136 Chapter 132

Hiro hauled the young fellow to resurface back to the open air. His unbudging grip remained unchanged to Jin's round behind after two light taps he received from his shoulder. 

His grin was broad and held authentic joy, frivolous about the circumstances. No matter how he looks at it, he was in total advantage. 

His unholy heart could dine on the benefits of touching and holding his dearly beloved in constant closeness. 

If there was anything he could compensate for this gift. . . 

Hiro breathed the air Jin exhaled, and his fiery copper eyes softened at its unparalleled amenity. No amount of gold and fortune will stand worthy enough.

He would do anything. . .everything.

"Haaa."

The young fellow had pursed his lips, and they daintily part. Its rich color and plumpness left vulnerable, bound to tempt the devil himself to submit. 

Jin kept his crystal eyes sealed as the water pressure left his body, and he snuffed in intense need of oxygen. His damp hair falls slickly to the sides of his face and blocks his eyes. A flush of cadmium redness caressed his cheeks. They bloomed vibrantly with innocence and grace. 

He realized he should have abode to the haircut his mother and Ari, his one-time supervisor, suggested. 

Drifting into his unwanted thoughts, he ponders if Ari is safe or if she has played her card well and joined hands with Sana, the horrible woman who started all this.

The uneasy kindness and her endearing smiles, he remembers them vividly. 

Even the dreadful and shocking memory of it left inside his head causes a shiver to run through his entire body. 

She was shot dead.

And he saw it. 

Noticing he had only half of his attention, Hiro pressed his fingers to Jin's behind, squeezing them with a moping frown in dismay on his thinned lips. 

"What's troubling you, my dear?"

As the warmth of the hush breeze dried the dampness of his no less swollen lips, with careful consideration, Jin confidently loosened his arms around Hiro's neck and wiped his face, discarding his hair to the sides with his hand. He opens his eyes, and his purple quartz meets the beautiful canvas of the dark sky. 

"I remembered what happened before they brought me here." 

He does not have any hint of where they are. He is utterly oblivious. It terrified him. He thought it was impossible to escape, that the gods finally deprived him of solitude from seeing his family before he would perish from death. Yet Hiro manages to find him miraculously, and he is beyond grateful despite whatever strings the man pulled to do that. 

If Hiro did not appear in these woods on time, he might as well encounter the taste of Sana's tragic death. 

"You have me now," Hiro whispers, lifting Jin and carefully holding his little body from the depths of the lake as he places his lips on his little sprout's adams apple, planting a soft and gentle kiss, "Trust me, my love." 

Of course, those daring weaklings have paid the price of his fury—a fatal consequence far more agonizing than death. 

"Never will I let those people hurt you again." Hiro parts his lips and sucks onto his skin. I love you. 

There shall be no mercy left for their souls to exist and repent.

Flustered with a small smile of comfort across his lips, Jin innocently laughs and holds the man's face below his chin, who is shamelessly sucking a sensitive part of him. 

"Hiro!" He whisper-scold the naughty man. 

It tickles.

Hiro grinned, humming back, and teasingly gave him another gentle peck. "Oh, my love. You should worry about how dangerously close you are to me instead." He swung Jin around the waters and shared an endearing laughter with him. 

Hiro lowers him to level their heads. 

Stretching his hands to the water, Jin chuckles. Oh, the spinning has slowed down. Oh, dear. 

The warm water stills around their chest.

"Worry? Oh yes." Jin's eyes warmed and burned upon taking a clear and close look at Hiro's dripping hair and wet polo sticking to his toned skin. He quietly took a sharp intake of breath. 

Oh my . . .

Without second thoughts, his hands capture Hiro's head. He leans and gives the man's pointed nose and lips a kiss, his eyes squinting, smiling. How handsome. "I'm only troubled about my chest getting attacked again by a good-looking man."

A stunned expression shows on Hiro's face before his lovely midnight eyes completely shut close, and his head and hair fall back as his loud and beautiful laugh emerges from the wide smile on his lips. 

His dimples were vivid and visible. 

Good heavens. . . 

Jin stared at him, his thumb caressing the shallowness of his dimples while listening to the beautiful sound of his deep and baritone laughter, admiring. Oh, Hiro.

After all, his merry laughter was contagious. 

"Am I?" Hiro bent his head and kissed the center of his palm on his face. "Am I good-looking?"

His cheeky eyes and grinning lips did not escape Jin's eyes. He repays Hiro's smile and tilts his head to the side, and the waters cascade down to his cheek. "Do you think I would let someone kiss me if they weren't handsome?" 

Surprisingly, Hiro's sweet smile widens even more. Jin was expecting more of his pouting lips and sulking eyes. 

A large hand peels the damp cloth from his stomach. The cloth he saved from getting wet but now periled from the man's charge. 

"You told me I was the most handsome man you met." 

Hiro whispers, and the hairs of Jin's body rise. The water slowly descends to his waist, and he realizes Hiro is taking him to the shore. The man threw the polo, and neither of them cared how it sank to the very bottom. 

Hiro's red lips traveled down to his shoulder as his strong arms lifted him higher. "The tallest." 

Jin's mouth opens as his left bud perks up at his gentle kiss. He gasps. 

"The sexiest."

Jin bit his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing in excitement, "I never said you were the sexiest." 

Grumpy, Hiro bit Jin's twitching bud between his teeth before kissing it to ease the pain. He looks up, his eyes bright and demure, "My love."

Jin could not think clearly. His head was in the clouds, and his blinking eyes stared dizzyingly at the night sky. 

Hiro breathes through his neck. "Am I not?"

In the blink of an eye, he heard the harsh sound of provoked waters and felt the warmness of the polished rocks against his entire back. The waters gush behind his ears, sloping down to the sides of his waist. "Oh?" They were at the shore.

His legs were tucked and spread open with a monstrous bulge of a tent pressing above the smallness of his hips. His drunk lilac eyes glance up. Suddenly, his lower belly turned hot.

Hiro was panting. He was sitting in front of him with no merciful distance between their hips. The buttons of his long-sleeved polo were nowhere to be found, revealing his chest and insanely rigid abdomen open. 

Jin hiccups, his lilac pupils dilated and wide. W-What. . .

"Oh, dear." Hiro's large hands left the softness of Jin's waist, and he slowly took off his already buttonless cloth, displaying the broadness of his toned shoulders trained to mere perfection in years.

Hiro grins mischievously. "No?"