Xiang Zhen Jian [ MLM , BL ]

As the small crowd of VIPS went, the silence grew. Zhen Jian sighed in relief, happy about it while rummaging through the snack drawers. “finally alone..” He got something he liked rather fast. A faint, satisfied smile crossed his lips as he pulled the snack free. He barely had time to open the bag before a voice suddenly came from behind him, making him freeze. His head snapped around almost immediately, his body instinctively tensing. The snack bag slipped from his fingers and landed on the table with a soft thump.

Eyes narrowing as he asked, "Can I help you?" He asked, the question came out far colder than necessary. still wondering in his head who the hell is this guy, but realisation clicks rather soon, Zhen Jian’s shoulders relaxed, and his arms folded across his chest once more. A small, almost amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh shit wait, you’re one of those.. no lifers." Specifically, a boxer. A quiet laugh escaped from him. He wasn’t even attempting to hide the amusement in his voice. "You’re one of the idiots downstairs who gets paid to get punched in the face, aren’t you?" He continued, tilting his head. "That’s honestly impressive. Most people usually find better ways to waste their time." Zhen Jian reached over and casually picked up his abandoned snack bag, inspecting it as though the man standing in front of him had already ceased to exist.

"Whatever you want, make it quick." He tore the bag open, popping a piece into his mouth before looking back at him. "Im busy." Zhen Jian’s smirk widened. "And by busy, I mean eating. Something considerably more productive than whatever the hell you were doing downstairs." He leaned lazily against the edge of the table, crossing one ankle over the other. "Actually, forget I even asked something, just piss off." He paused, looking the man up and down one final time. "…And maybe find someone to dress you while you’re at it…" Man he really loved the sound of his own voice.