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[#174] A Model Model (MDZS)
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Theme Prompt: #174 - Rumor
Title: A Model Model
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, some salacious conversation
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Jiang Cheng gets a call from a friend and they have a nice chat. He gets a tempting job offer.
When Nie Huaisang’s name popped up on the caller ID, Jiang Cheng almost didn’t answer the phone. He was having a great day. The weather was beautiful, he’d just finished cleaning his apartment. He and his husky, Daffodil, were enjoying treats on the balcony.
But Huaisang was his best friend and Jiang Cheng hadn’t actually talked to anyone from home in over a month. So he answered.
“Please don’t be calling me about drama,” he pleaded. “I’m having a good day.”
Huaisang was silent, a rarity. Then his merry laughter, very like the bird song he so enjoyed, echoed through the phone. Jiang Cheng sighed in relief.
“The rumors of imminent disaster are greatly exaggerated, Jiang Cheng,” Huaisang assured him. “I’m just calling to say hi. It’s been awhile.”
Jiang Cheng settled into his comfy patio chair and flipped another peanut butter biscuit into the air. Daffodil snatched it out of the air and set to work gnawing it to death with happy little puppy grumbles. She was almost two but still liked to grr and grumble at her treats. It was adorable.
“It has been,” he agreed, replying to Huaisang. “How is everything? Your next fashion show is in the fall, right? Have you decided between Paris and Milan?”
Nie Huaisang laughed again. “Wow, Jiang Cheng, you paid attention, last time we talked! And remembered! I’m flattered!”
Jiang Cheng huffed. “You’re my best friend. Of course.”
“I’m touched.”
“Shut up.”
“That would make for a very boring phone call, Jiang Cheng. How about I answer your question, instead? The answer to your question is neither! I’m doing my own show. Here! Well. In Singapore. But it’s closer to here than Milan,” Nie Huaisang chirped, adding just a little derision on the last word. “Would you be interested in modeling?”
Jiang Cheng nearly choked. “Me? On an actual, real runway? Huaisang, are you high?”
“You’ve modeled before!”
“Yeah! For your college show and, like, one commercial, five years ago.”
“At least you have experience. You should hear the rumors about this season’s talent,” Nie Huaisang whined. “I swear, Jiang Cheng, these models act like they all have slinkies for spines. Or scoliosis.”
“Your silver tongue isn’t going to talk me in to this. Don’t even try,” Jiang Cheng warned. “No spotlight. Never again. Not after last time.”
Nie Huaisang sighed, long-suffering and dejected. “Would you at least come and maybe help backstage? Organize the wardrobe, maybe? No one does it like you.”
“I love that the only time you call me is to ask me for favors,” Jiang Cheng groused. “What am I to you, huh?”
“My big brother is back,” Huaisang said, ignoring the question. “He’s done in the USA. He’ll be home this week. If you start helping me now, then you have months and months to spend with us. Ending in a vacation in Singapore. Tell me you aren’t interested.”
“I’m not interested,” Jiang Cheng said.
Nie Huaisang gasped, horrified. “You’re lying! You’ve been in love with my brother since we were ten!”
“I have,” Jiang Cheng agreed, feeling he was owed a few gremlin moments. “You told me to say it. You didn’t say I had to mean it.”
“You!” Huaisang sputtered on the other end of the phone. “You’re a menace!”
“Yes. Yes I am. Don’t forget it. Still want my help?”
“Yes! I’ll even pay you. By the hour and everything. I’ll put you on my label’s payroll. If you’re a menace to me, then everyone else will be too terrified of you to give me anymore headaches.”
Jiang Cheng massaged his forehead. “Huaisang. Are the models pushing you around again?”
“No. I keep firing them because they piss me off.”
“Honestly? Valid.”
“We have four smaller shows leading up to the big one in Singapore and the first one is in a month, Jiang Cheng. I’m going to commit murder at this rate.”
“So pack a shovel, is what you’re telling me.”
“Pack quick lime and whatever acid it is that dissolves bones.”
“Wow.”
“Da-ge won’t help me hide the bodies, Jiang Cheng. I need you.”
Jiang Cheng had to laugh. “He’d help you. He’d just complain the whole time. Still, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I still want to spend some time with you guys away from the run way.”
“You want that Da-ge dick,” Huaisang corrected, laughing.
“Ew, Huaisang, that’s your brother, how can you say that?”
Daffodil looked up at Jiang Cheng’s distressed tone, wuffing in curiosity. He reached down and scratched behind her ears. Thus mollified, she shook him off and went back to her treat. He had to smile.
“Facts are facts, Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang was saying. “I don’t make the rules. Besides, now that Mo Xuanyu is out on his own and away from his toxic-ass family …”
Jiang Cheng was suddenly interested. “Mr. Five-Friends-With-Benefits-Isn’t-Enough finally found Mr. Right? How much money do you owe me? I told you you were sweet on that kid, in college.”
“Yes, yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.” Nie Huaisang sulked. “It’s not like we were in a place to do anything about it back then. Me and Da-ge were going through our thing. Mo Xuanyu was dealing with his thing.”
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng agreed, remembering the chaos. The Nies had almost lost everything. The Jins had tried to take it all. Just when Mo Xuanyu found out his dad was Jin Guangshan. “That was a hot mess”
“I’m thinking. Now’s a great time to make my move. Since he’s one of the models. The only one I haven’t fired. Haha.”
“Huaisang! You didn’t.” Jiang Cheng groaned.
“I did.”
Jiang Cheng gave up. “I’ll see you in a week.”
Nie Huaisang cheered so loudly, he scared Daffodil, who began to howl.
"I'll be bringing my dog," Jiang Cheng warned.
"Da-ge will love that," Huaisang promised. "Bring ten dogs, just come!"
"I hope I don't regret this."
"You won't. See you soon!" Huaisang hung up.
Jiang Cheng smiled, hopeful.
Theme Prompt: #174 - Rumor
Title: A Model Model
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, some salacious conversation
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Jiang Cheng gets a call from a friend and they have a nice chat. He gets a tempting job offer.
When Nie Huaisang’s name popped up on the caller ID, Jiang Cheng almost didn’t answer the phone. He was having a great day. The weather was beautiful, he’d just finished cleaning his apartment. He and his husky, Daffodil, were enjoying treats on the balcony.
But Huaisang was his best friend and Jiang Cheng hadn’t actually talked to anyone from home in over a month. So he answered.
“Please don’t be calling me about drama,” he pleaded. “I’m having a good day.”
Huaisang was silent, a rarity. Then his merry laughter, very like the bird song he so enjoyed, echoed through the phone. Jiang Cheng sighed in relief.
“The rumors of imminent disaster are greatly exaggerated, Jiang Cheng,” Huaisang assured him. “I’m just calling to say hi. It’s been awhile.”
Jiang Cheng settled into his comfy patio chair and flipped another peanut butter biscuit into the air. Daffodil snatched it out of the air and set to work gnawing it to death with happy little puppy grumbles. She was almost two but still liked to grr and grumble at her treats. It was adorable.
“It has been,” he agreed, replying to Huaisang. “How is everything? Your next fashion show is in the fall, right? Have you decided between Paris and Milan?”
Nie Huaisang laughed again. “Wow, Jiang Cheng, you paid attention, last time we talked! And remembered! I’m flattered!”
Jiang Cheng huffed. “You’re my best friend. Of course.”
“I’m touched.”
“Shut up.”
“That would make for a very boring phone call, Jiang Cheng. How about I answer your question, instead? The answer to your question is neither! I’m doing my own show. Here! Well. In Singapore. But it’s closer to here than Milan,” Nie Huaisang chirped, adding just a little derision on the last word. “Would you be interested in modeling?”
Jiang Cheng nearly choked. “Me? On an actual, real runway? Huaisang, are you high?”
“You’ve modeled before!”
“Yeah! For your college show and, like, one commercial, five years ago.”
“At least you have experience. You should hear the rumors about this season’s talent,” Nie Huaisang whined. “I swear, Jiang Cheng, these models act like they all have slinkies for spines. Or scoliosis.”
“Your silver tongue isn’t going to talk me in to this. Don’t even try,” Jiang Cheng warned. “No spotlight. Never again. Not after last time.”
Nie Huaisang sighed, long-suffering and dejected. “Would you at least come and maybe help backstage? Organize the wardrobe, maybe? No one does it like you.”
“I love that the only time you call me is to ask me for favors,” Jiang Cheng groused. “What am I to you, huh?”
“My big brother is back,” Huaisang said, ignoring the question. “He’s done in the USA. He’ll be home this week. If you start helping me now, then you have months and months to spend with us. Ending in a vacation in Singapore. Tell me you aren’t interested.”
“I’m not interested,” Jiang Cheng said.
Nie Huaisang gasped, horrified. “You’re lying! You’ve been in love with my brother since we were ten!”
“I have,” Jiang Cheng agreed, feeling he was owed a few gremlin moments. “You told me to say it. You didn’t say I had to mean it.”
“You!” Huaisang sputtered on the other end of the phone. “You’re a menace!”
“Yes. Yes I am. Don’t forget it. Still want my help?”
“Yes! I’ll even pay you. By the hour and everything. I’ll put you on my label’s payroll. If you’re a menace to me, then everyone else will be too terrified of you to give me anymore headaches.”
Jiang Cheng massaged his forehead. “Huaisang. Are the models pushing you around again?”
“No. I keep firing them because they piss me off.”
“Honestly? Valid.”
“We have four smaller shows leading up to the big one in Singapore and the first one is in a month, Jiang Cheng. I’m going to commit murder at this rate.”
“So pack a shovel, is what you’re telling me.”
“Pack quick lime and whatever acid it is that dissolves bones.”
“Wow.”
“Da-ge won’t help me hide the bodies, Jiang Cheng. I need you.”
Jiang Cheng had to laugh. “He’d help you. He’d just complain the whole time. Still, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I still want to spend some time with you guys away from the run way.”
“You want that Da-ge dick,” Huaisang corrected, laughing.
“Ew, Huaisang, that’s your brother, how can you say that?”
Daffodil looked up at Jiang Cheng’s distressed tone, wuffing in curiosity. He reached down and scratched behind her ears. Thus mollified, she shook him off and went back to her treat. He had to smile.
“Facts are facts, Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang was saying. “I don’t make the rules. Besides, now that Mo Xuanyu is out on his own and away from his toxic-ass family …”
Jiang Cheng was suddenly interested. “Mr. Five-Friends-With-Benefits-Isn’t-Enough finally found Mr. Right? How much money do you owe me? I told you you were sweet on that kid, in college.”
“Yes, yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.” Nie Huaisang sulked. “It’s not like we were in a place to do anything about it back then. Me and Da-ge were going through our thing. Mo Xuanyu was dealing with his thing.”
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng agreed, remembering the chaos. The Nies had almost lost everything. The Jins had tried to take it all. Just when Mo Xuanyu found out his dad was Jin Guangshan. “That was a hot mess”
“I’m thinking. Now’s a great time to make my move. Since he’s one of the models. The only one I haven’t fired. Haha.”
“Huaisang! You didn’t.” Jiang Cheng groaned.
“I did.”
Jiang Cheng gave up. “I’ll see you in a week.”
Nie Huaisang cheered so loudly, he scared Daffodil, who began to howl.
"I'll be bringing my dog," Jiang Cheng warned.
"Da-ge will love that," Huaisang promised. "Bring ten dogs, just come!"
"I hope I don't regret this."
"You won't. See you soon!" Huaisang hung up.
Jiang Cheng smiled, hopeful.
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*happy dances*
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