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[#115] Breaking News Pt.2 (MDZS)
Theme Prompt: #115 - Breaking News
Title: Breaking News Pt. 2
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: M / Modern AU, alittle lot of angst. Graphic language in the beginning. No happy ending for JC/WWX.
Word Count: 1,000
Bonus: Yes.
Summary: Jiang Cheng explains why he showed up soaked to the bone.
Wei Wuxian stared at his phone. “A-Cheng?”
Seated behind him, Lan Wangji froze. There was a clatter on the other end, some muffled cursing and then Nie Huaisang’s voice came back.
“So breaking news,” he snapped. “My former friend is a fucking man whore and a cheater. What the fuck are you thinking, Wei Wuxian? You lock him out and then invite Lan Wangji over for some sloppy seconds?”
“It isn’t like that, Huaisang,” Wei Wuxian protested weakly. “I’m at Lan Zhan’s.”
Lan Wangji winced. He felt guilty and ashamed now, where only minutes ago he had been the most happy and blissful he had ever been in his life. It was a painful shift.
“Then why did you lock Jiang Cheng out? He got here soaked to the skin! He was mugged on the way here. He could be dead in a fucking alley and you wouldn’t even know because you’re busy cheating on him with Lan fucking Wangji! Who I used to think was a decent person.”
“Huaisang, please. Just let me explain,” Wei Wuxian begged. It broke Lan Wangji’s heart. He rested his cheek against Wei Wuxian’s back.
“Jiang Cheng’s been so different lately. I thought he hated me. That he didn’t want me anymore. He won’t even yell at me. Just looks at me and says everything is okay.”
Nie Huaisang swore. “Ever heard of therapy? Obviously not. How about healthy coping mechanisms? I’m sure that’s another new concept.”
“What?” Wei Wuxian was shaking so Lan Wangji hugged him tighter.
It seemed odd and incongruous now, to be sweaty and naked and holding Wei Wuxian while he cried. Lan Wangji didn’t know what to do. He had never been in this situation and he doubted it was one his brother would be willing to provide advice for.
Nie Huaisang didn’t say anything else. In the background, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji could hear Jiang Cheng crying. The racking, heaving sobs sounded as if they were being torn from his body.
“I’m never good enough.” Jiang Cheng’s voice so raw, so wounded. The sentiment searing itself in the air between the phones, cracking with pain.
Lan Wangji froze, the anguish in those words cracking something in his chest. He felt dirty now, the knowledge of what he’d done pained him. It had been his actions that turned Wei Wuxian into a cheater. What had he been thinking? All the joy in being close to Wei Wuxian at last was gone. The transcendent bliss crushed.
“Huaisang, tell me he’s going to be all right,” Wei Wuxian whispered.
Lan Wangji could feel the tremors in Wei Wuxian’s body, could hear the hitch in his breathing. It broke his heart.
“What the fuck do you care?” Nie Huaisang’s retort was a whipcrack. “Da-ge is on his way over there. He is going to get your copy of the apartment key. We are going to pack up Jiang Cheng’s stuff so he can stay with us for awhile. After that, you can get your shit out if there.”
“Huaisang,” Wei Wuxian’s words were a plea. “We can fix this.”
“That seems unlikely. Tell Lan Wangji I’m calling Xichen-ge as soon as I hang up on you. Being a cheating scumbag has to be against at least one of his family’s million rules.”
Lan Wangji shuddered. His uncle was going to be furious. Xichen was going to be so, so disappointed. But he’d understand, that was the worst part. He’d understand.
“Huaisang.”
But the line went dead.
“I’m sorry, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji whispered, holding Wei Wuxian while he cried as broken-hearted as an abandoned child. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Nie Mingjue showed exactly twenty minutes later. He knocked on the door politely, not kicking it down as Lan Wangji had half-expected. Wei Wuxian was still crying in the bed so Lan Wangji got up, pulled on sweats, and fished Wei Wuxian’s key out of his pants.
When he opened the door, Nie Mingjue didn’t say anything, he only held out his hand. The anger, blazing with palpable heat, in his eyes kept Lan Wangji from even trying to talk. What was there to say? He’d made a terrible mistake.
Even so, he could not wholly regret it. Did that make him more of a monster, or less? Lan Wangji wished he knew. He dropped the key in Nie Mingjue’s palm. The older man didn’t acknowledge him in any way, only put the key in his own pocket and walked away.
Lan Wangji watched him go until Nie Mingjue reached the stairwell. Then he closed the door, locked it, and went back to his bedroom. Wei Wuxian was huddled in on himself, tears running down his face. Lan Wangji shucked his clothing and crawled back into the bed, hugging Wei Wuxian.
“I broke his heart,” Wei Wuxian whispered. “We were in love for so long and I just … I just threw it all away the minute things got real. The minute we had a real chance at making things work.”
“I am so sorry.”
“It’s my fault, Lan Zhan. Not yours,” Wei Wuxian said, rolling over and hiding his face against Lan Wangji’s chest. “Hold me?”
Lan Wangji pulled the blanket up over them and tugged Wei Wuxian into the circle of his arms, resting his chin on the top of Wei Wuxian’s head.
When the morning came, they shared a shower and fresh clothes. Then Lan Wangji took Wei Wuxian to his apartment. The key was taped to the door. Dread curled in the pit of Lan Wangji’s stomach as Wei Wuxian peeled the key free and opened the door.
Everything of Jiang Cheng’s was gone, not just a few day’s worth of clothing. His guitars, his books, his fancy cookware; everything in the apartment that had been Jiang Cheng’s was missing. The only thing in the fridge were three jars of opened hot sauce and a jar of equally hot salsa. There were bare spots on the walls, empty shelves, an echoing silence.
Wei Wuxian wept.
Title: Breaking News Pt. 2
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: M / Modern AU, a
Word Count: 1,000
Bonus: Yes.
Summary: Jiang Cheng explains why he showed up soaked to the bone.
Wei Wuxian stared at his phone. “A-Cheng?”
Seated behind him, Lan Wangji froze. There was a clatter on the other end, some muffled cursing and then Nie Huaisang’s voice came back.
“So breaking news,” he snapped. “My former friend is a fucking man whore and a cheater. What the fuck are you thinking, Wei Wuxian? You lock him out and then invite Lan Wangji over for some sloppy seconds?”
“It isn’t like that, Huaisang,” Wei Wuxian protested weakly. “I’m at Lan Zhan’s.”
Lan Wangji winced. He felt guilty and ashamed now, where only minutes ago he had been the most happy and blissful he had ever been in his life. It was a painful shift.
“Then why did you lock Jiang Cheng out? He got here soaked to the skin! He was mugged on the way here. He could be dead in a fucking alley and you wouldn’t even know because you’re busy cheating on him with Lan fucking Wangji! Who I used to think was a decent person.”
“Huaisang, please. Just let me explain,” Wei Wuxian begged. It broke Lan Wangji’s heart. He rested his cheek against Wei Wuxian’s back.
“Jiang Cheng’s been so different lately. I thought he hated me. That he didn’t want me anymore. He won’t even yell at me. Just looks at me and says everything is okay.”
Nie Huaisang swore. “Ever heard of therapy? Obviously not. How about healthy coping mechanisms? I’m sure that’s another new concept.”
“What?” Wei Wuxian was shaking so Lan Wangji hugged him tighter.
It seemed odd and incongruous now, to be sweaty and naked and holding Wei Wuxian while he cried. Lan Wangji didn’t know what to do. He had never been in this situation and he doubted it was one his brother would be willing to provide advice for.
Nie Huaisang didn’t say anything else. In the background, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji could hear Jiang Cheng crying. The racking, heaving sobs sounded as if they were being torn from his body.
“I’m never good enough.” Jiang Cheng’s voice so raw, so wounded. The sentiment searing itself in the air between the phones, cracking with pain.
Lan Wangji froze, the anguish in those words cracking something in his chest. He felt dirty now, the knowledge of what he’d done pained him. It had been his actions that turned Wei Wuxian into a cheater. What had he been thinking? All the joy in being close to Wei Wuxian at last was gone. The transcendent bliss crushed.
“Huaisang, tell me he’s going to be all right,” Wei Wuxian whispered.
Lan Wangji could feel the tremors in Wei Wuxian’s body, could hear the hitch in his breathing. It broke his heart.
“What the fuck do you care?” Nie Huaisang’s retort was a whipcrack. “Da-ge is on his way over there. He is going to get your copy of the apartment key. We are going to pack up Jiang Cheng’s stuff so he can stay with us for awhile. After that, you can get your shit out if there.”
“Huaisang,” Wei Wuxian’s words were a plea. “We can fix this.”
“That seems unlikely. Tell Lan Wangji I’m calling Xichen-ge as soon as I hang up on you. Being a cheating scumbag has to be against at least one of his family’s million rules.”
Lan Wangji shuddered. His uncle was going to be furious. Xichen was going to be so, so disappointed. But he’d understand, that was the worst part. He’d understand.
“Huaisang.”
But the line went dead.
“I’m sorry, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji whispered, holding Wei Wuxian while he cried as broken-hearted as an abandoned child. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Nie Mingjue showed exactly twenty minutes later. He knocked on the door politely, not kicking it down as Lan Wangji had half-expected. Wei Wuxian was still crying in the bed so Lan Wangji got up, pulled on sweats, and fished Wei Wuxian’s key out of his pants.
When he opened the door, Nie Mingjue didn’t say anything, he only held out his hand. The anger, blazing with palpable heat, in his eyes kept Lan Wangji from even trying to talk. What was there to say? He’d made a terrible mistake.
Even so, he could not wholly regret it. Did that make him more of a monster, or less? Lan Wangji wished he knew. He dropped the key in Nie Mingjue’s palm. The older man didn’t acknowledge him in any way, only put the key in his own pocket and walked away.
Lan Wangji watched him go until Nie Mingjue reached the stairwell. Then he closed the door, locked it, and went back to his bedroom. Wei Wuxian was huddled in on himself, tears running down his face. Lan Wangji shucked his clothing and crawled back into the bed, hugging Wei Wuxian.
“I broke his heart,” Wei Wuxian whispered. “We were in love for so long and I just … I just threw it all away the minute things got real. The minute we had a real chance at making things work.”
“I am so sorry.”
“It’s my fault, Lan Zhan. Not yours,” Wei Wuxian said, rolling over and hiding his face against Lan Wangji’s chest. “Hold me?”
Lan Wangji pulled the blanket up over them and tugged Wei Wuxian into the circle of his arms, resting his chin on the top of Wei Wuxian’s head.
When the morning came, they shared a shower and fresh clothes. Then Lan Wangji took Wei Wuxian to his apartment. The key was taped to the door. Dread curled in the pit of Lan Wangji’s stomach as Wei Wuxian peeled the key free and opened the door.
Everything of Jiang Cheng’s was gone, not just a few day’s worth of clothing. His guitars, his books, his fancy cookware; everything in the apartment that had been Jiang Cheng’s was missing. The only thing in the fridge were three jars of opened hot sauce and a jar of equally hot salsa. There were bare spots on the walls, empty shelves, an echoing silence.
Wei Wuxian wept.
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