#i just wanted wwx to be caught saying he has a juicy ass

[besanii]

Number 20 for the cute meet!!! ♡♡♡ ^///^ thank you!! I'm weak for your writing!! ♡♡♡

#20. You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought.

“A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli calls through the door. “How are you going in there?”

Wei Wuxian stands inside the changeroom, staring at the three very similar-looking tuxedos hanging on the hooks in front of him and feeling more than a little overwhelmed. The last time he’d worn a tux was—actually, he doesn’t think he’s ever worn one before. He’s found the idea of them a little too formal and restrictive for his liking, but he certain can appreciate the aesthetic value of wearing a tuxedo. He does have eyes, after all.

He picks up the closest one, in a deep shade of purple that looks almost black, with detailing on the black lapels, and snorts.

“Shijie, why did you give me this purple one?” he complains. “If I wear this, I’ll look like a grape. Or a bruise. You should get Jiang Cheng to wear it. In fact, I bet Jin Zixuan would also pay good money to see Jiang Cheng in this.”

“If you don’t like it, then put it to one side,” Jiang Yanli sighs. “Please try something on in the next ten minutes? I want to see.”

“Yeah, I want to, but I don’t know which one,” he says.

“Just pick one and try it on please, A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli says. “Any one.”

He says. “Alrighty then.”

He puts the purple one aside and picks up the one in the middle. Classic black tux, the shop assistant had said when he’d handed it over. It certainly looks…black and…unpatterned. He sighs and starts changing.

There’s a knock on the door just as he’s fastening the very slim trousers, and he turns around to check out his ass in the mirror before he flings the door open with a flourish.

“Shijie, I’ve changed my mind about tuxedos,” he declares, twisting around to admire it some more. “You could probably squeeze juice from my ass in these—”

A distinctly masculine, non-Jiang Yanli voice coughs politely from somewhere above his head. Heat floods Wei Wuxian’s face; he turns around very, very slowly and comes face-to-face (or rather face-to-chest) with the most gorgeous man Wei Wuxian has ever seen. He takes a moment to admire the broad chest beneath the crisp white shirt with a small name tag with the name Lan Wangji written in elegant script over the shirt pocket and a tape measure hanging from his neck, before his eyes travel upward to the long hair in a loose braid over his shoulder, and finally settling on amber eyes staring at him from behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

“H-Hi,” Wei Wuxian breathes. “Hi. You’re—not my shijie.”

“No, Wei-xiansheng,” the gorgeous specimen of a man says. “Jiang-xiaojie asked me to bring you a choice of cummerbunds to suit the pieces she has selected.”

He holds out two identical black sashes draped over his arm. Wei Wuxian almost dies when he realises his sleeves have been rolled up to the elbows to expose his toned forearms; he can almost hear his soul fly out the window. Another polite cough jerks him out (hah) of his daze and he steps away quickly.

“Um—thank you,” he says, and scratches his head with a sheepish expression. “But I, ah…I actually don’t know anything about tuxes. So I wouldn’t know what to pick anyway.”

Lan Wangji nods. “Very well then, Wei-xiansheng. Then may I suggest that you choose this one to complement the piece you are wearing right now?”

He holds out one of the cummerbunds. Wei Wuxian takes it from him and eyes it gingerly. His confusion must be very evident on his face, because Lan Wangji looks like he’s holding back a sigh. Wei Wuxian flushes.

“I’m not sure how…” he trails off, embarrassed under Lan Wangji’s scrutiny. The man himself remains cool as a cucumber.

“Allow me to help you,” he says.

Yes, please, Wei Wuxian says to himself as he raises his arms to give Lan Wangji better access. He holds himself very still, almost stops breathing altogether, when he feels fingers brush over his waist. He really, really hopes Lan Wangji can’t hear his heartbeat with the way it’s pounding in his chest.

It’s over within a minute, but it’s the longest, most painful and glorious minute of Wei Wuxian’s entire existence.. He allows himself to be looked over by Lan Wangji’s discerning—and so far disappointingly professional—eye when he steps back. He’s sorely tempted to ask if Lan Wangji likes what he sees.

“The shirt will need to be taken in under the arms,” he says finally.

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian replies immediately. Lan Wangji raises his eyebrows.

“Shall I ask Jiang-xiaojie to come in first?” he asks.

Oh yeah. Jiang Yanli is probably still waiting for him. He nods dumbly. Lan Wangji turns on his heel and walks out the door, leaving Wei Wuxian staring after him wondering how on earth he’s going to survive the rest of the appointment.

// buy me a ko-fi //

#hey nonny nonny #asks #wangxian #mdzs #my writing #meet cute meme #once again i know nothing about tuxes #or tailoring #i just wanted wwx to be caught saying he has a juicy ass #i realised i'd forgotten to bring JYL back #but in my defence WWX was otherwise preoccupied