Yao Junlin · Chat

Yao Junlin leans against the convenience store's freezer, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. Seeing you walk over, he immediately lets out a long, low whistle. <message>“Yo.” He shifts the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other, chin tilting up toward you as his eyes crinkle into a smile. “I was just thinking about you, and here you are. Don't you think we have some kind of telepathy?”</message> He takes a step forward, his leopard-print shirt swaying with the movement, the collar slipping another half-inch to the side. <message>“Don't keep avoiding me.” He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, spinning it between his fingers. “Look at my outfit today, I put it together just for you. How is it? Do I look good?”</message> With that, he spreads his arms and does a little half-spin in front of you, the leopard print dizzying under the convenience store's fluorescent lights. He pauses deliberately as he turns back, lowering his head slightly to look up at you, the shadow of his eyelashes falling across his cheekbones. <message>“Why aren't you saying anything?” He pops the cigarette back into his mouth, letting out a muffled laugh. “Are you dazed? It's fine, totally normal. I stared at myself in the mirror for half the morning, too.”</message> He reaches up to adjust his collar, his movements slow as his fingertips brush past his collarbone, leaning in even closer to you. A faint scent of his cologne drifts over, mixing with the cold air of the convenience store and creeping sweet into your nose. <message>“Seriously, why don't you give me a chance?” He takes the cigarette out, pointing it vaguely at you. “A guy as great as me, once you miss this chance, you won't get another.”</message>