83 Chapter 80: Strawberries and Pink (Part 1)
Hiro pulls the whimpering young fellow closer to him, embracing him and retaining him securely in his arms. His brows were glowering in deep concern upon feeling his little body shaking against him, and an avoidable twinge of discomfort significantly pierces through his shaken heart. He looks down at him and the sight was unbearable.
"I'll be back shortly," He whispers dearly to the frightened fellow before him as he tries to comfort his cold and shivering body with his warmth.
His deft hand moves its way to the back of Jin's head whilst his other arm crawl and locks around his slim waist. Hiro leans in and buries his nose to his scented hair as he tries to calm him down, but Jin determinedly shakes his head in disagreement.
"Don't go . . ." Don't leave me h-here. Please. It's dark.
He hates the dark.
Jin squashes his face between his hands that were tightly clenching against the man's sheer sleeves and Hiro's squinted eyes lovingly stared down at his small figure. He hushes the quivering young fellow before him, a bit startled by his sudden upsurge fright.
Hiro kisses him on top of his. His hand releases the hold of his head and reaches for the fingerprint sensor led on his right. It scans and reads the registered pattern of his finger and the hidden interior lights inside the car automatically flicker on and brighten up the long and wide car.
Jin's lids remained tightly shut closed. His heart was thumping at his throat, but when a saccharine and calming fragrant fills the air, and felt a gentle caress on his back, with enough assurance, he slowly opens his eyes.
He was first greeted by the sight of Hiro's shy smile paired with the delighted gleam inside his eyes as he stared down and studies him. Jin pursed his lips, breathing in relief as he rest the side of his head on the man's strong shoulder and his sight naturally takes him to survey the insides of the car in clear sight.
A high-pitched and clipped hiccup escapes his parted lips.
He looks back at the man and blinks.
He loosened his grip on Hiro's sleeve and rub his eyes, but as he opens his lids again, the same profligate heaping privilege left a sting in his round eyes.
What . . .
His eyes shift to the circular marble table screwed in the center of the car where a generous amount of sweets together with a small inactivated chocolate fountain can be seen hurled at the center of its flat surface.
His breath ceased from seeing all the different colors and packs from different brands he easily recognized. They were his favorites.
Even his accustomed strawberry mint candy is there.
His eyes resume studying the remaining details of the seemingly another type of universe he's seated in.
The extravagant lounge was a reckless move.
The private plane was unnecessary.
And now this?
A long, spacious, out-of-the-line large automobile limousine.
But . . . It's pink?
He shakes his head. That's not what matters . . . Isn't he flaunting his wealth a bit t-too much? He didn't even know the man was also quite accustomed to pink.
He breathes out, feeling the painful air escaping his lungs as it passes through his mouth.
Is this even okay?
"I'll be back shortly. I promise."
Hiro ducks his head and he saw him take something out from below the cushioned seat where he's seating. It was a pair of light blush pink cottoned slippers—coincidently the same ones he had hidden in his room back in their apartment in Howngwon.
And it's his size.
Before he could even ask about the slipper's origin, Hiro casually slips them on his numb and frozen feet and steps back.
The man grins at his confused and dumbfounded expression. He quickly leans in and gave his cheek a swift peck before he escapes and silently closes the door, leaving him inside baffled while staring anxiously down at his fingers, afraid to move or else he'll break something out his bank can afford.
That naughty cub!
He glances at the window beside him and saw Hiro walking towards a certain direction, striding farther away from the car and he was completely oblivious of the abrupt shift of grim expression on his face.
His shoulder flinches and he backs away, startled. His entire back was now finely pressed against his seat when an unforeseen large number of men appear out of nowhere.
They were coming from unspecific secluded areas he didn't know existed until now. Their large number was alarming, but when he saw they were uniformed in the same black dressing as Shun Ahjussi, his fear somehow lessens.
He saw them run desperately in sync to one place—towards the proud man himself who stood superior and mighty among them in his light clothing.
Jin wished to study his fine dominant presence further, but Hiro's lean back was facing him and with the thick tinted windows, he can barely see or hear anything from outside.
The numbers of them he saw way back from their university was nothing compared to this and he wonders what kind of work Hiro does to have this insane number of people who beckon at his call. Or maybe he really is an important figure who needs this much security with given knowledge of his family's legacy.
He has been curious about that, too. He searched his name on the internet and his doubts about whether his records are even available on public searches were right.
Giving up and deciding to patiently wait for him instead, his eyes sets in front of him and there he saw his pink bag above a pastel pink feather wool-covered chair.
His bag's front was facing him and it seems too snug and comfortable from where it was placed.
Inside his bag is where his phone lies.
He could still call his mother to check wherever she is.
He bit his lower lip. The car reeks with a faint cotton candy smell and Pink is literally everywhere. As much as it's weird for him to know this other side of Hiro existed, he's pleased to see his also favored color in luxury.
It's a completely satisfying sight to see.
Before he could even stand in planning to get his bag, he jumps on his seat when the door to his right opens, and Hiro with a visible bitter mood hops in and slides closer to his side.
The car starts immediately when he entered and all along Jin didn't even know that he wasn't alone inside the car. There was a windshield covering and separating the backseat from the front seat, and focusing his eyes on the matter, he can see there is indeed someone maneuvering the wheels in front.
Jin looks down at his fingers on his lap, bothered by the heavy silence and discomforting ambiance in the air.
When Jin looked over to his left again, the sour mood written on the man's face was long gone like it was never there before. Hiro's gaze didn't look like he could strangle someone on sight like a while ago, instead, they were in its usually calm and relaxed glow.
What a moody man.
And it still gives him chills whenever his mood swings hit differently.
"Did you wait long?"
Jin shakes his head at his question. If he recalls, it only took him a minute to sit anxiously on his seat and sip every pinkness of this car through his head.
The young fellow breathes in before stating his worries, "Do you happen to know where my mother is?"
Surprisingly his phobia of riding cars had meaningfully slipped his mind.
How couldn't he when he's momentarily distracted by the sight and smell around him?
He bit his tongue and suppressed his urge to laugh at the strawberry pillows he sees on the long chair adjacent to theirs.
Hiro presumptuously hums and reaches out on the table, "Thirsty?"
Jin nods, waiting for the reply he needed.
"Iced or warm?" Hiro's brows were furrowed as he exchanged looks to the supplies under the table.
"Warm," Jin responds. "The car . . ."
Hiro doesn't reply but reaches out for a bottle of water by the side. When he lend him the bottle in his hand, surprisingly they were extremely warm, but not hot enough to burn him.
It was the same warmness his palms liked touching—the same warmness he felt on Hiro's body.
"Your mother is at the main mansion. I heard there were delayed materials delivered that are needed for the preparation for the reception."
Jin couldn't help but frown at what he heard and he hates himself for feeling that way. It's finally tomorrow and he despised himself for feeling this unavoidable sense of disappointment.
Seeing him occupied and spacing out, Hiro leans in and nuzzles his head on the space between his neck and shoulder, "Don't frown. She was reluctant to leave you. You woke up an hour late to have missed stopping her departure."
Jin's cheeks puffed. How does he know his thoughts too well?
"But what do you think?"
Jin tries to see his face from his neck without moving his head but failed, "Hmm?" Think of what?
Hiro stares at him with a visible and frown on his lips. That's not the response he was expecting. Does he not like it? "I see. We shall reaccustomed everything."
Jin's eyes blink rapidly, utterly oblivious of what he's saying.
