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

Contemporary

"You are so embarrassing!" Jiang Cheng was yelling at him, who had to borrow one of Wangji's pants to finish the practice.

"I know right? The pants were so long. He's too tall for his own good," Wei Ying replied, sipping on orange juice from a child's juice box.

"I meant your falling. Who told you to wear those pants?"

"The aesthetic gods."

"Kill them."

"Jiang Cheng! That's treason. You'll have ugly clothes for the rest of your life. Starting now. Why would you wear that coat? It's so..."

"It's so...what? Is it bad?" Jiang Cheng started taking his coat off, throwing it at his brother. Wei Ying stuck his arms through the holes and smiled.

"Do I look like an idol yet?"

"Oh, shut up! Gimme' that," he yelled, tugging on the sleeve. Just then, Huaisang came out with some ice.

"Hi, brother Wei, I was wondering after you slipped on your zipper, if you needed ice. I brought some for your knee." The shorter man boy went to sit beside Wei Ying, handing it to him, his voice small and shy. Wei Ying did slip, when the routine required that they were on their knees. His zipper not only put a hole in his knee, it sent him rolling forward until his chest hit the ground. He found the entire thing hilarious because he wasn't allowed to practice until he was better. Manager Lan was furious.

"Thanks, Huaisang, what a pal," Wei Ying said, putting the bagged ice on his knee, earning a glare from Jiang Cheng on his right.

"Those routines are so hard. It's no wonder you fell. Maybe we can help each other out. I'm possibly the worst dancer here."

"You can't be that bad if they keep you," Wei Ying laughed.

"Oh no, brother Xichen knows my brother, Mingjue. My brother paid management to let me in."

"Like the Nie Minjue? The CEO? That's your brother?"

"Yep! Brother Xichen hasn't accepted any of the money, but he took me in gladly, because they're good friends."

"Company took it. Only reason he's still here," Jiang Cheng remarked, unphased by the harshness of his words. Huaisang wasn't affected either, just nodding at it.

"Well if anyone's going first, it'll be me," laughed Wei Ying. "I'm not here to stay long anyways. I have bigger dreams."

"Bigger than Lan Xichen?" Huaisang asked, amazed.

"One day! I'm going to form a metal band and be even bigger than brother Xichen! Until then, I'm going to be the top dancer."

He heard footsteps behind him, turning to see Lan Wangji walking away after hearing what he had just said. Huaisang stared at Wei Ying, frozen with terror, but the metalhead merely shrugged. If anyone had a problem with his dreams, they could come to him personally.

He came face first with it when he returned to the studio under Manager Lan's orders. One man, face slanted with refusal, stared directly at Wei Ying. His hair was light brown, rather short, not even past his ears. It was a bit spikey, and many could've called him handsome if they stared for a long time. Wei Ying took a glance and decided that he was ugly.

"Just who do you think you are?" The man asked, though Wei Ying was sure they were both nobodies in the industry.

"The grease on your pan. Wen Chao, right? Look, I know you're worried about my knee but don't lose face, Chao Chao. I'm all better," Wei Ying joked, walking past him without glancing back. Without sparing him another look, he simply said, "places."