FANDOM: Mo Dao Zu Shi
PAIRING: Lan WangJi / Wei WuXian
NOTE: Modern AU; High school students Lan WangJi x Wei WuXian; both 15; light-hearted slice-of-life.
A/N: Daily update until the end of the story.
A story of two high school boys learning how to take care of an injured kitten.
They came out fairly early, earlier than how Wei WuXian usually would. Lan WangJi had thought that Wei WuXian would grumble about it but surprisingly, Wei WuXian said no words, simply following Lan WangJi out of the door when Lan WangJi showed signs of leaving first. Lan WangJi wanted to ask, or, to tell him that he can take his time but he’s reminded of his own role and suddenly, it didn’t feel appropriate for him to say it anymore.
So in the end, they walked together, side-by-side, shoulders frequently bumping into each other, on the road heading towards school.
“Lan Zhan, look,” Wei WuXian called out to him while they walked. Following his gaze, Lan WangJi found himself staring at two students from their own school, a boy and a girl, holding hands while they walked in front of them.
Lan WangJi felt heat rising to his face.
“Won’t Prefect Lan do anything about it?” Wei WuXian smirked as he gave him a narrowed gaze.
Lan WangJi coughed softly and looked away, yet the pink on his ears was still prominent as he said, “Students can do anything they want outside the school grounds. I don’t have the rights to discipline students when they’re not in school.”
“Not even when it’s something like this?” Wei WuXian nodded his head towards the direction of the young couple again. Lan WangJi said nothing, but that’s already an answer of its own.
Chuckling, Wei WuXian sneakily edged towards Lan WangJi, coming so close to him that Lan WangJi can physically feel the warm air pulsing from the radiant boy by his side. He wanted to look at Wei WuXian — give him a glare, maybe — but at the same time, the nerves in his body seemed to have tensed up as he can’t bring himself to do anything at all, let alone sending a gaze at Wei WuXian’s direction. Despite so, he can still tell how Wei WuXian was inching closer and closer and closer towards him and then, suddenly, he felt warmth on his own fingers, then his own palm.
He was petrified.
Wei WuXian was touching his fingers; he started off teasingly, experimentally, simply poking on the fingers, and upon seeing that Lan WangJi wasn’t reacting too badly, Wei WuXian had then proceeded to press his own palm against Lan WangJi’s palm.
Lan WangJi thought one of the nerves in his brain had snapped. He spun around, catching sight of Wei WuXian’s dazzling beam.
“I’ve always wondered how would it feel like to hold your hand. Since you said you won’t take action if it’s holding hands outside the school grounds, then surely you can close an eye to me holding your hand too, right?”
“E-Even so, you should not hold another person’s hand carelessly,” Lan WangJi stuttered, a rare reaction of its own. But that fake-stern tone only had Wei WuXian chuckling out loud.
“I don’t hold another person’s hand carelessly. I’ve never even held a girl’s hand before! I only want to hold your hand.”
Lan WangJi’s breathing became heavier.
“As expected, your hand is soft and very warm. Just that, you’re too stiff, don’t you think?” Wei WuXian said with a delightful grin. He took Lan WangJi’s hand up, showing him holding onto his hand, and then, one by one, he folded Lan WangJi’s fingers against his own, intertwining their fingers together.
“This is how you should be holding another person’s hand when they hold yours,” Wei WuXian said. “I don’t know if you’ll be getting a girlfriend anytime soon but if you do, then maybe you won’t get awkward when you’re holding hands.”
“I’m not getting a girlfriend,” Lan WangJi said.
Wei WuXian looked at him; he’s not surprised, nor was he curious. Simply smiling, he said, “Why not?”
“Could it be that… you already have one then?” Wei WuXian pressed on.
Lan WangJi shook his head. Wei WuXian wasn’t giving up either.
“Lan Zhan, if you don’t tell me, then don’t blame me I if come for you.”
Lan WangJi returned his gaze, stunned, just to see that Wei WuXian was staring fervently into his eyes.
“Don’t look at me like you’re surprised. Haven’t you noticed already? You don’t have a girlfriend now, you don’t intend to get one either, that’s what you said, right?” Wei WuXian asked. Lan WangJi swallowed down his throat, a bit overwhelmed at what Wei WuXian was trying to get at.
“In that case, you’re single and opened for choices, and that means I can come for you too, I can be one of your choices,” Wei WuXian followed. “Is that right, Lan Zhan?”
Lan WangJi looked away, but that mere gesture only had Wei WuXian clutching his hand tighter as he continued,
“Do you have anyone you like?”
“Why—“ Lan WangJi blurted.
“Just answer me, Lan Zhan,” Wei WuXian said.
After a while, Lan WangJi nodded. He felt Wei WuXian’s hand shudder in his.
“Do I… know who it is?” Wei WuXian continued asking then. Lan WangJi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Wei WuXian observed his reaction and pulled a weak smile.
“I do, right? I know the person.”
Wei WuXian faltered. Lan WangJi’s voice was firm and steady when he called his name. He thought he’d angered him. He thought he’d crossed a line he shouldn’t. Awkward, he scratched the back of his head with a free hand.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so persistent. I’m just curious, you know? You’re my best friend. We grew up together, I just thought I could be happy for you or even help you if you need it. Even if, well, I can no longer be a choice.”
While he said that, he loosened his grip on Lan WangJi’s hand, wanting to take his hand off Lan WangJi’s hand, just for Lan WangJi to grasp it back, not letting him go.
“Hey, don’t be angry. I understand now. You—“
“Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi repeated, his eyes were stern on Wei WuXian’s and it had chills running all over Wei WuXian’s body. Sure, he’s so used to teasing Lan WangJi that he’d intentionally and unintentionally angered him a couple of times but this was the first time he saw Lan WangJi looking at him with such a serious gaze that he’s starting to feel like he had done some sort of mistake that was unforgivable to Lan WangJi. This was a personal matter after all. Even if he was Lan WangJi’s best friend, he… he shouldn’t force it on him like that.
It made him feel bad.
“I’m sorry, Lan Zhan, I—“ he attempted to apologise.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan repeated. Wei WuXian shut up, decided that he might as well keep quiet to avoid more offences. They’d stopped walking, left standing in the middle of the road, still holding hands.
Then, Lan WangJi said, his voice as stern as before, yet determined and certain,
“Wei Ying — is the person I like.”