I Am The Yiling Patriarch (Mo Dao Zu Shi AU)

Pathetic

Everything happened quickly, but the processing of Lan Xichen's face came rather slowly in Wei Ying's mind. It wasn't that he didn't know what the man looked like, but seeing him, he was like every other beautiful man. There were products for that. Wei Ying was hastily brought through backroom hallways, doors flashing past him, his feet following obediently though he had no idea what was going on. Maybe room 107 was off limits and he was being brought to security.

"Uncle, forget the auditions. I found the last member. It's him. I want him," Xichen quickly blurted out to Lan Qiren. The man was in the middle of yelling at the back up dancers to get their routine together and asses up for they had rested long enough. He turned around almost relieved to see Xichen return to speak some sense into them when the image of Wei Ying seemed to suck his soul out.

"Him?" He asked, his face scrunched with obvious disapproval.

"Oh, Jiang Cheng!" Wei Ying ignored the man completely, waving at his brother who was standing in the second row of the formation. Jiang Cheng could've turned red from embarrassment when his ears collected what Xichen had said.

"Brother Xichen! I apologize with my literal life," Jiang Cheng said, coming over as he bowed. "That's my..."

"Why apologize Wanyin? Do you know this young man? If anyone should be apologizing it's me," Xichen said, looking towards Wei Ying who ate up everyone's expressions once again. The other dancers looked bewildered to see him.

"My name is Lan Xichen. What is your name?" He asked the red streaked young man. The name should've sparked something, something like admiration and applause, but instead Wei Ying simply smiled and put out his hand.

"WuXian. You can call me Wei Ying if you'd like. If you must know, Jiang Cheng over there is my brother." At this, a huge grin plastered its way across Wei Ying's features, knowing full well that Jiang Cheng would murder him later on.

"Oh? Wanyin is one of my most treasured recruitments. He's second and in line for lead."

"Second? But I'm not even here," Wei Ying commented, a sneaky look under his nose. He looked around for the culprit when his eyes landed on someone who looked to have the best products in all of humanity. A young man with longer black hair, about shoulder length, was wiping his glasses on his pristine white shirt. Light didn't seem to take to his eyes, in much the manner that it seemed to dodge Wei Ying's as well. His demeanor was withdrawn, confident, and distant all at once. And he looked exactly like Lan XiChen.

"Yes, my lead dancer is my brother, Lan Wangji, or Lan Zhan. Don't be shy, Wanji, come say hello," Xichen said. Without his glasses on however, Wanji could barely make out their features let alone introduce himself professionally. He placed his glasses on and took in Wei Ying's image before he simply nodded, something he would have never done to anyone else.

He hates me, Wei Ying thought, swallowing his laughter. Even Wei Ying had heard of the lead dancer Lan Wangji. He just never thought he'd look as perfectly polished as his brother. Xichen furrowed his eyebrows at his brother's rude behavior.

"Everyone, this will be the last recruitment to the team. Jiang Wuxian will be the final member of the back up crew. Everyone, please work together from now on," he said, in place of asking Wanji what was wrong.

"Wei Wuxian," Wei Ying said, correcting him, an unaffected smile on his lips. "I'm the disgrace brother."

Lan Wangji's eyebrow seemed to implicate that it twitched, though no one was really sure but Xichen who smiled even brighter.

"So sorry about that. I'm sure that isn't the case, brother Wei. If you'd like, I'd really love for you to be a part of the team."

"But I haven't auditioned."