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Modern wangxian where lwj knows about wwx& #39;s horrific mental health and does little things to try and make his day better.
wwx hasn& #39;t slept in three nights and is alternating between pinching himself really hard and full on slapping his face to keep himself awake
Modern wangxian where lwj knows about wwx& #39;s horrific mental health and does little things to try and make his day better.
wwx hasn& #39;t slept in three nights and is alternating between pinching himself really hard and full on slapping his face to keep himself awake
it& #39;s evening, but wwx has an assignment due tomorrow and he *needs* to perfect this.
lwj makes wwx some nighttime tea and very gently pries wwx& #39;s school materials from his hands. he then makes wwx take small sips of the tea while he does his nighttime skincare routine.
lwj makes wwx some nighttime tea and very gently pries wwx& #39;s school materials from his hands. he then makes wwx take small sips of the tea while he does his nighttime skincare routine.
wwx& #39;s cheeks are red and sore so lwj is extra gentle. by the time he finishes the tea, wwx is finally starting to feel a little sleepy. his head keeps drooping and lwj has to hold it up as he works in all the different creams and serums. his eyes are closed for the last few steps
lwj carries him to his room, puts him in his pjs, and tucks him in. wwx sleeps for almost twelve hours that night.
wwx disassociates often. sometimes it will happen in very inconvenient places, such as the shower. one day lwj comes home and hears the shower running. he doesn& #39;t think much of it until ten minutes have past. wwx takes short showers, hardly ever past seven minutes.
lwj goes into the bathroom. it& #39;s freezing cold. he pulls back the shower curtain and finds wwx staring blankly at the tiles from where he& #39;s sitting in the corner. he& #39;s shivering so hard it looks like he& #39;s convulsing.
"Wei Ying?"
Nothing.
"Wei Ying?"
Nothing.
lwj turns the water off; it was ice cold. wwx still has no reaction. lwj picks out the fluffiest towel they own, wraps him up and carries him into lwj& #39;s room. is lwj imagining things, or is wwx much lighter than a few weeks ago?
the whole time, not even wwx& #39;s eyes have moved.
the whole time, not even wwx& #39;s eyes have moved.
(TW: ED) wwx& #39;s too cold. lwj dries him off as fast as he can and grabs his own fluffy pjs and a sweatshirt. these particular pants wwx always tries to steal. they& #39;re both too big on wwx, but as lwj pulls each of wwx& #39;s limbs through the sleeves he notices how thin wwx is.
wwx has always been on the skinnier side, but he& #39;s broad shouldered, has abs, and has the cutest, plump ass lwj has ever seen (lwj tries not to stare, but it& #39;s cute)
now, lwj can count his ribs, can feel his prominent hip bones, and he knows if he tries he could very easily wrap
now, lwj can count his ribs, can feel his prominent hip bones, and he knows if he tries he could very easily wrap
his hand around wwx& #39;s thigh. he knows wwx hasn& #39;t been eating properly, but this is... terrifying.
once he& #39;s all dressed, lwj wraps him up in some blankets and runs to the kitchen. he& #39;s going to make wwx eat at least a little something. he decides a simple warm soup is the best.
once he& #39;s all dressed, lwj wraps him up in some blankets and runs to the kitchen. he& #39;s going to make wwx eat at least a little something. he decides a simple warm soup is the best.
when he gets back, wwx is curled up on his side, still shivering. he& #39;s wrapped some of the blankets around his hands and his eyes are closed.
clearing his throat lightly, lwj does his best to keep the panic from his voice. "Wei Ying, can you sit up for me, please?"
clearing his throat lightly, lwj does his best to keep the panic from his voice. "Wei Ying, can you sit up for me, please?"
wwx gives no indication he heard lwj. this happens sometimes; from previous experience lwj knows to not try and force wwx to talk. attempting that only makes wwx frustrated and upset.
lwj places the bowl on his bedside table. "I made soup for you. You do not have to eat it yet-"
lwj places the bowl on his bedside table. "I made soup for you. You do not have to eat it yet-"
"Hm." it& #39;s not a yes or a no. or any appropriate response, really, but wwx said something.
"Would you like to eat it now?"
A beat of heavy silence before "No."
lwj is kind of proud wwx said a word so soon. "Alright, I will leave it here. Do you want me on the bed with you?"
"Would you like to eat it now?"
A beat of heavy silence before "No."
lwj is kind of proud wwx said a word so soon. "Alright, I will leave it here. Do you want me on the bed with you?"
too complex. he should have made them two very separate statements so wwx can process it better. he can see a tiny nose scrunch that would normally make his heart warm, but now it looks sad. confused.
lwj goes for a different approach.
lwj goes for a different approach.
"I am going to sit next to you."
lwj does. he sits and waits until he can see the life slowly return to wwx& #39;s eyes. wwx fidgets, testing out his limbs and seeing if they really work. it& #39;s a slow process, but lwj would rather pour the soup in his lap than try to speed it up.
lwj does. he sits and waits until he can see the life slowly return to wwx& #39;s eyes. wwx fidgets, testing out his limbs and seeing if they really work. it& #39;s a slow process, but lwj would rather pour the soup in his lap than try to speed it up.
"Hi." wwx sounds sleepy, like he& #39;s still very far away.
"Hello."
it appears that wwx only just noticed the bowl next to him. "You brought soup."
"I did." lwj feels wwx& #39;s hand wrap around his wrist.
"I... I& #39;m not hungry." his voice sounds so weak. lwj wants to hold him.
"Hello."
it appears that wwx only just noticed the bowl next to him. "You brought soup."
"I did." lwj feels wwx& #39;s hand wrap around his wrist.
"I... I& #39;m not hungry." his voice sounds so weak. lwj wants to hold him.
"Wei Ying. Have only a sip." lwj doesn& #39;t want to press too hard, but wwx needs to eat *something.
wwx goes stiff next to lwj, fingernails digging tight into lwj& #39;s skin. "I ate before you came home." his voice cracks at the end of his sentence.
wwx goes stiff next to lwj, fingernails digging tight into lwj& #39;s skin. "I ate before you came home." his voice cracks at the end of his sentence.
lwj knows that& #39;s total bs, but he doesn& #39;t call him out in it. an argument is the last thing he wants right now.
"How about I bring you some water?"
wwx is fading away around the edges again, eyes clouding over and grip going slack. "Not thirsty." too much talking too soon.
"How about I bring you some water?"
wwx is fading away around the edges again, eyes clouding over and grip going slack. "Not thirsty." too much talking too soon.
lwj estimates he has about another minute before wwx goes completely non-verbal. "I will stay with you."
"Hm." that& #39;s all he needs for consent. lwj lays next to wwx, threading his fingers through wwx& #39;s. lwj loves holding his hand, even when it& #39;s almost skeletal.
"Hm." that& #39;s all he needs for consent. lwj lays next to wwx, threading his fingers through wwx& #39;s. lwj loves holding his hand, even when it& #39;s almost skeletal.
20 seconds.
wwx is silent, going limp as he curls his body towards lwj. his eyes are fluttering shut and somehow, lwj notices he& #39;s *still shivering.
lwj kisses the back of his hand. wwx deserves the world.
wwx is silent, going limp as he curls his body towards lwj. his eyes are fluttering shut and somehow, lwj notices he& #39;s *still shivering.
lwj kisses the back of his hand. wwx deserves the world.
