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[#178] Anger Management (MDZS)
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Theme Prompt: Challenge 178 Anger Management
Title: Anger Management
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: 17+ / Heated words.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Things are moving along. Jiang Cheng is taking inventory. But some of the garments are missing. What the heck??
Jiang Cheng frowned, comparing the garments on the rack to the list in his hand. Three entire ensembles were definitely missing, accessories and all. He looked around the dressing area, eyes narrowing in speculation.
The allotted area was, of course, cramped. Even given that they’d put together the set from scratch. Naturally, as much space as possible had to be given to the runway and seating. So very little space was left backstage for anything to hide.
However, there were a few curtained alcoves in the very back of the space. Nie Huaisang had insisted on them as a nod to body shyness and modesty. Jiang Cheng was skeptical that there would be time to even use them during the show but he hadn’t argued. Seasoned models typically weren’t shy but Huaisang didn’t have seasoned models at the moment. He just had his friends and his brother.
Jiang Cheng inspected each alcove, surprised to find each one big enough for two people, with a padded bench running the length of the space and a full-length mirror on the far wall. There was even a rolling stool in each one, and hooks to hang the garment bags. It was downright suspicious that they were so well appointed. He made a note to ask Nie Huaisang what he was planning later.
As he reached for the curtain to the last alcove, Nie Mingjue drew it aside with a sharp jerk and emerged. The bigger man nearly knocked Jiang Cheng over in his haste to leave the small space.
Jiang Cheng quickly stepped to the side, peering around the tall man. Inside the alcove were three empty garment bags hung on a hook. The clothes themselves had been hurled into the floor. Even from where he stood, he could see torn seams and distorted fabric.
It wasn’t even a thought to shove Nie Mingjue aside and dash inside to assess the damage. These outfits were distinct from the others in that they involved pants and not layers of gauzy skirts or robes like some of Huaisang’s other creations. Which was probably why Nie Mingjue had thought they were meant for him.
In reality, they had been intended for Jiang Cheng. Nie Mingjue’s outfits were still being prepared by Huaisang. But all of these were ruined. Nie Mingjue had tried, in vain, to force his larger frame into clothing at least two sizes smaller than he could comfortably wear. With disastrous results.
Logically, Jiang Cheng understood what had happened. Emotionally, he was pissed. He’d been excited to wear such beautiful outfits. He’d wanted to look handsome and show off in front of Nie Mingjue. He’d wanted to do his best to make Huaisang’s hard work a success.
And now? Huaisang’s efforts were trashed. Jiang Cheng’s chance to present himself at his best was gone. His ten minutes to have everyone look at him was gone. It was stupid to be so angry.
He was so angry.
Ever since he’d arrived, Nie Mingjue had barely said ten words to him. The older Nie had barely been in the same room as him, except to fight with Huaisang over who knew what. And now this! Everyone had been working so hard to make Huaisang’s show a success.
Except Nie Mingjue, who either didn’t want Jiang Cheng around. Or just really didn’t want to be there at all, himself. Either way, Jiang Cheng couldn’t even stand the sight of him at the moment.
He gathered up the ruined clothing, sorting each sad little pile into the correct ensemble and then onto the appropriate hanger, before putting it back into the garment bag. Huaisang was going to need to see these. They couldn’t be salvaged for the runway, but perhaps they could be used as a pattern or the foundation for another piece.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Nie Mingjue asked, as Jiang Cheng brushed past him.
“Like what?”
Jiang Cheng gathered up everything he needed. The show was only a few days away. There were dozens of tasks that needed accomplished but he was done for the day. It was nearly midnight anyhow. Huaisang would still be awake, tossing back espresso and biting his fingernails while he debated on which order his creations would be best displayed in.
Nie Mingjue cleared his throat. “You aren’t going to yell at me about the costumes?”
“Costumes.” Jiang Cheng clenched his jaw. “Like this is all just a game of dress-up dolls or something?” He stopped talking and breathed, slowly.
In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Just like his anger management classes from so long ago had taught him. Slowly.
“I’m sorry. Huaisang promised everything would be fine but I just wanted to know how stupid I was going to look in advance but the stuff didn’t even fit,” Nie Mingjue said, his voice starting off genuinely apologetic and trailing off into petulance. “Not even close.”
Jiang Cheng gave up on breathing. He stomped over to Nie Mingjue and gave him a good shove. “They were my outfits! Not yours! Yours aren’t even done yet! My name is on all the hangers! You ruined the outfits Huaisang made for me wear.”
Nie Mingjue glared at him and got right up in his face. “Don’t push me. I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know how this stupid fashion stuff works.”
“Well maybe if you’d ask instead of only showing up to fight with Huaisang about heavens know what and actually take an interest in your only brother’s passion and livelihood then you’d have a fucking clue, wouldn’t you?” Jiang Cheng spat, nose-to-nose with the bigger man and not caring.
Then he remembered who he was talking to. His best friend’s big brother and only immediate family. His life-long crush.
Jiang Cheng stepped away, gathered up the ruined outfits and his belongings and left the venue. He shut the lights off as he went, leaving Nie Mingjue alone in the dark. And he didn’t feel bad about it at all.
Theme Prompt: Challenge 178 Anger Management
Title: Anger Management
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: 17+ / Heated words.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Things are moving along. Jiang Cheng is taking inventory. But some of the garments are missing. What the heck??
Jiang Cheng frowned, comparing the garments on the rack to the list in his hand. Three entire ensembles were definitely missing, accessories and all. He looked around the dressing area, eyes narrowing in speculation.
The allotted area was, of course, cramped. Even given that they’d put together the set from scratch. Naturally, as much space as possible had to be given to the runway and seating. So very little space was left backstage for anything to hide.
However, there were a few curtained alcoves in the very back of the space. Nie Huaisang had insisted on them as a nod to body shyness and modesty. Jiang Cheng was skeptical that there would be time to even use them during the show but he hadn’t argued. Seasoned models typically weren’t shy but Huaisang didn’t have seasoned models at the moment. He just had his friends and his brother.
Jiang Cheng inspected each alcove, surprised to find each one big enough for two people, with a padded bench running the length of the space and a full-length mirror on the far wall. There was even a rolling stool in each one, and hooks to hang the garment bags. It was downright suspicious that they were so well appointed. He made a note to ask Nie Huaisang what he was planning later.
As he reached for the curtain to the last alcove, Nie Mingjue drew it aside with a sharp jerk and emerged. The bigger man nearly knocked Jiang Cheng over in his haste to leave the small space.
Jiang Cheng quickly stepped to the side, peering around the tall man. Inside the alcove were three empty garment bags hung on a hook. The clothes themselves had been hurled into the floor. Even from where he stood, he could see torn seams and distorted fabric.
It wasn’t even a thought to shove Nie Mingjue aside and dash inside to assess the damage. These outfits were distinct from the others in that they involved pants and not layers of gauzy skirts or robes like some of Huaisang’s other creations. Which was probably why Nie Mingjue had thought they were meant for him.
In reality, they had been intended for Jiang Cheng. Nie Mingjue’s outfits were still being prepared by Huaisang. But all of these were ruined. Nie Mingjue had tried, in vain, to force his larger frame into clothing at least two sizes smaller than he could comfortably wear. With disastrous results.
Logically, Jiang Cheng understood what had happened. Emotionally, he was pissed. He’d been excited to wear such beautiful outfits. He’d wanted to look handsome and show off in front of Nie Mingjue. He’d wanted to do his best to make Huaisang’s hard work a success.
And now? Huaisang’s efforts were trashed. Jiang Cheng’s chance to present himself at his best was gone. His ten minutes to have everyone look at him was gone. It was stupid to be so angry.
He was so angry.
Ever since he’d arrived, Nie Mingjue had barely said ten words to him. The older Nie had barely been in the same room as him, except to fight with Huaisang over who knew what. And now this! Everyone had been working so hard to make Huaisang’s show a success.
Except Nie Mingjue, who either didn’t want Jiang Cheng around. Or just really didn’t want to be there at all, himself. Either way, Jiang Cheng couldn’t even stand the sight of him at the moment.
He gathered up the ruined clothing, sorting each sad little pile into the correct ensemble and then onto the appropriate hanger, before putting it back into the garment bag. Huaisang was going to need to see these. They couldn’t be salvaged for the runway, but perhaps they could be used as a pattern or the foundation for another piece.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Nie Mingjue asked, as Jiang Cheng brushed past him.
“Like what?”
Jiang Cheng gathered up everything he needed. The show was only a few days away. There were dozens of tasks that needed accomplished but he was done for the day. It was nearly midnight anyhow. Huaisang would still be awake, tossing back espresso and biting his fingernails while he debated on which order his creations would be best displayed in.
Nie Mingjue cleared his throat. “You aren’t going to yell at me about the costumes?”
“Costumes.” Jiang Cheng clenched his jaw. “Like this is all just a game of dress-up dolls or something?” He stopped talking and breathed, slowly.
In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Just like his anger management classes from so long ago had taught him. Slowly.
“I’m sorry. Huaisang promised everything would be fine but I just wanted to know how stupid I was going to look in advance but the stuff didn’t even fit,” Nie Mingjue said, his voice starting off genuinely apologetic and trailing off into petulance. “Not even close.”
Jiang Cheng gave up on breathing. He stomped over to Nie Mingjue and gave him a good shove. “They were my outfits! Not yours! Yours aren’t even done yet! My name is on all the hangers! You ruined the outfits Huaisang made for me wear.”
Nie Mingjue glared at him and got right up in his face. “Don’t push me. I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know how this stupid fashion stuff works.”
“Well maybe if you’d ask instead of only showing up to fight with Huaisang about heavens know what and actually take an interest in your only brother’s passion and livelihood then you’d have a fucking clue, wouldn’t you?” Jiang Cheng spat, nose-to-nose with the bigger man and not caring.
Then he remembered who he was talking to. His best friend’s big brother and only immediate family. His life-long crush.
Jiang Cheng stepped away, gathered up the ruined outfits and his belongings and left the venue. He shut the lights off as he went, leaving Nie Mingjue alone in the dark. And he didn’t feel bad about it at all.
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That's a lot of trust!
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