what Yixing was staring at before grunting 
"They could have at least used an up to date picture" he said, staring at the poster in front of him. 

"How old are you here?" Yixing asked 
"About a week off my eighteenth" Yifan replied before walking ahead, leaving Yixing to linger over the poster before rushing forward to catch up. 

Watching how Yifan looked at everything around him, it was interesting for Yixing to see. Yifan was older than him by a good year, yet looking at how he acted and how lost he looked at times was an interesting sight. Something was up with him, Yixing could feelt it deep down. Yifan put on this act that he was a tough guy who had managed to escape from jail and threaten Yixing continuously with a gun. 

Then there's another side to him; the guy who had a gun which this whole time wasn't even loaded. Judging by how he treated Yixing the first time they met, Yixing was expecting him to be rough, controlling and demanding... he was neither of those things. Looking at him, Yifan was starting to slowly become someone that Yixing was not expecting him to be. 

Something was on here, Yixing could feel it. Something was going on and he was determined to find out what it was. 

All shall be revealed in later chapter... all shall be revealed... 

If this goes all bleugh towards the end, I apologise, kind of got carried away cheering when watching the Commonwealth Games... 

Until the next chapter!!