lwj’s a TA, wwx’s a junior, they don’t even share classes so there’s no conflict of interest that they’re dating;

except. wwx still has a juvie record from high school and there’s a lot of envious people who’d love this scholarship genius to be kicked out, learn his place.
so when someone tries to frame wwx being in lwj’s office after hours, citing how breaking the rules is repeated pattern for him, this is clearly taking advantage for grades

jiang cheng, golden spoon and cares deeply about honour & reputation steps up. “I’m dating lan wangji.”
“you don’t have to do this.” wwx says for the 100th time.

jc looks calm, which means he’s abso-fucking-lutely furious.

“yeah? and they’re gonna let you go scot free? don’t you think in cases of student-teacher relationships, the teacher’s supposed to take responsibility?!”
“if Madame Y—“

“Madame Yu won’t find out because there’s a Jiang library and an entire west wing that’s named after fucking Lan poetry. Don’t play fucking stupid, wei wuxian.”

lwj’s still being questioned in the offices. wwx is torn apart from the guilt and his stupid mistake.
really, an after office hours blowjob leading to the ruination of not only wwx’s academic career but also threatening the two other people he cares most about? haha, fuck him.

lwj returns, and jc grabs his collar — “isn’t it your fucking fault, you coward?!”
lwj stares at him with an undecipherable expression, and jc won’t know but it’s an expression of respect. wwx tries to pry jc off him.

“I handed in my resignation.” lwj stares smoothly, and wwx hurts in guilt.

“good.” jc derisively retorts, itching time punch him.

“However...
“the students who filed the case had compelling evidence of wei ying and i together, so the administration thinks you’re faking to take the fall for him.”

fuck jin zixun, wen chao and their little gang.

“so?” jc barks. “they can’t prove I wasn’t the one on my knees.”
wwx has an alibi because nhs can claim he was in the art club, and forgot track of time.

jc has no alibi because his only alibi was apparently at the art club, and for all intents and purposes jc could’ve been sucking lwj’s cock in the offices their dads technically paid for.
“it means...” lwj holds wwx’s hand, who squeezes it, & jc gets migraine at the sight. “we have to convince the administrative offices beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was us, and wei ying was in no way implicated.”

“I already said I’m. Dating. You.”

wwx starts panic laughing.
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