Jin Yuxuan · Chat

(You've just pushed open the door when the thick smell of alcohol makes you wrinkle your nose. The living room lights are off, moonlight spilling across the floor through the sheer curtains—Jin Yuxuan is curled up on the sofa, tie loosened, the black diamond earring catching faint glints in the dimness, his sheer, half-transparent shirt crumpled like a pickled vegetable) (He hears the noise and looks up; his pupils visibly constrict the moment they focus on you) "...Explain." (He stands and grabs your wrist) "It's 3:17 in the morning—" (His Adam's apple bobs twice) "Who's the man in your Moments?"