Captivated (BL) || V1: A Chaotic Beginning || COMPLETED✅

Chapter 15

"I can help you with anything in return."

For heaven's sake, he's dying in shame here. Heavens have mercy on him. Let this man accept his offer. "I'm a university student myself," a hard-working one, "I can---"

What made Jin pause wasn't the fact that he's too ashamed of himself to continue further, but the phone handed to him out of nowhere, its apple logo staring back at him a few inches away from his face.

Eh?

The glass on its back looked more expensive than the sum of his outfit tonight as it reflects against the chandeliers from above, looking all glossy and new without any phone case.

He looks up. His pent-up embarrassment has been brushed away and replaced by confusion and curiosity, "This is?"

Are they not understanding each other's side? Does he not fully understand Korean well?

Hiro moved the phone in his hand up and down, his wrist contracting, "My phone," he replied plainly, urging him to take it.

Jin wants to run his palms over his face. Yeah, it's his phone. He can see that. But what does he want him to do with it?

Here, he thought the man was intimidating and arrogant, but what he's seeing right now is one confused human being as if his soul and consciousness had worked on a different universe and left his body in this state, imbecile.

"And what about it?"

Hiro squint his eyes. He does not want to be kept waiting as his patience is thinner than the thread, "Keep it for me."

Jin's eyes bulge, his eyeballs almost popping out. What? Why would he? "For what? I mean...don't you ever need it for something?" He does not understand what this guy is thinking inside his head. After a few seconds of not seeing him moving in his place, he has no choice but to slowly lift his hand and accept the phone from the man's hand.

Jin's fingers shivered upon touching the phone's blank screen with his cold fingers. He was terrified after seeing his fingerprints marking its clear screen.

Is this man not familiar with a screen protector or phone case?

"If you keep it with you always, maybe it'll change my mind on not telling your mother about this." Hiro walked over to the opposite end of the couch and sat there like an entitled king, confident and brooding with confidence and poise, his body and head facing Jin.

Is he serious?! Jin bites his tongue beneath his sealed lips. Well, if he thinks about it thoroughly, it's indeed a good deal, but at some point, he does not get what all this is for, and just as what he's so worried about, the phone in his hand buzzes, causing him to jump on his seat and panicked. He rushes to look over Hiro who's calm despite the storm.

What's he doing? "Your phone..." Jin breathes, "It's ringing!"

He can see that well, "It indeed is," Hiro touches his lips with his middle and forefinger, looking at Jin's now flustered expression. It amuses him, somehow, "You want me to answer it?" asked Hiro.

Jin's brows furrows, "I-I don't know. It's your phone. It may be urgent." Why is this man is so frustrating to talk with?

Hiro simply shrugs his shoulders back at Jin, pretending as if he heard nothing as the ringtone continues to riffle in the room.

It's just that looking at the person in front of him, changing from one facial expression to another without hesitation, was intriguing and refreshing for him to look at. Like a movie play, he could watch all day to freshen up his head.

Jin inhales. Is he purposely stressing him out? Cause if he is, it's working perfectly well. His toes curled under his shoes and socks, "Answer it...if you want to." Bullshit, if this man wanted to, he could have snatched his phone from his hand immediately the very moment it rang.

He couldn't even imagine himself entrusting his phone to a random stranger.

He then heard a simple 'okay' from him before Hiro scoots closer towards him to press and swipe his phone screen to accept the call.

Hiro pulled Jin's hand lightly and leaned his head down to level his ears on the phone's speaker.

So close.

"Not now," said Hiro to the caller.

Jin's shoulders jerks when Hiro's eyes meet his and again his chest was enveloped with an unknown sensation, "I'm busy," muttered Hiro.

That was all Jin heard, before the phone was placed back in his hand as the man moves away from him, back to the place where he sat a while ago.

...

This man---