The Writer's Scheme (BJYX FanFic) - Completed

17: What His Mouth Kept in Secret

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Lan Wangji arrived at Wuxian's home, sneaking in as the angry Jiang Cheng exited the premise. He found Yubin leaving Wuxian's bedroom, arm casted in a stiff plaster, while traces of misfortune in the form of bruises and scratches adorned his forlorn face.

The polite man bowed at the young Detective, surprised by the sudden visit, yet said nothing. Wangji's mind was too clouded with apprehension and worry, he almost ignored Wen Ning's presence, and instead rushed to open Wuxian's door. But it was locked from the inside.

"He does not want any disturbance tonight, Detective Lan." Wen Ning kindly supplied which made the other more frantic.

"I know you have the key. Open it!" Wangji commanded in a fury haste.

The Master's key came to his vision from Wen Ning's tiny hand. Dangling. Clinking. Teasing. Wangji aimed for it but the butler pulled back defiantly. "Are you ready to own the consequences, Detective?" He warned with an unsmiling face, but Wangji was keen to his purpose. He nodded, strong-willed and never been so sure in his entire life.

Wen Ning seemed satisfied, hiding a smile, as he tossed the key to Wangji before he walked away quietly.

Wangji immediately rammed through the keyhole and bolted the door open.

It was dark. His first step on the rough surface gave him a sinking suspicion of how terrible the days had been to his Wei Ying since he had last stayed with him. As Wangji's eyes adapted to the dimness, he had taken in the mess of what the grand sleeping quarter had become. Papers and books were ripped off and scattered around, broken wares strewn on the floor, shattered glasses and bottles were everywhere, even the heavy furnitures were tumbled upside down.

Wangji's anxiety grew and he was bitterly gutted with guilt and self-blame.

Subsequently, he saw light peeking through a slit of a nearby door. With silent and careful steps, Wangji approached and pushed the door wide open.

What graced his sight was Wuxian soaked in the marble tub, upturned empty bottles of champagne and wines surrounded him and decorated his vicinity, while the man's eyes were closed like he was just sleeping.

Wangji rushed in, cupping Wuxian's cheeks, urging him to wake up. "Wei Wuxian!" He called, heart in his throat.

Long lashes fluttered and the slit of the almond eyes opened. Wei Wuxian's eyes were red. His lids a bit puffy. Nonetheless, still a face to admire. The way his eyes were hooded and unfocused only meant what those alcohols did. He was drunk. Too drunk. And yet when he opened his eyes a little more, his vision only lurked on the remaining portion of wine from his drinking bottle.

He pushed himself forward, brushing Wangji off to reach for his booze. When he had the glass in his hand, his eyes caught the pair of amber irises staring at him. His head tilted in contempt. "Your presence is uncalled for. Get lost." He said, voice hoarse, tone unanimated and exhausted as he tipped the liquid into his mouth and shut his eyes back close.

"Wei Ying!" Wangji beseeched, mindlessly uttering the endearment name he had tucked away in his heart. He was hurt yet driven, clutching Wuxian's wrist on his hand, urging for those inky orbs to look at him once more.

Wei Wuxian started to laugh out loud like a maniac. His voice echoed eeriely, ringing into Wangji's ears. It doesn't sound like a happy laugh one bit. It was mocking. Mocking Wangji why he was there when he made it clear that he hated Wuxian and does not need him.