Chapter 113: Calmness Before the Storm (Part 5)

"I will behave . . . Please. Just don't go."

Gaping at him, breathless and astonished as everyone else, Jin raised his other arm and buried his shaking lips to his clenched hand, his body weakly staggering in his place.

His heart shook tremendously. He can feel the burning sensation over his cheeks, sizzling like flames. However, the thin and soft hairs all over his back rose with a cold shiver leaving his lips upon feeling Hiro's large thumb softly stroking and rubbing against the sensitive skin of his palm.

"I'll have breakfast with you, hyung, r-right after."

His lavender eyes plead and look up at his sloppy ones that hovered down at him from above. The somber shadows of his gaze were worrying.

Hiro's unkempt hair hangs dangerously low, causing his breath to hitch.

Good grief.

Even now, he looks dashing—far too dashing.

Jin runs his palm all over his face. He's been dying to take a bath to thoroughly obliterate the hospital's scent on him and to flee himself from this horrid clothing that's barely covering him.

He might not look like it, but he is honestly embarrassed of himself. He did not wish to look this shabby beside the man who was merely breathing but could still pull a charm in his morning bed hair and disheveled working clothes.

He swallows and how unfortunate he truly is for everyone to have seen him in this condition.

It has been tormenting him since yesterday's events.

Stubbornly opposing, Hiro's melancholic eyes squint in half, the corners of its lids softening and starting to quaver anxiously, resembling a helpless and depressed baby cougar with its ears bent low and tail quivering at its back.

By then, Jin panicked at the sign of his tears. He knows fairly well what comes next when they are nearly close to falling.

He breathes and brings his gaze up at the sulking giant cub in front of him carefully once more, "I'm only staying in my room to prepare. I'm not going anywhere, Hiro."

Rather, it was him that needed to leave for preparation. He heard what Shun ahjussi said, didn't he?

Hiro's crestfallen eyes grew sloppier, discouraged. And because of the close distance between them, Jin can perfectly see the now clear and visible wetness gathering above Hiro's bottom lids—a familiar instinct struck through him like a flash of lightning.

It was a sign, a sign for Hiro to once again start spouting his foolish thoughts out loud. No! Right now, he can't!

"Then bath with me—"

"Achoo!"

Jin sneezes intentionally loud, maybe too loud for everyone to hear the birds hollering by the overlooking vanity at the ends of the hallway, flapping their wings away.

Both of his hands grip the side of Hiro's muscled arms and gave them a light and warning squeeze. His red ears were twitching from extreme embarrassment.

Ah waeeeeeee! (Whyyyyyyyy)

That was close. Jin swallows again nervously. Too close!

There's no way they're doing this at the moment.

They should have a serious discussion about this later when they meet again.

This stubborn man cannot keep acting like this so openly and expect to have his way with him given now that there are other eyes around them.

Wounded from further rejection, Hiro closes his parted lips and brought them to the center of Jin's palm as a reconciliation of him grabbing his hand without permission. He also loosened his grip fearing he was hurting him whilst frustrated and felt the risk to be cast aside, to be abandoned once more.

He clenches his jaw tightly, not knowing what else to do as his hurt expression starts showing.

"Hiro." Jin steps to the marble floor, paying no mind to how its coldness bit against the sensitive flesh on the back of his feet.

He encloses his arms around Hiro's fitted waist, the only area that appears for him to successfully capture him whole. He still didn't want them to part from a dispute.

"If you let this go, I will grant you a wish later," whispers Jin to Hiro's chest.

Hiro pauses, blinking and fluttering his lashes at him in disbelief. "My wish?"

"Yes." Jin rubs his entire face against him, "Whatever your heart desires." he steps back and smiles at Shun ahjussi.

"Now will you go?" he asks Hiro again in a loud and clear voice.

"Alright." Hiro nods his head at him, his once mournful frown now replaced with his gummy smile.

Aigoo.

That was the only response he was waiting to hear directly from him before running and trailing his way back inside the room again.

Shun and his team were left baffled in their place, jaws hanging unduly in too much disbelief at their master's agile compromise without any hesitation heard.

Jin shuts the door with a heavy breath. His entire face was as red as a tomato. He hesitatingly locked the door before stepping back, still trying to fan the flames on his face down.

He did it . . .

He breathes out in disbelief.

He really did.

He managed to drive the persistent cub out!

A small sad grin follows his lips. He felt bitter, already longing to be wrapped in his warm embrace again, but when he turns around to see the butler smiling warmly at him, he was proud of himself.

He oversees to save Hiro's reputation from the house butler's view from falling into ashtray.

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Jin stood stiffly in the center of his room as a handful of staff rampaged through the area on a massive scale.

One person was currently doing his hair after he finished bathing and dressing in a white suit and a pastel pink bow tie. Surprisingly, his clothes doesn't feel suffocating nor too big for him.

Just right—rather too accurate he's afraid.

He wonders where these people got his body measurements when they never came to him for reference.

Was it his mother?

It must have been his mother—he sighs, his mother who only ever knew of his clothing sizes from middle school.

Surely he had grown taller in those years!

He can't help but press his lips together in displeasure, which earned a bothering reaction from a young woman who's currently applying tinted balm on his lips.

He heard her heavy sigh.

"Please open your mouth, young master."

The woman said, her doe eyes staring at him calmly while holding out an opened pallet in her hand while the other held a lip brush a few inches away from his lower lip.

"Move, Shan."

Another busy lady said to the young gentleman, who was fixing the ends of his pale white trousers. She had a beauty mark under her left eye, and her hands were occupied with another two sets of polished shoes in his size as she rushed in his direction.

Not again . . .