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[#115] Breaking News Pt. 1 (MDZS)
Theme Prompt: #115 - Breaking News
Title: Breaking News Pt. 1
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: G / Modern AU, alittle lot of angst.
Word Count: 1,000
Bonus: Yes.
Summary: Jiang Cheng explains why he showed up soaked to the bone.
Jiang Cheng shifted in his seat, obviously uncomfortable to be the subject of scrutiny.
“I’ve been going to therapy,” he admitted.
Nie Huaisang sat up and clapped. “A-Cheng, that’s wonderful!”
“Yeah, sure.” Jiang Cheng squinted at Nie Huaisang as if suspecting him of lying, then winced when squinting hurt his black eye.
“Hold that thought.” Nie Mingjue left the table to fetch an ice pack. He gave himself a mental shake, that black eye should have been taken care of as soon as Jiang Cheng was showered, warmed up, and fed.
Whatever was going on here, Jiang Cheng needed his friends in his corner. Not Nie Mingjue’s mooning. He pulled a towel out of a drawer and pulled the pack of peas from the freezer. He returned to the table and handed the ice pack to Jiang Cheng.
“Thanks,” the younger man muttered, putting the pack on his eye
“So. Therapy,” Nie Huaisang prompted, leaning forward eagerly. “For the record? Very proud of you.”
“That seems unlikely,” Jiang Cheng muttered.
Nie Huaisang sqwuaked indignantly. Nie Mingjue reached out and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. This wasn’t the time to start yelling. They needed to listen.
Jiang Cheng sighed, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “So I’ve been going to therapy for my anger issues. And, you know, my parents. I’ve got these exercises now. Counting, breathing, stuff like that. It’s really been helping,” he paused, swallowing hard. “Having someone listen and tell me I’m not crazy for being angry at my parents has really helped.”
“You were never crazy for being angry at them, A-Cheng,” Nie Huaisang said sadly. “I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.”
“No, no!” Jiang Cheng looked up, shocked, “No, mostly I don’t talk about them with you guys because, you know,” he trailed off, looking away.
Nie Huaisang was clearly confused. As was Mo Xuanyu. But Nie Mingjue thought he understood.
“You didn’t want to seem like you were trash talking your parents to Huaisang and I because our parents are dead,” he said calmly.
Nie Huaisang glared. “A-Cheng! Is that true?”
Jiang Cheng nodded.
Nie Huaisang dropped his head onto the table with a thunk. He lifted it and went to drop it again, but Mo Xuanyu’s hand was there.
“We’ve talked about this, babe,” the quiet boy murmured. “This isn’t an acceptable form of venting.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Nie Huaisang sat up and took Mo Xuanyu’s hand in his. He took a deep breath. “Sorry A-Yu, sorry, A-Cheng. Continue please.”
Nie Mingjue’s regard for his baby brother’s boyfriend went up a notch. He made a note to visit this later.
“I’ve been trying really hard not to yell or swear,” Jiang Cheng continued. “To be calm. This change is really scary, you know? Wei Wuxian hates big, scary changes. So I was trying to be better for him. My parents weren’t happy when we started dating because, you know, Dad tried to adopt him when he came to live with us after his parents died.”
“Yeah, that whole thing was weird,” Nie Huaisang observed. “He didn’t even come live with your family until you guys were fifteen. Your dad is so weird.”
“Tonight he came home and put wet bags on my dough. I was trying to make Jiejie’s dumplings,” Jiang Cheng lowered the ice pack, frowning at it. He smushed it a little, rearranging the frozen peas. “I just moved the bags and threw the dough away, tried talking about his day and stuff. But he was acting so weird. Then I took the trash out and he locked me out of the apartment. I have no idea why.”
Nie Mingjue held up a hand. “He locked you out in this weather? Wouldn’t let you back in to the apartment?”
“Yeah.” Jiang Cheng covered his eye again, wincing.
“It’s been six months since you moved in together,” Nie Mingjue pointed out. “Is this the first time he’s done something like this to you?”
Jiang Cheng didn’t say anything.
Nie Mingjue sighed. “What happened next?”
“I started walking. I didn’t have my phone or a coat, obviously. I was trying to get to the corner store to borrow a phone but some drunk guy grabbed me when I was going past an alley. We scuffled and then I ran. When I stopped, I was here.”
“He locked you out for no reason. You were almost mugged,” Nie Huaisang repeated. “And now you’re here.”
“To sum it up? Yeah.”
Mo Xuanyu frowned thoughtfully, running his thumb over the back of Nie Huaisang’s hand. “Do you think your new, calmer attitude was another big scary change for Wei Wuxian?”
Jiang Cheng’s jaw clenched. “We talked about it. He was always ragging on me for being angry. But maybe he didn’t connect the dots?”
“He does have some blind spots,” Nie Huaisang agreed.
Nie Mingjue asked the important question. “What do you want to do, Jiang Cheng?”
The bruised Jiang boy sighed wearily. “Honestly? Right now? All I want to do is sleep.”
“I’ll call Wei Wuxian and let him know you’re staying here tonight,” Nie Huaisang offered. He glanced furtively at Nie Mingjue. “You can have the guest room. A-Yu can share my room.”
“That will spare me being woken up in the wee hours by the pitter patter of little feet sneaking between rooms,” Nie Mingjue agreed calmly.
Nie Huaisang shrieked, instantly blushing a furious scarlet. “Da-ge!”
Nie Mingjue shook his head. “Make the call, A-Sang. Xuanyu, Cheng, are you two up for a movie before bed?”
“I really just want to lay down,” Jiang Cheng confessed. “I’m beat,” he grinned, lop-sidedly. “Literally.”
Nie Huaisang pulled his phone out and called Wei Wuxian. He put it on speaker. Wei Wuxian answered on the fifth ring.
“Huaisang?” Wei Wuxian sounded breathy. “What’s up?”
Then he squealed. “Lan Zhan! Stop! Who knew you were a biter?”
“My Wei Ying.”
Jiang Cheng stared at the phone. “What the fuck?”
Dead silence. Then Wei Wuxian said, “A-Cheng?”
Title: Breaking News Pt. 1
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: G / Modern AU, a
Word Count: 1,000
Bonus: Yes.
Summary: Jiang Cheng explains why he showed up soaked to the bone.
Jiang Cheng shifted in his seat, obviously uncomfortable to be the subject of scrutiny.
“I’ve been going to therapy,” he admitted.
Nie Huaisang sat up and clapped. “A-Cheng, that’s wonderful!”
“Yeah, sure.” Jiang Cheng squinted at Nie Huaisang as if suspecting him of lying, then winced when squinting hurt his black eye.
“Hold that thought.” Nie Mingjue left the table to fetch an ice pack. He gave himself a mental shake, that black eye should have been taken care of as soon as Jiang Cheng was showered, warmed up, and fed.
Whatever was going on here, Jiang Cheng needed his friends in his corner. Not Nie Mingjue’s mooning. He pulled a towel out of a drawer and pulled the pack of peas from the freezer. He returned to the table and handed the ice pack to Jiang Cheng.
“Thanks,” the younger man muttered, putting the pack on his eye
“So. Therapy,” Nie Huaisang prompted, leaning forward eagerly. “For the record? Very proud of you.”
“That seems unlikely,” Jiang Cheng muttered.
Nie Huaisang sqwuaked indignantly. Nie Mingjue reached out and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. This wasn’t the time to start yelling. They needed to listen.
Jiang Cheng sighed, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “So I’ve been going to therapy for my anger issues. And, you know, my parents. I’ve got these exercises now. Counting, breathing, stuff like that. It’s really been helping,” he paused, swallowing hard. “Having someone listen and tell me I’m not crazy for being angry at my parents has really helped.”
“You were never crazy for being angry at them, A-Cheng,” Nie Huaisang said sadly. “I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.”
“No, no!” Jiang Cheng looked up, shocked, “No, mostly I don’t talk about them with you guys because, you know,” he trailed off, looking away.
Nie Huaisang was clearly confused. As was Mo Xuanyu. But Nie Mingjue thought he understood.
“You didn’t want to seem like you were trash talking your parents to Huaisang and I because our parents are dead,” he said calmly.
Nie Huaisang glared. “A-Cheng! Is that true?”
Jiang Cheng nodded.
Nie Huaisang dropped his head onto the table with a thunk. He lifted it and went to drop it again, but Mo Xuanyu’s hand was there.
“We’ve talked about this, babe,” the quiet boy murmured. “This isn’t an acceptable form of venting.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Nie Huaisang sat up and took Mo Xuanyu’s hand in his. He took a deep breath. “Sorry A-Yu, sorry, A-Cheng. Continue please.”
Nie Mingjue’s regard for his baby brother’s boyfriend went up a notch. He made a note to visit this later.
“I’ve been trying really hard not to yell or swear,” Jiang Cheng continued. “To be calm. This change is really scary, you know? Wei Wuxian hates big, scary changes. So I was trying to be better for him. My parents weren’t happy when we started dating because, you know, Dad tried to adopt him when he came to live with us after his parents died.”
“Yeah, that whole thing was weird,” Nie Huaisang observed. “He didn’t even come live with your family until you guys were fifteen. Your dad is so weird.”
“Tonight he came home and put wet bags on my dough. I was trying to make Jiejie’s dumplings,” Jiang Cheng lowered the ice pack, frowning at it. He smushed it a little, rearranging the frozen peas. “I just moved the bags and threw the dough away, tried talking about his day and stuff. But he was acting so weird. Then I took the trash out and he locked me out of the apartment. I have no idea why.”
Nie Mingjue held up a hand. “He locked you out in this weather? Wouldn’t let you back in to the apartment?”
“Yeah.” Jiang Cheng covered his eye again, wincing.
“It’s been six months since you moved in together,” Nie Mingjue pointed out. “Is this the first time he’s done something like this to you?”
Jiang Cheng didn’t say anything.
Nie Mingjue sighed. “What happened next?”
“I started walking. I didn’t have my phone or a coat, obviously. I was trying to get to the corner store to borrow a phone but some drunk guy grabbed me when I was going past an alley. We scuffled and then I ran. When I stopped, I was here.”
“He locked you out for no reason. You were almost mugged,” Nie Huaisang repeated. “And now you’re here.”
“To sum it up? Yeah.”
Mo Xuanyu frowned thoughtfully, running his thumb over the back of Nie Huaisang’s hand. “Do you think your new, calmer attitude was another big scary change for Wei Wuxian?”
Jiang Cheng’s jaw clenched. “We talked about it. He was always ragging on me for being angry. But maybe he didn’t connect the dots?”
“He does have some blind spots,” Nie Huaisang agreed.
Nie Mingjue asked the important question. “What do you want to do, Jiang Cheng?”
The bruised Jiang boy sighed wearily. “Honestly? Right now? All I want to do is sleep.”
“I’ll call Wei Wuxian and let him know you’re staying here tonight,” Nie Huaisang offered. He glanced furtively at Nie Mingjue. “You can have the guest room. A-Yu can share my room.”
“That will spare me being woken up in the wee hours by the pitter patter of little feet sneaking between rooms,” Nie Mingjue agreed calmly.
Nie Huaisang shrieked, instantly blushing a furious scarlet. “Da-ge!”
Nie Mingjue shook his head. “Make the call, A-Sang. Xuanyu, Cheng, are you two up for a movie before bed?”
“I really just want to lay down,” Jiang Cheng confessed. “I’m beat,” he grinned, lop-sidedly. “Literally.”
Nie Huaisang pulled his phone out and called Wei Wuxian. He put it on speaker. Wei Wuxian answered on the fifth ring.
“Huaisang?” Wei Wuxian sounded breathy. “What’s up?”
Then he squealed. “Lan Zhan! Stop! Who knew you were a biter?”
“My Wei Ying.”
Jiang Cheng stared at the phone. “What the fuck?”
Dead silence. Then Wei Wuxian said, “A-Cheng?”
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