The Writer's Scheme (BJYX FanFic) - Completed

30: Wangji's Secret

Lan Xi Chen's body thrashed against the wall, his scruff pinned in a tight grip by the little baby brother of his, whom he had never seen so wrathful.

He looked at Wangji, hurt more severe seeing the range of emotions playing on those molten gold orbs, the same pair of eyes as their mother's.

"Why?! Why did you do it?!" Wangji gritted fighting the urge to land a punch against his own brother's face. "Why brother?!" He choked out as relentless tears rimmed his eyelids.

The older gave himself defeatedly over to tears and heartbreak he had been quielty carrying on his own in the past twelve years. Letting it all go, Xi Chen mumbled with a soft look, "Because he's the reason why our parents died."

Wangji almost lost his balance with the impact of the words said. The mention of their parents was his greatest weakness, their accident, his worst nightmare, while Wuxian's inclusion in that ordeal was more than what his heart can take.

He waved Xi Chen away, pulling himself afar while retreating inwards, as the truth spilled right on his face.

Xi Chen, although feeling sympathy, held nothing more. He freely let the past re-run and be retold as they were seen by him. From the accident, the police findings, how their parents died in his incapable hands while Wuxian survived and continued to live. "If Wuxian did not unduly drove that car! If he wasn't the heir of the Wei's! We wouldn't have lost both Mom and Dad!" This was the cruelty Xi Chen had spared Wangji throughout the years, but finally, at last, he had shared this burden wholly and honestly for his brother to weigh and judge on his own.

Still, it didn't felt right.

The older Lan compassionately watched how his brother was crushed, how he wobbled and legs buckled. He wanted to collect him in his arms for some comfort, but can he still do it? Is he still allowed to do it? Xi Chen was shattered: head bowed down, shoulder hunched while he silently cried for their misfortunes and griefs.

The younger was no good either. Wangji ungracefully crumpled on the floor, mind getting numb from all the inconceivable facts that stabbed right though him. His eyes remained glazed and glassy, blank and dilated, visualising the bloodied and lifeless bodies of their mom and dad. His tears streaked down uncontrolled. He choked on his cries and felt like drowning from the lack of breath. Wangji wanted pull his heart and lungs out to stop this agony.

His body pitifully slumped at a corner, vivid recollections playing in his head. For what it's worth, the day he had last seen his parents alive came to memory and his mind wandered off as he relived them.

He can still feel the slight tickle from his mom's lips kissing him in the forehead and the warmth of her body as she hugged him dearly. "Be a good boy and wait for us, baby, alright?"

"Come home quick!" The 12 years old Wangji buried his face on his mom's neck, not wanting to let them go.

"We sure will, my boy! We will be back before you know it." His father kissed him on the forehead too, and the two adults waved him goodbye walking hand in hand towards their white car.

'They did not fulfill their promise! They did not come back!' Wangji bitterly cried, closing his eyes as the flashback of his brother coming home unkempt and full of blood on his usually pristine white robes kneeled on his front and hugged him while crying his heart out. "They're gone. They're not coming back. Mom and Dad, they've left us."

There, in that moment, their lives changed forever. The brothers rarely meet. While Xi Chen hardly goes home and turned workaholic, the warm Wangji turned cold and impassive building his emotional and mental defense walls that none ever since had managed to break through.