79 Chapter 76

Jin was taken by surprise. His startled amethyst pupils continue to quiver and his powerless fingers trembled immensely as his pale fingertips turned numb and cold for a second.

He unconsciously lifts his hands and cups Hiro's damp face, his thumb smoothly wiping and brushing off the warm liquid continuously falling from his pained crestfallen eyes.

"Which hand was it?" The man mumbled against his palm, his voice slightly shaking as he pleads, "Tell me." Tell me, which hand did that bastard dare to touch?

Hiro seized his elbows as his eyes dropped to examine his arms for any scratch that can be seen despite Jin's hands that were still intact and cupping his face.

When his sight detected the dark marks around his left wrist that had already turned purplish red, he stared at it silently as if it was a crisis that weighted his heart down enough for him to turn his back against the world as his unbelievable tears persisted to cascade down from his eyes.

Hiro . . .

Jin squeezed the man's cheeks together and placed a bit of strength to force his head up to meet his determined and worried amethyst eyes, "I'm alright. It'll eventually fade away." Really, it will.

His heart hurts at the sight of him.

He drew little circles on his cheek with his thumb as he can never be more frank and honest. Although he feels strangely happy inside to witness him worry, he doesn't want it to come to this extent.

His tears . . . He wants to see none of them as they were precious. Seriously, this moody cougar is too good for him and he wants him to know that he doesn't have to trouble himself like this.

As a matter of fact, this much bruise doesn't surprise him anymore. He experienced far more worse than this when he stubbornly participated in their dodge ball activity at school. It was only one time and he had to plead the people who got involved to never mention a single word to his mother.

He rubs the tip of his thumb against his wet lashes, and Hiro shut his eyes close in response as he leaned and bent to his touch.

Jin glanced at him with warmth and dared not question what drives him to weep over this much as taking and talking from his experience, it would only make him feel worse whenever someone asks him about it.

Hiro's grip on his elbows slips and tightly wraps around his waist, taking its possessive and rightful claim on him which Jin has consistently thought about his desperate touch when no one in his life would even dare to hold him with such intimacy and gentleness apart from him.

Hiro tips and leans his face more to the cold palms lovingly cupping his cheeks as his lips casually graze against Jin's slim fingers, showering light and careful kisses to his hand that is linked to his injured wrist.

Jin beamed and smiled at the sight of him. He swept the man's hair back and gently drew his face closer to him. Giving enough thought to his sincere and adorable wholesomeness, he place one swift and quiet kiss on his forehead, and naturally, he felt the man before him freeze, stunned by the action he personally initiated.

"I never knew you were such a crybaby," whispered Jin, and he never thought that seeing him cry in the situation instead of him could be any more adorable.

"I never cry," Hiro purred, gone the downhearted expression on his face.

He wasn't accustomed to acknowledge any weaknesses since he was young, let alone tears that only show where his grief and shortcomings are from.

It was a strict rule in his lineage. Vulnerability leads to nothing but an opening for his enemies to target, a way to cast and start his downfall, but he needed not to worry about such a thing as it always appeals to him how could one express great grief over temporary circumstances? His strained young self was oblivious of the reason why would one be able to agonize over insignificant things when death has already been decided for them ahead?

He was taught that everything has its place, purpose, and ending in this world, and he was one that forcefully controls one's 'ending fate' above all—the deaths he craves were for his thirst for dominance and vengeance about his pent-up frustration towards the emptiness he feels inside, not for treaty and peace or serving his nefarious heritage.

That drive and desperateness to feel the mere emotions others naturally would.

It was like looking at the endless slick darkness looking for light—meaningless and pointless.

Ever since he met Jin—the mild curiosity, intriguing expectations, the seemingly impossible excitement in his innocence, the grief, sadness, strong urgency to accomplish such possession, the irritating worries and anxiousness, and the indescribable pain plunging in his chest.

It was new and strange, all because he trust to show this other persona of him.

For the first time, he felt genuinely weak and helpless.

It was a foreign feeling he confesses he's starting to want despite the fear on the other end of the boat.

And if shedding tears would allow him to be treated like this, "Do that again, Jin-ah." He breathes, shutting his eyes and snuggling unto the warm and cold feel of his flesh from the side of his neck as he tightens his hold of his small and precious existence closer to him.

He's capable of wanting this feeling too, just like the rest.

He's human.

And he wants to delude himself that he can be loved despite his origins.

"Have you calmed down a bit?" A small smile paints the young fellow's lips.

Jin eventually purses his lips and then presses them once more to Hiro's forehead as he requested, creating a loud and distracting smack sound, causing the enthralled young man in front of him to nod his head. His large and thick hands were squeezing him relentlessly, pleased and tamed.

Hiro's half-squinted eyes were glistening with warmth and grinning back at him, but all of a sudden he lifts him from sitting comfortably on his lap and place him back down on the bed as he slid off from the mattress and stood tall from the side of the bed.

Clueless about what happened, Jin quietly studied Hiro as the man started strolling away from the bed and strides towards the small stool bar at the corner of the room, and Jin only noticed now that Hiro's usual lush cuff links are nowhere to be seen in sight as his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his unbelievable strong masculinity.

Jin gulps before he drools himself as his sinful and reluctant eyes lower their gaze from his admiring his muscular back.

Without Hiro's suit jacket on, he can perfectly see a thick black belt enfolding around his lower hips with his slacks tightly hugging his round and too perfect behind.

His jaw naturally falls as his wide eyes gawk at the way his large buns move and sway as the man effortlessly walks. He was utterly mesmerized, completely lost.

He shuts his mouth and gulps. He looks away and repents from his devious thoughts. Lord, do forgive him, but how come a man own such plump butt? 'I will forever be in debt to you for giving me the opportunity to see such splendid and extraordinary sight.'

When Hiro came walking back to his side, who was entirely oblivious of the admiration of his behind, had an ointment between his fingers that looked ridiculously small in contrast to his large hand.

Hiro sat back down and pulled the stiff young fellow to his side. He offered and spread his other palm wide open in front of him, nudging for Jin's hand. Jin bit his tongue and ever so slowly lift his hand and place them down against his.

Just like the way Hiro slowly intertwined their fingers together, his captured heart feels lighter and overwhelmed as if all his worries have gone elsewhere. He could not think of anything else but the warmness not only he felt in his nervous hand but also deep within him, and he was bewildered at the deep sincere pair of raven eyes staring down at him.

Hiro leans in, turns their linked hands, and casually kissed the back of his hand before he opens the small cap of the ointment sachet with one hand and finally started applying the medicine to his swollen skin.

Jin held his breath as his face burns more. He could not overlook anymore how much time they had been together when every second he was with him always felt comfortable and reassuring. He loves it as much as he likes him.

Hiro was starting to turn into his safe haven.

Throughout the gentle and painless process, all Jin could do was peacefully study him from his clean work. He looks so determined and committed in applying ointment on him and for a moment, he was fascinated by this other side of him.

How lucky are his workmates who could see this sight of him every single day.

Calm and straight thickened brows, serious and extremely focused copper black eyes, relaxed and serene expression, and thinned tinted lips.

For the hundredth time, he's in awe of him once more.

He looks immaculate.

"It's swollen."

Hiro murmurs as he withdraws his pinky finger for a moment, pausing briefly from applying ointment against him and examines his work. His nervous eyes peek up at him before opening his mouth again, "Painful?"

Jin shakes his head at his question without noticing the soft smile imprinted on his lips, "Thank you." He mouths.

Hiro grins and gently pulls his arm over as he traces tender kisses from his inner elbow, clothed shoulder, and to his pale neck.

The young fellow shudders and squints his eyes when he felt ticklish from his pampering, "Aren't you busy?"

"Clearly not," he replied by trailing the tip of his nose to his small jawline and halts when he reaches the tip of his chin. He purses his lips and gave Jin's adorable Adam's apple a light peck.

"What about your work?"

Jin carefully rests his hands on Hiro's broad shoulders to prevent himself from falling back against the bed behind him whilst helplessly receiving his continuous attack. At the same time, he was being extra careful not to graze his wrist with the ointment on against his white-sleeved polo. It would be heartbreaking to ruin his hard work and dedication.

He gasped and laughed when Hiro further trailed his lips down to his tempting collar bone.

"Work can function without me." Hiro can't help but open his mouth and suck his pale skin between his lips. The young fellow winces and he backs away to see the result. Seeing the slight redness on his skin from what he has done has put a satisfied smile on his face.

Red. It turned red.

"I-I'm sure you are deeply needed. Have your classes been adjourned?" Jin bites his lips. He was getting more and more distracted. This . . . This won't do.

Since the neckline of the children's hospital gown he was wearing has a large and too open neckline, Hiro easily pulled the edge of the thin cloth and tipped his head in.

Jin's eyes turn wide again in surprise, "H-Hiro!"

"Yes?"

He responds teasingly without looking at him, and only then did Jin forcefully pull his head out from peeking inside his thin clothing when he felt his hot breath softly fanning against his now sensitive left bud.

Jin crouches, his shoulders rising upwards, "What are you doing . . ." He pants.

Hiro wordlessly inches closer and press his moist lips under his eye upon seeing the alarmed expression on his face. His large palms that are currently holding him firmly from the sides of his waist slip up to his underarm as his thumb gently push and press his hard and provoked buds above his cloth.

Jin flinches and shut his eyes, "Ngh . . ." Weird . . . he feels weird. "Y-You're not listening."

"I am attentively with you," whispers Hiro against his face. His breath smells like mint and grape juice, "I have also come to like these two."