The Writer's Scheme (BJYX FanFic) - Completed

20: Puppeteer

Bit by bit, Wuxian and Wangji came to understand that they are made to be together. A life without the other is just sad, boring, and monochrome.

The quiet pleasure of sitting besides each other: one's head on the other's shoulder, sometimes hand intertwined, some days all limbs tangled under the covers, no words seemed enough to express the calm and belongingness they feel when they're together.

It was just pure bliss, too perfect, that Lan Wangji sometimes fears that a bad storm is coming.

And that did seemed to have come. The shadows of the dark clouds closed in and a surefire cold rain came one nignt.

"You're out of the writer's stalker case, Detective Lan. Higher up's orders." Jiang Cheng did not elaborate more because Wangji perfectly understood the unsaid words thereafter. That there is a puppeteer behind the curtains in control of the show.

'Wei Wuxian!' Wangji internally seethed.

Among all the billions of people, if there is one single person who truly cares about Wei Ying, it would be none other than Wangji himself. But despite knowing that, Wuxian intervened to stop the Detective from doing what is ought to be done: to capture that stalker and keep his Wei Ying safe.

Wangji was beyond hurt. He was hopeless, was angry and triggered, pride and ego marred.

He came forth to Wuxian with his righteous anger. In terrible spite, he barked roughly, "Explain."

Wuxian was expecting the uproar from the time he had made the decision to cut Wangji off his case, but the hurt he felt hearing Wangji's thunderous voice still wreck a havoc in him. "Lan Zhan..." He called softly but Wangji's face remained contemptuous and cold, getting impatient as seconds tick by.

Wuxian draw a long deep breath, mentally praying, '...please don't hate me.' while his mouth worded, "He is not worth your time. Let it go."

The flaring crimson cheeks of Wangji from wrath turned dead pale as the icy realisation splashed over his senses. His assumption that there was someone tampering the evidences to hide the truth was coming into light. It wasn't a difficult case, but an impossible one. Wangji realised he had missed the forest for the trees. The assaulter was no God, no ghost, either the perfect criminal to erase all traces. Someone is backing him up, protecting him, concealing and altering the evidences before the police would have access to anything tangible. And who else could've have done it except for the first-point contact which is the victim?

"Is it you helping him?" Wangji whispered hardly believing.

Wuxian's eyes held Wangji's questioning gaze, hurt apparent on both sides, but Wuxian simply sealed his mouth with no words to appease the damage he has done. It was his way of shielding Wangji from the pain of knowing the truth. But is its pain less than what his silence is giving Wangji now?

His concealment and secrecy left Wangji completely crestfallen. "Why?" He choked out, eyes glassy, though knowing he won't be receiving an answer. Not on that night, at least.

The atmosphere was heavy, getting unbearable. It was a tough decision to leave just like that without answers, but it was necessary for the young Detective. Wangji was succumbing to emotions he couldn't control, he was afraid he is gonna lose it, say and do things he would later regret.

Therefore, he walked away and all at once, the frosty wind blew harshly and big rain drops fell majestically as he stepped out of Wuxian's home.

"Lan Zhan!" Wuxian followed, keeping a safe distance, though craving to scoot near.

"Go back." Wangji calmly said against the squalls of wet showers. "I need a little time to think." He moved from where he stood, not heeding Wuxian's direction.

"Will you come back?" Wuxian despairingly asked, watching his Lan Zhan's figure halting, having second thoughts.

Wangji's brow frowned and his eyes closed briefly, holding in the hurt that was making new cracks on his still recovering shell. "Mn." Wangji knows he would. His heart still belongs to the man despite it all. He just needs to steam off for awhile and give himself a chance to recover.

Wuxian smiled faintly with hope. "Okay." He said and let Wangji walk astray. 'I'll be waiting, Lan Zhan.'

It's amazing how fast the night changes and how absurd that tomorrow isn't promised.

Wuxian called Wangji the following day more than he could recall but Wangji didn't pick up a single chance. Whether it is intentional or not, it kept Wuxian at the edge.

'Something urgent came up, I'll be overseas for a few days.' Wuxian sent a quick text message before his phone was asked to be switched off as the plane gets ready for take off. His fingers where trembling, dragging on the screen he typed. 'Please don't be too mad at me for too long. I love you, Lan Zhan.'

Neither did the two knew that the storm hasn't really come in yet and the trials are just beginning.

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3-July-2021