A low ear scrunching gasp escapes from Jin's lip as he consciously bites his bottom lip to restrain his jaw from falling repulsively at the cold floor beneath his feet. His round eyes widen far more, lashes batting up at him in disbelief. Is he crazy? Did he finally lose his sanity after too much sleep deprivation?
The young fellow exasperatingly shakes his head from side to side before he frustratingly played with the man's cheeks, pinching them furiously then gently caressing them to ease the pain he might have inflicted, "You can't do that! Don't ever do that! Actually, don't even think about doing that!" he scolds. His mortified heart was shaken abrasively as he firmly held the man's face a finger close to his face.
Even though he felt that their time was now shortened, it won't be long before his mother comes back.
It won't be long before Hiro leaves…but he's here spouting nonsense as if it's easy to throw his life away just like that. He didn't know he had suicidal thoughts this severely. Is he secretly mistreated at his home for him to refute and act this way?
Is he? "It'll bring you serious harm..." Worst, death would be welcoming him with open arms.
Looking at his unfazed pupils, it's truly a novel for him to even meet someone as peculiar as him.
Another stifling sigh escapes his lips as Hiro wordlessly rubs and leans his face to his touch, eyes shut close, and apparently not paying close attention to his words. Jin felt mentally disturbed. Should he talk about this with Mr. Harashi? Does he know his child's thoughts could be this…dark?
"Do you understand me?" Should he suggest him to attend counseling? Would he hear him out and not look at him as If he's overreacting? "…" Dragging someone into the light is not overreacting.
Hiro hums seeing him in deep thoughts. He cares. His half-opened eyes stared at him dearly with a small boyish smile painted on his lips, "I'm listening." He cares, he really does…
Jin felt dumbstruck all over, finding such dazzling limelight inhabitable. Aigoo, the least he could do is to warn him before he smiles like that. He wasn't emotionally and mentally prepared to fall over his own two clumsy feet for him. "G-Good…Can you at least stay over dinner?" but he can't help but want to persuade him to stay longer, having the sudden need to see his smiles at least a few more time as he likes.
On the contrary, Hiro did say he'd stay for dinner recalling back to their conversation inside his car, the moment before he knew embarrassment was waiting for him back then and the moment before he knew a pair of lips would be sealed with his.
A small hope blossomed inside his chest.
Could he? Could he stay?
Hiro rubs the tip of their nose together, his expression hurt and inflicted as he shuts his eyes close, controlling his strong urge to reconsider his request, "I can't take any risk of putting your life on the line." He has to leave no matter what the cost is.
Hiro's helpless eyes open once more and stared mesmerized at Jin's inquisitive and adorable expression of intrusiveness. Yes, come forth more, just a little closer and he'll have him completely captured, but he didn't foresee that his trip to be imprisoned back at home would be a great hindrance to his sweet youth, which barely had just begun.
Hiro's jaw madly clenches. Is it possible to hide him somewhere others couldn't be entangled with him?
He depressingly presses his forehead against Jin's, eyes glowering with immense dilemma. Such flawless piece should be kept hidden.
At this moment, he just wants to put him inside his pocket and run away.
Jin's plump lips tightened, forming into one steep line. What is he talking about? Seconds ago it was him who was talking about putting his own life on the line by his random idea of jumping off the rooftop.
The young fellow restrained himself to massage his aching temple, distressed.
For the love of God and anything holy, please enlighten him more patience to have and hold with this frustrated cougar.
But as expected, there's really no stopping him from leaving, but somehow, he doesn't feel a bit remorseful as he was, or was it because the thought that their paths will come across one another again in the future reassures him? It's a small world indeed, who would have thought he would know him? He never once imagined being in the same shoe he is now two days ago. It's breath-taking but at the same time mind-bending.
If leaving will be his case, then Hiro should be taking his phone with him. He doesn't want to endure his nagging calls until the wedding, that who knows when would take place.
"You should bring your phone—"
"Ugh…"
Out of cue, Hiro whimpers dramatically and his hands that are already groping the young fellow's impeccable behind selfishly tighten even more and pressed their bodies together, leaving no space and distance breathing between them as he lifts Jin's unguarded and weightless body off the floor.
"Erm…" Hiro groans and gulps uncomfortably and buried his head in Jin's slender swan-like neck as lets out a few fake, yet convincing coughs.
The startled young fellow places his hands on his strong shoulders, worry hovering over his attentive purplish crystal eyes, "H-Hiro?" adamant without flaw, Jin panics, alarmed. He doesn't sound okay.
Hiro leans back briefly, fully wearing a pitiful frown across his lips. He straightens his back for Jin to have a clearer view of him looking weakly down at his own chest and Jin's eyes hastily followed where he's looking.
His chest…
Oh no. Jin places both of his palms on top the man's chest, his thumb softly caressing him in his clothes, his heart humping nervously, "Which place hurts?" Is he having a hard time breathing? Or was his chest tightening too?
Kai cleared his throat and unresponsively hurried back to his favorite spot on his neck, excessively controlling himself not to stifle a smile as it will blow the act he started. He places a quick kiss on the back of Jin's earlobe. He really does care.
But pain, how would he define that with words? He recalls a few scattered memories he had at the base and recalling the repeated pleads and cries of his passing enemies.
"It hurts…Make it stop."
Hiro whispered sardonically. His voice was low and gentle, and his eyes hooded straight at Jin's pale skin. If he bites him here would it turn paler instead of red? His eyes beam in curiosity.
Not sure of what to do, Jin runs his fingers through the man's ruined waxed hair before he pats him on back. Hiro took it as a signal and leans away. When Jin got his full attention, he leans and placed a brief and light kiss on top his dressed chest and he felt hundreds of butterflies churning and fluttering endlessly inside his stomach as his lips briefly felt the warmness of his clothes.
The same warmth that comforted him in the elevator, on his campus' school grounds, inside his neat and extravagant car, here in the apartment…
He admits he's slowly starting to love and need this warmth and cozy feeling.
Whenever something painful inside his body occurs, his mother would always kiss the part where it hurts and though the pain inside wouldn't simply go away, it would give him enough strength to endure further. And so he hopes to at least give him a bit of strength to hold onto, "I should go tell mom to dial a doctor."
Before Jin could forcibly run and escape from his grasp, Hiro tighten his grip around him. His breathing turned heavy, darkened eyes lost in wonder. "Here, too," he parts his lips and slips out his tongue to poke at his upper lip, "It's itchy…"
"Itchy?" Jin's brows furrow, failing to hide his amusement.
"But a kiss isn't a remedy for itchiness." Never have been and never will be. Should he scratch his lips for him? He's conscious that it'll leave him a bruise.
Hiro frowns in dismay. Then should he have said it hurts than it's itchy?
Is it too late to take back his words?
Jin pokes the man's pointed nose. Thinking enough about it, he used to have skin irritation often. A kiss does work when his mother does it to him when he was young. He puffed his cheeks and tightens his lips, hesitating. Hiro would find him childish for sure.
But…
Slowly, he leans in and very lightly brushes his lips against Hiro's upper lip. His heart strongly hammering inside his chest and his ears deafen at the next thing that urge him to do.
Jin parts his lips more, tilt his head, and leans further, causing their nose to touch each other's faces as he takes the man's lip inside his mouth, in between his parted lips, and did the same thing Hiro did to him. His small, warm, and wet tongue rub and traced his lips, licking him, slowly and shakily.
Nervous that there was no response nor reaction from what he did, Jin pulls away, but a hand went to the back of his head and pushes his face towards a sturdy surface, it was Hiro's chest.
Hiro gulps feeling his throat running dry and his unfocused eyes turn crimson red in desire.
He firmly holds Jin's head steady against his chest for him not to see his restrained expression as his hand submerges more into Jin's soft hair from the back of his head.
The young fellow had no choice but to lean his forehead unto the man's chest, feeling a sense of déjà vu as he flushes from astonishment for what he had just done.
A small sheepish smile unknowingly escapes Hiro's lips, but soon after he sighs in disdain for the fact that he could have deepened the kiss if they weren't running short in time, "The envelopes…" He can't help but pause and grieve for missing an opening, "remember to bring them to your mother."
"Okay." Jin quietly replied, still immersed from fresh embarrassment as he presses his nose more to Hiro's polo shirt and he looks worriedly at his buttons. They look like they're about to burst at any moment.
Crazy.
How old exactly is he? How much does he weigh?
He'll make sure to ask him when they meet again. Jin smiles. He's looking forward to his answer. He pushes his head back, his chin pressing against his muscular chest as Hiro drew small circles at the back of his head with his fingers, his eyes soft, "I'll see you at the wedding."
Jin nods and cups his face. He traces his fingers around his eyes and his touch halts and stops under his eyes, "Until then, I want to see none of these." He whispers in concern, as light as a breeze.
Hiro chuckles and hums in splendor, and Jin could perfectly feel the buoyant vibration of his laugh in his chest.
"Certainly," the man responds, leaning more to pamper his ear with silent kisses. "Until then…wait for me." Please…