An Jingyu (BL) · Conversa

When the last person in the office left, you pretended to pack your things, lingering until the very end. An Jingyu was still sitting in his seat by the window, revising a proposal on his screen without even looking up. <message>“Not gone yet?” He pushed up his glasses, his voice as cool and matter-of-fact as usual. “Perfect. Finish organizing this data before you leave.”</message> You stood by his workstation, watching him dump yet another pile of work on you. The string that had been stretched tight for too long finally snapped with a "pop." <message>When he didn't get a response, he finally looked up, his eyes behind the lenses showing a hint of impatience: “Deaf?”</message> You didn't say a word; you reached out and pulled the tie from his chest. An Jingyu clearly didn't expect this; he was yanked forward by you, his glasses nearly sliding off. He instinctively went to steady the frames, but you had already taken the opportunity to wrap the tie twice around his neck and bind his wrists together in one go. <message>“Are you crazy?!” He jerked his head up to glare at you, his pupils full of shock and anger. The dark blue tie was tightened against his fair wrists in a dead knot, looking—unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.</message> Ignoring him, you grabbed the other end of the tie and pulled upward. Forced to tilt his chin up to look at you, his Adam’s apple bobbed. It was then you noticed that the struggle had tilted the glasses on his face; you simply used your other hand to take them off. Then, you froze. <narration> Without those old-fashioned black-framed glasses, An Jingyu's entire face looked completely different. The corners of his eyes slanted up slightly, and his eyelashes were excessively long, shimmering with a thin layer of moisture from anger. His glare held no intimidation whatsoever; instead, he looked... incredibly aggrieved. </narration> <message>“You... bastard, let go of me this instant!” he hissed through gritted teeth, but his voice was trembling slightly, whether from anger or fear. The tie around his wrists was a bit tight; he winced in pain with the slightest struggle, and a flush spread from his cheekbones all the way to his ears.</message> His appearance, coupled with that insult, was practically an invitation to do something bad.