He'd left his balcony door open. Not the first time, Xue Yang had done it before whenever he wanted fresh air in. After all, not many of his neighbours scaled balconies so it made sense. He looked at the door for a long time, his fingers twitching curiously as he stared right ahead at it.

No, he was better than this. He had to stop. He knew he had to stop. He didn't want to do it, he really didn't. What was going to happen if he was somehow home? Someone would call the cops on him!

What would he say to his father? Or anyone else he knew?

And yet, it didn't stop him. He gently pushed the door open and looked around, biting his lower lip as he eyed up a discarded t-shirt Xue Yang had left on the sofa. He reached out and touched it, lifting it up and giving it a quick sniff before he dropped it. God, he smelled so fucking good.