*thump* *thump* *thump*
Jin swallowed nervously.
He could feel the splintering shock in his nerves and his wavering heart racing inside him.
Its clamant pleas were pounding in his ears and the back of his head. His violet eyes shook as he gazes unto the soulful black eyes staring up at him intensely with a beseeching look.
His left hand unconsciously reaches out to caress Hiro's frowning brows, his delicate touch tracing his pair of groomed and thick strands.
They were beautiful, and without much thought, he instantly presumed that he had been enduring mental strain while reminiscing about his mother that left him, which he shouldn't have pried further.
A small part of his chest ached, he felt something squeezing it with force, and unshed grief amassed in the corners of his eyes. His tear was close to falling, and Hiro watched how it dropped in just a flick of his lash, falling and leaving a small and barely visible mark on his collar.
Jin leans and gently presses his quivering lips to his forehead.
Oh, Hiro.
God knew that no one else was reigning over his mind at the moment but this man before him—this man that he had come to love. "I wish I would have met you earlier," and perhaps they could have healed each other's hearts from falling into ashtray.
But now it's too late, the wound is already deep and unhealthy to the soul.
"I know it's hard to forget and it's harder to let go."
The pain. The questions. The doubt. He knows these thoughts paralyze and numbs the mind night by night.
He should be mindful of that in the future.
He is aware his voice is shaking because he can't help it. He can't help but fall deeper into this broken man before him.
Someone . . . there was someone like him carrying the same damage he bore. Every time other people came to console him regarding his father, he felt that they were seeing pity and they couldn't be mindful of the overflowing pain inside him.
But he wished Hiro's mother wouldn't have chosen to leave. He wished to the world that pain didn't get to touch this man's kind heart.
He can hear Hiro struggling to breathe below him. His ragged breath ventilated against his chest as his brusque arms crawled across his small back and waist, not letting him go just yet.
"More." Hiro whispers, lifting his head closer to him. "Kiss me more."
And just like that, the pang in Jin's chest dissipated as he laughed.
He drove Hiro's shoulders back to the bed as his pea laughter ricocheted and echoed in the room.
Hiro's lips parted from the rejection, his eyes were blinking, and at some point, he looked disbelieved. He whimpers, and though his melodramatic grunts are as shameless as he can be, Jin pouted. He eyed the man skeptically before leaning in, nevertheless, and planting a soft and quick kiss on his forehead.
Hiro biting his lips to stop his smile from forming, and the redness blossoming in his cheeks didn't escape his eyes.
Aigoo.
"To whom should I tattle your misbehaviors to?" If he's not well acquainted with his family, where should he run to rant about this man's mischief? When he's being undeniably cunning and shrewd.
Hiro puts his hand on his behind and shamelessly caresses and squeezes his bounty roundness.
Not to mention clingy and touchy for such a man like him.
Jin sighs, hopeless, "Do you not want to talk about your mother in the future?"
It's at least polite for him to ask and take note of his response.
And they should get up and prepare if no one is seeking them, then they would have to find someone to assist them at this hour.
Sated and in solace, Hiro sowed his nose on his skin, adoring his scent and feeling the lovely softness of his cold skin.
"I just don't want you to follow her." Nor think of her.
Frowning, the young fellow shook his head, "Are you afraid I might find her to ask questions of your extraordinary and baffling characters?"
Hiro replied with an anxious squeeze around his waist, threatened and seemingly not understanding his joke.
Wrapping his arms gently around the man, Jin strokes his fingertips against Hiro's scalp and watches how he breaks and surrenders into his embrace.
Seriously.
He's not that nosy to tamper with someone else's family issues.
He tilts his head and sleeps his forehead against Hiro's swept-back hair. "I am weak to face her."
Hiro's face fell at his response.
Meanwhile, Jin imagined meeting his mother and telling her he had tried to seduce his son and had been fond of straddling him in his bedroom.
With a lush chill, Jin shuddered ever thinking about personally saying that to anyone.
"No!" Immediately, Hiro denied it, and he groaned into his neck after realizing he had unconsciously raised his voice at him.
"It's okay," Jin reassured him that he wasn't startled by placing a peck on the tip of his blessed nose.
Hiro's breathing was rough, it was concerning, but it was as if he was lamenting why he misunderstood.
Jin stifles a nervous breath, trying his best to understand him. "What's not?"
What is it then?
Hiro hauls his waist and shifts, now pinning him on the bed with his scorned expression hovering inches above him, and he thrust his hips forth, pushing his thighs apart.
Jin's lips part at the pained midnight eyes above him.
Hold on—
"Never run away from me like she did to her marriage."
What's happening?
Too dumbfounded to speak, Jin covers his arms to his face, his cheeks red as pepper and his eyes left wide in shock.
God, why is this man so unpredictable?
"Hiro, w-we aren't even together yet."
Hiro held his wrists and peeked through his shyness, and Jin was surprised this time to find a charming smile on his lips.
For Pete's sake . . . He can't keep up with this man.
"Then be with me. Marry me—"
" . . . an!"
He halts and directly draws his head to the side, peeking towards the door from the other side of the room—his room.
What was that? His brows curled, "I think I heard something."
Hiro paused, and his lips thinned, displeased but not taking his eyes off the young fellow's delicate side profile.
Jin looks back at Hiro, meeting his fiery gaze. Looks like he heard it too.
One minute he was unhappy, then pleased, and now he's upset.
" . . . ji—. ."
Hearing the barely audible voice for the second time clarifies his guess. Looks like someone's really at the door. Well, it's about time for them to go.
"Ojisan!" (Uncle!)
Haru?
He stares at Hiro.
"Oikitemasu ka? Ojisan!" (Are you awake? Uncle!)
Ojisan? Uncle?
Jin lets out a heavy breath, covering his mouth as he stops himself from laughing at the darkness that swept Hiro's face.
"Is ojisan here?"
They heard Haru speak outside the door. His voice sounded disappointed and upset.
"Yes, young master . . . This is—" Someone else replied but was cut off by Haru's frank answer.
"But this isn't ojisan's room."
"Y-Yes . . . It's not, so it seems."
"Then who's staying here?"
"It belongs to my lady's son."
There was a long pause before they heard Haru's scream.
"Aniki!"
"Young master, p-perhaps you should have a meal first—"
"iie!" (No) "Aniki!" (Big brother)
*soft knocking*
Jin breathes. And now he's being looked for.