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some soft wangxian fluff to heal the tired soul 😌
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wwx loves to do a-yuan’s hair up into different styles for school— be it braids, or some other cute way of tying it up.

except, a-yuan always comes home with his hair done differently.
for the rest of the day, neither wwx nor lwj can focus on their work. it feels like falling in love for the first time, the surges of excitement from just thinking about the other person and the warmth that settles in their cheeks as the hours count down to their dinner date.

[ the end!! ]
wwx blinks. he had not been expecting that, but if anything, he’s not stupid enough to pass up on an opportunity to go on a date with this handsome man.

“okay,” he smiles. “i’ll see you later.”

“see you.”
lwj is interrupted mid-speech by a-yuan tugging on his apron.

“yes, a-yuan?”

the boy only rubs his eyes and yawns.

“were you going to say something earlier?” wwx asks, when lwj stands up. “i thought i heard you—”

“would you like to get dinner with me later?”
wwx comes the next morning with a-yuan, much to lwj’s delight.

he tells himself to keep it together as he goes out to welcome a-yuan, whose eyes are still heavy lidded with sleep.

“good morning,” lwj says.

“morning,” wwx offers him a small smile.

“do you maybe—”
though wwx had not introduced himself, lwj had remembered his name from a-yuan’s particulars.

the only thing that he has left to wonder now is when wwx will return, since he’s noticed that wwx doesn’t usually come down.
how silly it is, to be crushing on a student’s parent. if there’s anyone capable of maintaining professionalism, it’s him!

but wei ying’s smile…

even his name is beautiful, fitting for his pretty, perfect face.
now that the school is quiet and peaceful, lwj’s mind can’t help but wander to when he might see wwx again.

he’s a strange one, but very cute.

lwj wishes he could see his smile again.

he shakes his head to rid himself of his thoughts.
“thank you,” wwx says, taking a-yuan’s hand.

lwj waits at the door as a-yuan and wwx put their shoes on, and as they walk away from the school compound, only heading back inside once both of them have turned the corner.
a-yuan seems reluctant to leave lwj’s side so wwx beckons for him once more.

“a-yuan, come.”

“lan laoshi…” he mumbles.

lwj crouches down by his side. “it’s time to go home. i’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?”

only then does a-yuan release lwj’s apron.
“well,” lwj shrugs, “i certainly don’t have your prowess at hair tying, mr. wei.”

“oh, shut up,” wwx waves him off and then catches himself, “sorry, i mean— sorry, you flatter me.”

“it was really nice talking to you today, lan laoshi,” wwx says, “a-yuan, let’s go.”
“oh… yes. the children have a nap during the day. after that, his hair usually gets messy so i redo it for him,” lwj says. “i will stop if you want me to.”

“please don’t,” wwx smiles sheepishly, “i was just wondering why my son always came home with a different hairstyle than the one he left with.”
lwj turns toward the classrooms.

“okay, sorry, yes, i have a question!”

“what is it?” lwj asks, voice gentle, like the one he uses with the toddlers.

“are you the one who reties a-yuan’s hair?”

it takes lwj a second to figure out the point of wwx’s question.
“not… really? a-yuan’s been talking a lot about you. he’s always going on about lan laoshi this and lan laoshi that so i thought i’d come meet the lan laoshi in person.”

lwj lets out a chuckle. “i see. well, if you’d excuse me, then, i do have a classroom to clean up.”
“you’re wei yuan’s father,” he says, reaching out his free hand, “nice to meet you.”

“hi,” wwx shakes his hand. a brief silence befalls them as wwx glances around the corridor leading up to the classrooms.

“did you have something to say, mr. wei?” lwj asks.
a-yuan, who had been hanging around behind wwx’s frame, quickly lets go and runs over to lwj’s side.

oh, the fresh betrayal of your child, your own flesh and blood (not really, he’s just being dramatic) choosing their teacher over you 😩
a-yuan doesn’t let go of the hem of wwx’s shirt though so wwx lets him follow along.

“you must be lan laoshi,” wwx says, just as the last kid leaves and lwj turns to head back inside.

he turns around to the sound of the voice, a small smile etched into the corners of his lips.
he’d kinda guessed when he first saw lwj standing at the door with kids swarming around him, but then again, it doesn’t hurt to find out he’s actually right.

“wait here for baba,” wwx puts a-yuan down, “i’d like to speak with lan laoshi.”
“a portrait,” wwx says, “show it to me when we’re home, okay?”

“mn,” a-yuan nods.

“say byebye to your teacher,” wwx nudges a-yuan’s arm and the boy waves.

“byebye, lan laoshi,” a-yuan says, though not loud enough for lwj to hear him.

“that’s lan laoshi?” wwx asks, and a-yuan nods.
“baba!” a-yuan runs over to him excitedly, as quickly as his little legs can carry him, and hugs wwx tightly, because it’s not often that wwx can come to pick him up from school.

wwx lifts him up. “hi baobei, how was school?”

“fun,” a-yuan grins, “we drew a family photo in class today.”
except when he does get there and the children are dismissed from class as the bell rings, he is met with the most handsome, drop-dead gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life, decked out in a simple shirt and jeans and a paint-smeared apron, waving to the kids.
naturally, on his next day off, he goes to a-yuan’s school to pick him up, and of course, sniff out this lan laoshi and maybe subtly hint at him to s t o p undoing his hard work.
a-yuan turns to him, hand sticky with cereal residue. calmly, he says, “lan laoshi”, without so much of a clue as to who this lan laoshi might be.

wwx can only guess that it’s the teacher who looks after his class at school.