Captivated (BL) || V2: A New Beginning ||

Chapter 133

With cheeks seething in deep auburn red, a soft hollow appears between Jin's lips as its tender texture parts in complete and utter shock.

His helpless body went rigid, and his back turned numb and cold. He was frozen, like a statue, and it felt like the world had disappeared from his sight as the tiny pupils of his lilac eyes enlarged—applause at the most refined torso that was just humanly impossible to exist before his eyes.

His heart had gotten swayed in disbelief.

Its throbbing unfamiliarity was overwhelming, and just like that, nothing and no one else mattered to him anymore.

Unbelievable. . .

Suddenly, it felt too challenging for him to breathe.

That was how prevailing Hiro's dominant masculinity was.

Why did God refuse to make every man so breathtaking as he? Hiro could look at him and even make his nerves forget to blink and breathe.

Furthermore, his delusional fantasies did the man no justice. He is horrified.

He had envisioned what it looked like in his dreams from constantly holding him in his arms despite firmly getting a hold of his build. But gaping at the actual figure of his physique in front of him made his pursuits ridiculous and appeared too underestimating.

He should be ashamed of himself!

Skating the loose material off his arm after the other, Hiro removed the damp polo he was wearing. Unlike Jin's garment, which had sunk deep into the waters, Hiro rolled the subtle material in his hands, shaping it into an oval loaf. He then carefully places it behind Jin's head and neck, lessening a bit of his worries.

"Are you well?" Kai whispers, his beautiful brows churned upwards in worry with his deep dark eyes staring right through Jin.

Hiro grew aware of his beloved's speechless gaping, and it brought a giddy and ticklish sensation deep in his chest. Its thrilling fulfillment brought bewilderment to his obsession as it only sucked him into aviating commitment. Oh, my Jin-ah.

The dark souls quivered at the pungent scent of his euphoric mood. Although the bottomless devotion was further smothering them to suffocation, they could only breathe in respite that their master was perfectly oblivious to their savior's loud and more questioning thoughts.

Jin gulps at Hiro's question. 'Am I well?' His throat ran dry.

After seeing him half naked?

He swallows again.

Well, is he?

Honestly, he has to figure that out himself too. He is as confused as his heart.

His mind had gone blank, and a puppet response left his lips, "I-I seem to be."

But never did his amethyst eyes leave the sight of Hiro's handsome face, and he stopped the urge of his pupils to lower to the man's masculine body that was hovering temptingly too close above him.

His cheeks could not be redder.

Hiro nuzzles Jin's cheeks, his lips lightly brushing against his beloved's earlobe, smelling the faint and soft fragrance of him, "Are you uncomfortable somewhere, darling?"

Jin's behind twinges hard, and he realizes the danger too late. He should have known. It was Hiro's invincible charm that could control his thirsting insanity.

He drives heaven's forbidden desire and sanity from him.

His blood that coursed through his body burned, he was heating up, and the stimulus of Hiro's dangerous statement paired with such sweet endearment alone made him vulnerably weak even as a birthed male— forced to confront his already flustered heart.