dog owner!wangxian

lwj has a german shepherd and wwx has a gigantic black labrador that would chew absolutely f/cking anything in sight.

lwj’s family is rich af because they own an international tech company and their products are literally all everybody ever uses and bc they’re Famous lwj, as the nephew of the ceo lqr, gets harassed a lot and so his uncle bought him a guard dog when he was 15 and he’s had yan er

for 5 years. his brother lxc also has his own dog, but because their schedules differ vastly the two usually walk their dogs at different times of the day.

wwx lives about half an hour away from the dog park lwj usually takes yaner to. the dog park wwx used to go to with his labrador tanzi shut down recently (to his outrage) and so he scouts around and finds that the nearest one is “a whole thirty-f/cking-minutes away, jiang cheng!”

so on the first day wwx gives tanzi a whole lecture on the way to the dog park bc tanzi is a very... friendly dog and she doesn’t quite know her own strength. so he’s warning her to behave and they’re nearing the park when somebody opens the gates. tanzi sniffs the air twice and

bolts off. wwx already has a pretty tight leash on her, but it gets yanked out of his hand anyway. he crashes onto the ground and the leash burns his palm as it slides away and he’s already internally panicking bc all the dog owners he doesn’t know probably already hate him.

so he scrambles up and dashes for tanzi and /oh no/ his dog is running toward this guy and his dog and tanzi bowls the guy over—at least, she tries to; the guy is a Stone Wall and he barely stumbles. with quick reflexes, he grabs tanzi’s leash and looks up to see wwx

half limping and half running toward him.

“i’m so sorry!” wwx gasps, quickly taking the leash and bowing repeatedly. “thank you, i’m so sorry!”

the guy gives an unnerving lack of reaction to that, staring at wwx with a gaze so intense even wwx, who seldom gets uncomfortable,

feels like squirming.

“i’m sorry,” wwx apologizes again, and turns to run off with tanzi before this can get anymore awkward when the guy finally speaks up.

“your leg.”

“huh?”

the guy is staring at his leg, still unmoving.

wwx glances down and winces when he sees blood

trickling down his calf.

“ah... i’ll be fine. it’s just a scratch.”

it’s not like his knee is swelling up and turning a very very angry red, or that his palm isn’t searing because the leash had burned his skin raw.

wwx turns again, the pain in his knee suddenly magnified now

that he’s aware of the injury.

“wait.”

wwx swallows.

“let me help.”

wwx tilts his head. “help? ho—“

the guy takes off his backpack and rummages through it, proceeding to pull out small first-aid kit.

wwx stares. “do you just... carry a first-aid kit around

waiting to help random bleeding strangers?”

the guy doesn’t deem the question and answer. “let’s go over to that bench,” he says, nodding at a wooden bench not far off from where they are.

ok i got bored if anyone is reading this i’ll continue the thread tomorrow hhh.

i’ll probably never finish this thread but the good side to having less than ten followers is that no one reads my stuff and therefore! zero pressure!!