is that wang ziyi ?? no, it’s just jin zhaohui. he is from china. he is 27 years old and his birthday is the 27 of november which makes him a scorpio. he is easy-going and witty also overzealous and noncomittal but, unfortunately, also nonchalant and short-sighted. those traits just make him a gryffindor and in scientific terms an enfj. he is heterosexual and the plaza’s icarian. his theme song is miyazaki by gallant. his interests include gaming, traveling, and annoying the people he loves. he practices buddhism. his quirk is imitating the old man shrug when he has no words and favourite quote is we’re here for a good time not a long time by idk google because it’s true. last but not least he does not believe in true love.
PROFILE / TASKS / PINTEREST
yes, down below i totally ripped this from his profile page.
sixth and last child of the late emperor and empress. and pampered as hell. literally. zhaohui grew up never needing to want nor ask for more, because if the occasion ever arose it was taken care of promptly then and there. he grows to have everything and anything, an ever-growing excess that should keep his boredom at bay.(at least that is what it should have done)
instead, zhaohui finds himself growing bored easily. of the never-changing scenery, of how quick everyone is to please and appease him. so, he does what every pubescent, reckless kid does when they need a change – he rebels. (imagine the parties, the headlines, the overzealous spending and obscene pictures splattered across weibo)
but is it a rebellion when everyone is so quick to excuse him and his actions ?
sooner than expected, zhaohui’s 'rebellion' becomes but a funny, short-lived memory however his boredom is still present, if not a haunting reminder of how life is so damn stagnant. (the parties never end, the headlines but a matter of fine-print among comments about how zhaohui is so fun and inviting unlike his other siblings, and the spending ... well, it's well spent)
he goes through the motions, becoming the carefree, pleasant prince that no one can seem to hate because that’s just how he is and what can they do but adore the way he smiles his way out of the most minor of inconveniences. somehow knowing just what to say at the exact right time has become a habit, if not, a talent of his.
that’s when he gets into university. (too dumb for oxford, somehow smart enough for tsinghua) and is surprised by how different university life is to palace life. its filled with new experiences and much, much more opinionated people. the friends he makes in university are interesting, they don’t always agree with him, but they do know him and the money he brings with him. this interesting mix of people open up possibilities for him that he never quite thought of before, his brain an afterthought to his exuberant nature usually. this is how he and his friends co-found haoyu (浩宇) group.
haoyu group: what started as a way to develop games / invest in the gaming market in china quickly grew into a technology conglomerate like the likes of LVMH and tencent.
as a cofounder and major shareholder of the company, it leaves zhaohui with lots of free-time, too much free time. if he’s not needed in the office, he can be found in different parts of the world, traveling to his heart’s desire, never being in one place for too long, only going back for the most dire of things.
his siblings could expect a billion pictures sent to them via the group chat he single-handedly keeps alive just to make them aware he hasn't died in a cave in tijuana yet. the pictures are never in the same place twice, always doing something fun and adventurous with people he'll never see again. because that's who zhaohui has always been fun, wild and overly friendly. always searching for the next big thing to cure his next big bout of boredom.
but as free-willed as he is, zhaohui does want to seem useful to his family of rigid and ruthless intellects and country-praised royals, so this leads him to investing in interesting enterprises such as entertainment companies and acquiring weibo (which was definitely a suggestion from lixue).
(in hope that this could help in controlling the news and propaganda that gets regulated in china as weibo is among china's biggest social media platforms) currently, he's in the process of negotiations to gain control of wechat (another social media platform in china but this one is much, much bigger).
his life philosophy may very well be "we're here for a good time not a long time", and he wholeheartedly lives his life through such a motto whether it be in his relationships, where he travels and how he approaches any situation.
TL;DR
he’s overly friendly, traveled pretty much everywhere (you already know he has a ticket to space lbr), noncommittal af and cannot stay tied to one place, dumb personality but not so dumb business smarts, youngest chinese prince, gets bored easily.
SOME PLOTS
always hitting on his friend’s siblings so pls if you’re his friend and you have a sibling, watch out
noncommittal surprise surprise so get this guy some exes, maybe some one night stands, maybe fwb? but even those he may ditch after a couple months
maybe a fwb that he visits every few months just to keep it interesting like oh hi i forgot how u taste, ok now i remember lmfao
some friends to house his ass when he’s on their side of the world every few months because he’s always on the move
he’s just here for some fun and also to annoy his siblings but what else is new
we’re up for anything and everything so please give a like and i’ll come message you ~
her hands move too slowly, she's not quick enough to prevent what happens next. the sight is a bit pathetic to her. as much as she'd like for him to grow up, it's wishful thinking on her part. " zhaohui, sit up, please. i can't take care of your child for you. this is a consequence of your action! " she tone transitions to a loud whisper, careful to not wake the baby. " and i told you, i can't stay for long. i'm leaving beijing indefinitely. "
he knows, he knows the fault lies with him. him and his irresponsible actions, his impulsivity, his lack of forethought — he knows he’s all to blame but the girl, she was too faultless for the likes of him. zhaohui couldn’t fathom the life she’d lead if left in his care, he didn’t want to. zhaohui looks away, hand still clutching his sister’s tight, “where will you go? take her with you. we can’t do this to her, leaving her with me is like damning her to a useless life.”
she has no desire to know the identity of the mother. one of zhaohui's meaningless one night stands that shares the same level of immaturity and lack of grasp on reality as him birthed his child? how frightening. it made her feel bad for the child to be born under such cruel conditions. the situation made her head ache. she sits down, glancing at the child once before looking to her brother. " we can't put her up for adoption. " he should already know this. it's silly of him to even think of it as a suggestion. " zhaohui, only you can. i can't help you out of this. it's time — " she takes a breath. " it's time for you to grow up. " she smiles, although it's out of defeat, she still smiles.
in two large swings his drink is done away with — but it did little ail him, maybe he needed another. but then her words set a panic in him, one that rattles him from the inside out; the glass is dropped as he reaches for her. now on his knees as he pleads, head to her hands as he grasps onto them. “no, fuck — i know i really did it this time, but you’ve got to help me, 姐姐. i’ll resign myself to monks in lingyin just please help me.” he’s near hysterics, feeling the shudders rack him. then he pauses, head raised — “wait, why don’t you take her. no one else could do it, you’d be the best mother, 姐姐.” if not him, it should be her — he knew no one better to take care of someone as innocent as a newborn babe.
" and the mother of the child, what did she say? " she slowly bends forward, careful to not wake the child. she agrees. he's not ready to be a child. he's still a child himself. fatherhood is something unsuitable for someone like her brother. " you'll have to be ready. zhaohui, you are responsible for this child now. " her voice is remains gentle. she has no energy left to be stern.
“she’s fucked off to god knows where by now. even threw a paternity test in my face before she did so.” he nods to the set of papers left on the coffee table. a shaky hand settles as he takes a big gulp of his drink, groaning when the burn in his throat does not put him at ease. “responsible? me — 姐姐, i’m just going to fuck her up.” he sighs, “i don’t deserve her — i can’t, i won’t. you’ve got to help me, you must know someone who can take her — set up an adoption, something. anything.” all that would be better than settling for the likes of him.
she takes his hand, gently holding it in an attempt to comfort him. " i'm not understanding — " she looks around the room. what could he be referring to. did he drunkenly bring a batch of puppies and now he's distraught by the amount of pets he has? as she spots the small bassinet tucked away near the entrance of the living room to the hall, she lets go of her brothers hand, cautiously walking up to it. " have you told anyone else? "
he shakes his head, “no, no one knows.” slowly, he follows her, keeping his distance as if the mere proximity to the child would cause him to burst into flames. “fuck, what am i going to do, 姐姐?” he walks towards the far side to the bar cart, immediately pouring himself and his sister a drink. “i’m not — i’m not ready — i can’t … i can’t be her father.”
the house is clean. there doesn't seem to be anything noticeably wrong. " is there something wrong with your eyes? " she shrugs off her coat, placing it on the edge of the couch before sitting down. " zhaohui? "
"i fucked up, 姐姐. i fucked up big time." he feels the shift as she enters the room. her concern is comforting but it doesn't fix the problem that's been plaguing him for days now. he takes a breath, scrubbing his face hard with his hand before sitting up and facing her, feeling like some disappointing child all over again. "she's over there.” off to the side, in a bassinet all her own, lay the problem of all problems.
“You came here instead of going to Beijing to attend Wenli and Gahye?” He had been so quick to act. Lixue had spent the week collecting herself — too afraid to make decisions that might become problems later on. If she now had been able to decide, Zhaohui would have been at the palace. She could not send Lixun there. Lixun and his lack of empathy would have not worked in anyone’s favour. ( @jinzhaohui )
he opens his mouth to retort -- but hesitates, it wasn’t the time for some smart-ass remark. “ is that really necessary -- i just wanted to see my sisters. ” how could he tell his sister that despite all that’s happened gahye and wenli’s well-being was the last thing on his mind. after all, they were jianguo’s family -- not his, so far removed from his line of sight and thought that after all the news had been plastered over every international outlet -- acquired the necessary information of their whereabouts -- he had made the first decision to get on the quickest flight to morocco.
“ i know nothing. ” she really didn’t. “ i don’t really know about her dating life other than you. why does this matter? you guys broke up so long ago. ”
her answer does nothing but frustrate him. “ you’re right, we broke up. ” but then they fucked. “ it doesn’t matter. it shouldn’t. ” he frowns, “ but why the fuck does she keep hanging around then ? ” it would have been fine if she had just avoided him, but no -- she had gone about and nearly stuck to his side all but until a few weeks ago.
“ uh — ” why the fuck is zhaohui at her door? and why the fuck is he inviting himself in? she closes the door, seating herself away from him. “ why are you here — do you not have friends? ”
a restless hand rubs across his jaw before dropping to his knee, somehow his eyes are as unsteady and uneasy as his hands. “ have you talked to mai recently ? ”
zhaohui wasn’t one for knocking on doors, yet he does -- shoving his restless fists back into his pockets once the moment had passed, sparing bored glances from one side of the hall to the other as he waited for the door to open, and when it does : “ hey, you busy ? no -- thanks, sure i’d love to chat. ” he’s a flash of ash blonde as he crosses the threshold to her couch in a matter of seconds.
“ i haven’t kept track but….i think i’d rather just raise it by one. ” she plucks the tomato from his hand, squeezing the ripe fruit to soften it right before she crushes it against his chest. it feels masterful, how carefully she restrains the peal of laughter caught in her throat as juice drips down. “ you can’t tell me you didn’t see that coming – you set yourself up to be an easy target! ”
“ ah ! ” he looks from his chest to her grin, he should be affronted, aghast with ire and yet -- her laughter does amany things : such as easing the blow to his ego, smoothening the furrow in his brows into a slight ; his own slackened lips curling back into a self-satisfied grin, “ alright -- you’ve got me, but it got you smiling, do you feel better now ? ”
“ what’s your count for the night ? ” the tomato sits happily in his palm. “ care to raise it by ... ” he tilts his head to the group off to their left.
“You stole a chair? It’s unbecoming, Zhaohui,” she teases.
“ i didn’t steal the chair, i found it -- practically helped the san marino economy by using it. ” he frowns, “ so, are you gonna hide me or am i goin’ to have to leave the country ? ”
“ jin zhaohui! ” she swats his arm with the magazine she had been holding. “ you don’t treat other peoples property so carelessly! ” yes, lixun had been the one to make permanent damages, but he’s the one who stole it! “ what am i going to do with you! ” she swats him again. “ so irresponsible! so thoughtless! they could have blamed you for throwing it through catherine stuart’s window! you’re lucky i saw someone else retrieve it from the lake where it had been discarded after you and your brother destroyed it and before it became a piece of criminal evidence! ” she scolds.
“ but did they. ” no, they did not. “ and that’s hardly enough evidence. do you think i would give a -- ” he coughs, minding his language for once — hoping to avoid another beating. “ like they could get the charges to stick, i’ve got an alibi. ”
