His heart couldn't ask for more but to relay its voice to this man he found to be extremely thoughtful, caring, and affectionate, far from his very first impression of him which was cold and intimidating.
And he doubts if he still regards him as an insensitive person until the kiss happened in their apartment.
Who knew a toughen bread when split open could be so soft and sweetened on the inside?
He surely is one in a million.
It's been going on for a while now, but whenever he sees Hiro hiding his fatigue, it always concerns him how he's so good at over-exerting himself yet yielded to repay his body the sufficient and leisure rest it needed.
Was he consistently like this?
Setting aside his health for his work? Isn't he too young to do that yet?
Jin's mind brought him back to the day Hiro causally told him he hasn't yet gone to karaoke where it sums up all the fun he had with his friends way back in Hongwon.
It only hits him now the exultant pages Hiro has missed to experience.
The fun and fulfilling feeling and enjoyment that's surely foreign to him.
"Breathe, Hiro."
Jin whispers, soothing the uneasy man beneath him with his eyes slanted, worried sick. His hands went up to cup his face again.
His amethyst globes grew weak in awe of him as his fingers graze at his smooth and refined cheekbones.
Hiro should have been expending his young days with a bit of freedom and fun because youth is a great gift, presented with a lot of advantages. It only comes to you once and sadly it doesn't last very long. That's a widely known fact for everyone in this world.
But except this guy.
Attending to his voice like a command, Hiro parts his lips as he's told and starts his short breathing exercise under Jin's close supervision.
His warm breath was alarmingly shivering and ultimately requiring the thick patience Jin needs, he waits for Hiro to calm down.
It is because of his different upbringing?
No, as much as he knew rich people can have fun too.
Of course, when there's money what's there more to worry about?
Perhaps that's the reason why he's so cranky at his age.
"Breathing, fine?" He asks and studies his quiet and obedient patient at the moment whilst his thumbs climb up to flatten Hiro's slightly creased brows.
He'd get wrinkles early on his forehead if he continues to do such a thing.
Hiro doesn't respond but slowly lifts his head and nods. His coal-black eyes were goggling at Jin's delicate features up close, getting easily distracted by his shameless member pulsing inside his trousers, causing him to lose focus.
With parted lips, his heart begins to thrash strangely inside his chest again, and unknowingly he panics in fear to disappoint Jin once he's caught red-handed.
If this goes on further, it might just be the case of his death.
Hmm.
How sweet and forgiving would that death be for him?
It sounds tempting, too tempting.
"Your bags are getting darker."
Jin mumbled in haste breath, pursing his lips while pointing his finger under Hiro's swelling eyes.
"Yes, so it seems." Hiro frowned. He knew he looked far more worst than shit, "I'm sorry."
Jin apologetically smiles and shakes his head. He didn't mean it in that way.
"Don't worry anyone can tell it doesn't make you less attractive."
Seeing Hiro unhappy always lefts him uneasy, and seeing this man in front of him beaming widely at him as no one else would, would be tremendously enough to take him by the sky and steal his breath away.
Even if it's just for a brief moment, and even if he knew the risk of this momentary ecstasy ending in just a snap, he wants to be with him, hold him close, and have him all to himself in that given time until the hourglass runs out of sand to pour down.
He didn't know he was this foolish until now, but for once . . . can he also be selfish?
"You think I'm attractive?" Hiro grins, and his tantalizing eyes darkened their charming radiance.
And, oh, how he's ready to drown right this instant from his full and sweet smiles.
Jin truly wishes for the days like this to never end.
Even when they're both males. How tempting should that rebellion be against their parents, against God?
Now it only makes more sense that if they do this, they do this together. They only have each other to hold and lean unto.
"Yes, attractive, though I prefer you healthy and not sleep deprived."
Even when the world seems to succumb to chaos and darkness. The only existing thing that seems inevitably beautiful beyond time is this drop-dead gorgeous man under him.
At the moment, Jin couldn't hear anything else inside the car but his loud heart rejoicing to meet the haughty sun.
He was like a teenager struggling with raging hormones reacting to first romance ridge for the first time.
Well, technically, it is his first time.
"Very well. I shall keep that in mind," Hiro murmurs back almost breathless to Jin's face without hosting an argument, unbeknownst was deeply smitten.
Good. A delighted and relieved smile stretches Jin's cherry plump lips, "Saranghae." (I love you.)
It was as if a storm had passed by and took the dreadful chastise of the undead inside his head.
Knowing him for a short period of time, Hiro never takes back his words.
His dark and doubtful insecurities have left him, and a familiar beaming shy smile stretches Hiro's thin lips, dimples having their way perfectly molded on each of his cheeks, the glorious slum leaving him breathless again.
The cold morning was chilly, but he felt his lower belly burning, his entire body heating up with his insides melting feverishly from the oath he compromise that fanned his determination.
Unfamiliar with such light but suffocating contentment inside his chest that has been stirring and thumping funnily without rest, Hiro dug his head to the small crook of Jin's neck, shuddering with the corners of his lips still lifted upwards.
Jin raised his hand and gently wiped the tears the whimpering cougar beneath him hid from his sight with his thumb. His brittle touch was lighter than a feather as if he was touching something friable.
"Saranghamnida," He whispers again close to Hiro's right ear this time.
His voice was soft and low as he sensually rubs the man's fully flushed ears.
He secretly chuckles feeling him flinching at his touch. Gosh, he's so fun to tease with.
Hiro, weak and overwhelmed decided to rest his forehead on Jin's slim shoulders, but only exert a bit of his strength to not strain his much more feeble body.
"Nado saranghae," (I love you too,) He whispers.
Jin bit his lips to control his urge to laugh at him in his extremely odd shyness.
For a moment, he sounded like a toddler with his life being threatened at hand. Jin sighs. He doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
With a gentle voice, "Will you keep telling me that you love me?"
Hiro coaxes him, whispering softly to him, closer and nearer as his moist eyes peered up at his fortress side profile, completely taking Jin back from losing focus.
Jin runs his tongue over his now dry lips. If it's the only way to reassure him, then he wholeheartedly would. But at his state right now, a light teasing wouldn't hurt him would it?
"Hmm, I don't know about that. Should I really?"
He can't help but tease him when he's being such a big cutie at the moment.
He closes his eyes and peeks down at the now tensed man against him with one eye, his cheeks puffed hot and burning.
Hiro's face was ashen white.
Jin almost lost his hold on his act seeing how pale his face has gotten as if he had seen a ghost on the spot without his knowledge.
Oh, would the great Odin even surrender his golds in exchange to see this sight right now.
For such a masculine man to cry over such trivial things. His heart softened.
Hiro's heart is gold and young as a child.
Hiro sulkily leans in, opens his mouth, and bites his irresistible shade of pink cheek. For the first time, his thinned lips were bent down in a wry and disdainful frown.
"Yes, as you should." He pauses, his deep frown apparent and tangible. "Please."
And he even insists him to do so with beseeching politeness at the end as if he's treating him unfairly. Jin's brows twitch, and his conscience starts kicking at his poorly built walls.
His lips quivered. He admits, he has a soft spot for Hiro.
"I don't think so."
Jin pokes Hiro's pointed nose, stubbornly opposing him where he doubts anyone in this man's life has ever provoked him like this, but despite all that, he still worriedly brings his fingers to wash his tears away to hush him down from time to time.
A surprised squeal escaped his lips when he strongly felt the tight kneading on his behind and the warmth of Hiro's forehead pressing against his.
E-Eh?
He gulps with a huge lump stuck in his throat.
"I-I was just joking."
Jin pursed his lips and surrendered, giving in to his pleading stares.
Because he knew he could never win.
His gaze was hopeless against the once weeping man who had finally stopped shedding rivers with wonder and admiration. Intrigued that they were both unbothered by the fact the car has already stopped.
His legs on both sides of Hiro's waist were quivering, melting with his curled toes turning white as he squirmed, now failing to hold his laugh.
He pinches Hiro's cheeks, irresistibly, "I'm sorry." That's what you get for all your teasing. Now you know how it feels.
Ha, that serves you right.
With doubtful sincerity over Jin's beguiling laugh, Hiro can't help but press his thinned lips together, holding in his smile as he hums to accept such an apology.
At Jin's violent pampering to his poor cheeks, his tensed lids relax with his cougar ears perking up and down, pleased at the attention he's exclusively having, ignoring the fact his subconscious has drowned in chaos from his seemingly close injury no one dared to imply on him.
His eyes curved to a secret smile.
It feels nice.