78 Chapter 75
Jin's breath hitches at the sudden pitfall danger bestowed upon him. His stomach churns clockwise, and his heart defenselessly flutters and beats inside his chest. He was breathless, but he forcefully shut his hanging jaw and closed his mouth, though he was still drawn and dazzled by the peaceful and majestic canvas of him.
Contrary to now, Hiro's usually swept back and waxed hair was in complete chaos, a captivating mess that suited him well.
He couldn't help the crime but drool over such rare sight of him.
He looks divine, like a celestial being that brings peace to anyone, and for a moment, he almost forgot to breathe and remember how healthy and soft his tendrils were to touch and skim his fingers over.
Looking now that he's feeling better than he deserved, Hiro must have saved him again.
His knight in charming black suit and not to mention prince of dark moodiness.
His delicate amethyst eyes lower at the man's outfit that seems uncomfortable to sleep on. He is clothed in his accustomed suit but he sees he had disregarded his jacket, vest, and tie this time.
He was only dressed in his classic white crisp long-sleeved polo with two dangerously undone buttons, revealing his helplessly pressed buns—his oh-so-muscular-underwear-dropping firm chest.
Jin blinks and looks away, gulping feverishly on his place. Suddenly he felt thirsty, but then again he settles his gaze on him once him.
Is it wrong to think that he's far more dashing than anyone he has seen to pull out such supremacy in that simple clothing of his?
He looks like a delinquent and an abandoned CEO. One that captures and breaks many hearts within the radius of his magnetic presence . . . and he can say he'd be one of those ten thousand enthralled hearts around him, though he'd like to keep his heart unbroken on that matter.
Unconsciously, Jin lifts his hand and the tip of his fingers gently grazes against the man's furrowed brows. His heart could melt in complete awe for him.
Even in his sleep, his unyielding mood is spoiled.
Jin chuckles and shakes the thought away.
His tender touch moves up to his fine sheds of hair that was flawlessly hanging against his forehead. He swept them back, revealing more of his prominent features.
He really is the most handsome person he has met so far and he's not sure whether anyone in Korea could easily rival that acknowledgment.
His amethyst eyes continue to study every curve of Hiro's face, from the small arc at the edge of his thin lashes to his undeniably sharp jaws. He observes the calming patterns of his short breaths and the way his pupils occasionally move beneath his lids.
And he asks himself, 'This is how he looks like when he sleeps?'
How unfair God is.
He looks so serene and peaceful . . . so beautiful. He could watch him like this all day.
Hiro suddenly moves in his sleep, and for a brief moment, Jin freezes and panics.
The man's firm arm that was strongly wrapped around his waist tightens even more, but not tight enough to crush his bones. Hiro pulls him closer. His other arm which was bent beneath his head as a pillow moves up to capture his hand against his hair.
He's awake—
*Ticks*
The door suddenly spreads and opens, and his heart sank and drops in fright. A female nurse came in and jumped in surprise to see him awake.
With one hefty breath, Jin instantly frees his grip against the thick comforter and puts it back down, hiding the calm sleeping cougar beside him. Although the considerable large bump under the sheet at his side was already questionable enough, he still tried to look unflustered and as natural as he is when he looked back at the quiet nurse, who now seemed reluctant to approach him.
Tipping his head to the other side, he examines the troubled nurse until she reaches the conclusion of taking another half step forward but stops there before she starts skimming through the papers in her hands.
She was standing a couple of meters away and about two steps near the door, but he can clearly see her shoulders trembling.
"I see you're awake," She nervously clears her throat, "Do you feel anything new?"
Why is she so far away?
Jin politely shakes his head at her question.
His upset stomach and dizziness have disappeared and are nowhere to be found, which he's relieved to know, "Just . . . Just a slight headache—"
He trailed off and stopped talking when his captured hand is suddenly tugged under the sheets.
Jin clears his throat when the nurse blinks at him questionably.
He smiles at her, but squirms on his seat, his ears turning red upon feeling something warm and wet was pampering small and quiet kisses against his open palm.
"You've been unconscious for the entire day. I'm glad you finally regained consciousness."
The young nurse expressed and she sounded so relieved causing Jin to ponder over her demeanor. It was as if bad luck would befall upon her if he didn't.
Is he overthinking things again?
Of course, anyone would be at ease to see a patient finally gaining consciousness. It's a complete sign of hope, after all. But a small part of his head was yelling and pointing at the obvious culprit within the room. It appeared so unexpectedly to the point it scared him how unhesitant his subconscious was at judging someone at that thought.
It can't be.
Well . . . on the second thought, it might.
"Everything's fine. All your vitals are stable, but I will be checking you from time to time. Until you'd like to discharge, do approach my desk on the first floor at the corner right or you could just pull the satin rope on your right if you need me for anything."
The nurse beamed and unlike her troubled expression when she came in, she had a hugely successful smile plastered on her face upon leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
Jin glanced beside him in curiosity and saw a thick golden rope hanging from who knows where.
He'll just pull this and she'll be notified?
Interesting . . .
Hidden from his sight and as he was momentarily distracted, Hiro parts his lips and opens his mouth secretly beneath the sheet. He sticks his tongue out and starts lapping the center of Jin's palm, licking him. He purred and shut his eyes at its sweet scent and fine taste.
"Ah . . ."
Jin screamed in surprise when his hips were suddenly pulled down, and in a blink of an eye, his entire back is already pressed against the huge bed and Hiro's hand protecting his head from the impact stayed unmovable behind his head.
His awestruck amethyst eyes gazed up at the awoken cougar now dangerously hovering above him, eyes awake and dark, further trapping him from beneath.
"Hiro?" He whispers his name and the longing feel of his name as it rolls on his tongue was unavoidable.
Jin calmly waited for him to respond to his call. He's been longing to hear and feel his deep baritone voice hugging his ears. He admits how much he missed him, but noticing that he was left frozen in his place and just silently staring down at him without uttering a single word, worry starts to wash over him.
What's wrong?
His pale hands reached up to him and cupped his face, and as his cold touch reunites against his warm skin, a small but sharp pang of pain pierces through his chest upon feeling him shivering against his touch.
Alarmed, he pulled him for an embrace and the once unmovable and silent man gave nothing in and complied.
Hiro buried his face against the center of his neck, his body alarmingly shaking as they embrace each other tightly, now feeling each other's deep longing for one another.
Even though Hiro was keeping his weight off from pressing against him too much, he could still feel the incredible heaviness weighing his slim figure down the bed further.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
The man repeatedly mumbled between his short breaths fanning against him.
Jin hushes him down and buries his nose to his jet-black hair, and he solemnly smiles when it smelled exactly how he remembered it would. "What are you sorry for?" His frail arms move to hug around his neck.
He really misses him.
Hiro always felt warm to hold, and it was a rare good feeling he keeps craving for. It gives him a different sense of comfort he never experienced before with anyone else.
Just him.
But good lord, why is he trembling so much?
Why is everyone trembling today?
"Everything," whispered Hiro against his sensitive skin and his cracked voice in his confession was too pitiful and heartbreaking to hear.
He doesn't get why he's apologizing to him right now. As much as he's glad they had reunited, but right now he's lost, "Why are you apologizing?" Jin played with his soft hair, casually swirling them with his fingers and occasionally rubbing his tensed scalp, "Calm down. You did nothing wrong," He calmly says to him when he felt like the man was about to burst into tears at any moment.
Feeling his unstable and shaking breathing against him, Jin felt a large hand gripping his thigh apart.
Hiro spread his slender leg beneath him, and with the thin hospital gown on, his tenacious touch effortlessly traveled all the way to his behind without interruption. Hiro shamelessly captured and squeezed one of his round behind like it gives him natural comfort and Jin parts his lips, silently gasping for air.
"Did I really?"
Hiro looks up at him, his quivering heart somehow feels at ease and the loud violent voices inside him finally quiets down.
He plants two small and wet kisses at the tip of Jin's upturned nose before he rests his forehead comfortably against his, painfully consuming and drinking in his sumptuous beauty.
He looked as beautiful and tempting as he last saw him. His livid eyes soften, and if it is a crime to witness such darling loveliness, he'd willingly be enslaved all his life.
He looks more enticing when he's awake.
Definitely.
Jin tightens his grip around Hiro's neck. The lively color at the tip of his ears slowly and thoroughly spreads across the pale complexion of his cheeks.
He bites his quivering tongue under his tightly sealed lips as he shudders under his intense gaze. He gradually nods his head, his sincere amethyst eyes staring warmly at his dark but gentle globes.
They were no longer mysterious or foreign whenever he gets to study them up close. Looking at him, he was the same 'Hiro' he knew. The same sweet cougar he slept with in his bed without any quarrel.
'Err, the word 'slept' seems wrong,' his subconscious points out, and he could never agree more
There was a tint of painful secrecy in his dark eyes and Jin wonders why.
Hiro locks his grip on his behind, and without breaking their eye contact, he pulls him closer to him and lifts him off from the bed, letting him freely sit on his lap as the thick comforter around them drops and pools behind his back.
"How could they do that to you . . ."
His groggy and deep voice was on a brink of distinction as if it was too painful for him to say. It was barely audible to hear and understand.
Hiro holds him with utmost care. He treated him like a fine gem easily to break with one mistake of his.
He's upset. Too upset . . .
Oh no. Jin was too startled to respond and before he could even catch a breath to process and sink everything in, he felt not one but two warm liquids falling and cascading down from his cheeks to his jaws.
He froze and his shaking eyes glances up at the wet and pained umbra black eyes staring down at him.
Hiro . . .
