107 Chapter 103: Secrets (Part 1)

A vogue and puzzling emotion kept pounding within him as Jin carries on gaping at Hiro through his full round eyes. He couldn't bring himself to find any flaw in his claim, but his brain appears to reject processing and accepting what he just said.

"You're likely the tallest person I've met so far," whispers Jin, studying how Hiro's caressing touch stopped, his hands freezing by his waist, and his bright eyes shot up to look him straight in the eyes.

Jin's breath hitched.

His unforgiving heart was beating mercilessly, "The honor shall be all mine." Hiro presses his thumb to his soft skin, earning a soft and light laugh from Jin as it serenades through his reddened ears.

He's sensitive everywhere.

His darkened and determined eyes streak hellfire.

"Shall I be the tallest person to avoid sharing your presence with anyone?" By then, will you marry me?

"Silly!" Jin could not cover the disbelief in his voice.

At some point, he has gotten used to his foolish thoughts but hearing his thoughtless phrases every single time never fails to surprise and frighten him.

It never gets old. "Hiro, how tall are you."

He assumed this man was at least a bachelor in his twenties.

Considering his body's proportions and ratios, not to mention his incredible capacity to extend his expertise in his work, it wasn't the body and attitude of any nineteen-year-old Korean boy. Especially after knowing he has a work he was so fond of that it was painless for him to be so engrossed and cast out sleep.

This person is exceeding the rates of workaholic Korean netizens. To the point it might be eating away his lifespan.

Is it because he has Japanese origins?

What is it with overwork and Japanese people?

Tilting his head to the side, Hiro shortly fell into seconds of silence, staring confusedly and bewildered into the beautiful craftwork of Jin's stunned expression.

Conversing about measurements apparently excites his little sprout.

Why is that? "How tall, you say? By what means?"

He attempted to lean his head closer towards the unmovable young fellow in longing to feel and steal a kiss from the tempting plumpness of his cherry lips as red smothering crisps of burning shadows gradually appeared from the corners of his passionate black pupils.

He suddenly felt an extreme urge of thirst.

Jin swallowed nervously when he noticed another sly and sneaky stunt of his. Before things escalated quickly, he shook his head and deliberately shunned his face farther away from the man's pursing lips.

"Centimeters."

He understands fairly well how things will end upon tolerating that invitation of his, and with that, a proper conversation will be impossible to manage between them.

At the same moment, Hiro's entire body freezes in temporary shock.

His thick set of brows then furrows in dismay, adamantly disturbed by such polite and effortless rejection he received.

No? No kiss?

Doushite? (Why?)

"Around a hundred and ninety. . ." There was a sound of hopelessness in his low voice.

Hiro's lips bent to a visible and disdainful frown as those words fumbled through Jin's ears.

Eh? A-Around?!

He soundlessly gasps through his nose. Daebak (Wow) and he's saying it so casually as if it meant nothing. "A hundred and ninety?"

Now he really was at a loss for words.

Even average Korean celebrities are mostly around a hundred seventy centimeters.

Upon listening to the uncertainty in his voice, Hiro breathes and retrieves his pouting lips back after realizing this method of seduction was no use. His crestfallen eyes sunk deeper into bottomless depression.

"A hundred and ninety-nine point four."

He shoves his defeated face into the crook of Jin's neck, his arms embracing the young fellow tightly like a leech. He continued sulking with a deepened scowl on his lips. His heart had never been this heavy.

His hands twitch and itch, his fingertips aching for the texture of violent blood.

He never acknowledged until now that it was an unpleasant feeling.

". . ."

Silence. There was only silence reigning inside the young fellow's empty head. Jin was simply breathless.

Holy moly.

He was speechless.

That's insanely tall . . . for a nineteen-year-old lad like him.

More importantly. H-How??

He shuts his gaping mouth close and can't help his consciousness to drift farther from his reach.

He unknowingly wraps his arms around Hiro and casually strokes his large back with his hands.

There's just two years gap between them.

He didn't know Hiro was still that potentially young. Well, not younger than him, but it's not too late for him to rekindle his wasted and rotting youth.

Now he knew the famous phrase truly does exist with a purpose.

One's looks can be extremely deceiving.

Aish, why hasn't that thought ever crossed his mind? And he recalls the small discussion they shared inside the elevator from the very first day he met and discovered his incorrigible manners.

'I am a university student myself.'

Hiro indeed mentioned it to him.

But he instantly assumed that he was somewhere near graduating, "Are you in first year college?"

Hiro closes his eyes and nuzzles dearly to his skin, shamelessly rubbing his face to him while forcefully taking his rejection to history.

"Third year."

Jin bent his head away and deliberately prayed to God if this was all a dream.

Jinja . . . why is this happening to him?

Hiro must have pushed a button somewhere when the blind existing beside the bed suddenly flew open, and the sunlight warmly lit up half of his dark room.

He averts his gaze back down at the person desperately attaching himself to him. His jet black hair was still styled in a beautiful mess more than ever, and his clothes were the most crumpled manner he has seen.

He looks rogue but alluring.

More than that, how can such a giant man act so candidly like this? He was not wrong in telling him he acts like a quarter younger than his age.

Doesn't he feel uncomfortable still wearing his trousers and belt?

Erm . . . even with his zipper d-down?

There's no denying that his 'thing' is still pressing against him.

"I finished primary education at five." Hiro mumbles against Jin's shoulders and rubs the side of his head up against his, hiding his shy expression, "Eventually received my first doctoral degree and am currently finishing the second."

The amount of surprise on Jin's face was immeasurable. His mouth fell, feeling his jaw sinking to the floor. Just . . . what?

What did he just say?

"You've finished . . . college?"

With a doctoral degree at nineteen? But still, pressed on studying another field?

This . . . this is getting too complicated for him.

Does he even merit to be in the same room with this man—erm . . . He's not even certain whether he's still able to call him one, but even the goddess Aphrodite swore Hiro does look, sound, and behave like a mature man with experience . . . well . . . most of the time.

And here he was weaker than average residents, talentless, independent, standing forty-five centimeters shorter than him, broke, a freeloader, and still waiting for his growth spurt to appear.

Jin succumbs to complete despair.

He's nineteen at that height, and who knows he can grow taller upon reaching further adulthood. Men's hormones are crazily unpredictable.

To have such manly achievements . . .

He stifles a silent sob.

God truly has his favorites. Jin munched his lips, wishing he was, too, favored by God, "How did you grow so tall?"

It's rare for Asians to have blessed genes.

Did he chug ten gallons of milk every day?