"W-Who?"
Jin's chest clasps tightly inside as a hiccup escapes his lips right after a jerk of his shoulders. He desperately searches the monumental space of the man's room. He looks over from left to right, hoping to find an inkling of who was so near them that the man could feel and discern its presence.
They? Did Hiro mention 'they'?
Or, perhaps—it was a glint of faith and strength he was searching for to prove his assumptions wrong.
"Who is t-they, Hiro-ah?"
He could not help the stammer of his words when there was a growing lump in his throat. And the nervous hammering of his heart was no help.
His fingers nab the man's hair as he rests his chin above Hiro's head. His wary eyes were too occupied with seeking each nook and corner of the room to notice the subtle trembling of Hiro's lips by the skin of his neck.
Hiro's hands wander on Jin's waist until they lower to squeeze his beloved's behind. He sneaked an arm around him and stood, his shoulders shaking in strained laughter as his spare hand grabbed his disposed shirt on the couch and Jin's IV pole nearby.
"People, My love."
Hiro's lips brush the corner of Jin's ear. The lids of his eyes were smiling at his beloved's antsy fingers against his shoulder blade as the sounds of his footsteps bridged through the changing melody of his hearty chuckle.
His mannish nakedness is seen through the reflection of the gold interior finishes on the marbled columns as he brings Jin's weight over a meter and a quarter high from the ground by an arm. His towering figure strolled across the room, which was filled with the sound of his baritone laughter while fetching his disregarded sweatpants. His long legs were firm, skipping two human steps, yet the gentleness of his eyes carried nonexistent burden. As if the flags of his lineage had never embroiled its glory and the violence in his hands had never tainted him maliciously.
Jin swallows hard. He enclosed his thin arms tightly on the man's neck as he held on to him for dear life. "Are they here?" His voice turned meek, waiting patiently for Hiro's confirmation, although he felt like he had just cracked a nerve.
"No, darling."
Hiro continues to laugh at the side of Jin's head, his deep voice vibrating with the sweet mixture of delight before giving the young fellow's temple another loving kiss. "A kilometer from here, breathing and alive if that's what concerns you so."
Jin paused. His amethyst eyes caught the pair of radiant pupils grinning at him in amusement, and he pursed his lips, exhaling his pent-up breath in embarrassment. "You should have said sooner."
His thin brows crooked upwards as he looked away, pretending to study the engraved pillars on the walls despite the burning sensation on the apple of his cheeks.
But he could not contain feeling a sense of relief.
So it turns out it is living people.
"Can you tell from here? Or maybe. . .you have known before?" Jin's eyes caught a giant mold of a snake at the ceiling from a distance, circling the chandeliers by the desk.
It was mesmerizing.
Hiro's eyes hover above Jin's small and crouched figure, lips threatening to lift after seeing Jin squeezing himself closer to his embrace. It took him a minute to react, enjoying the warm sensation filling inside his palpitating chest. "Here."
The back of his neck burned and itched.
He held his breath, groaning and struggling internally.
Jin's pupils waver slightly. Just. . .how?
Hiro leans and ghostly brushes his lips against the lovely tint on Jin's cheek, "Two are breaking in a cold sweat, and one's thoughts are in a mess." Perhaps sleep deprivation and paranoia. He places a gentle kiss on Jin's temple. "I would not worry over them if I were you, love."
Jin leans to Hiro's shoulder and sways his legs midair at Hiro's catering tenderness, "Do I know them? I do not worry over people I do not even know."
He is not that type of empath, especially when this place carries hostility to his mother's arrangement. He does not discern who among those people is on their side.
"Such wise choice, love."
"But Hiro, how do you know that?" An enticing chill crept across his shoulders. It seems inhumanly impossible.
It is as if the walls of this house speak to him.
Hiro's endearing grin widens. "Darling, I can feel them."
His smiling lips whisper to the side of Jin's head. He walks them both up a few steps of stairs and effortlessly lifts his pole.
The strands of Jin's hair nestling at the shape of his cheek waggle and bob at every step the man takes. Whilst his heart plummets to the bottom of the house, his mind has gone through outer space.
"The people coming from a kilometer away?"
"Yes," Hiro replied shortly.
What?
Troubled in further confusion. Jin forcefully disregarded the thought when a small part of his head tingled from the back, and the odd sensation spread to his temple. He exhales heavily. His curiosity got the best of him.
Hiro buries his nose into Jin's hair, and his parted lips fall gentle kisses on the strap of his beloved's bandage, hoping to make up for bringing him such a pain of work. It buries him in unknowing despair, for how could such a pair of innocent eyes torment themselves in understanding someone dull like him?
"Don't worry, love. Your mother is with them."
The scent of medicine and Jin's palliative scent slowly divest the discomfort of his itching hands. His pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare in fulfillment. He thanked whoever is in charge above for bringing such existence to life.
Jin's ears perk up after hearing Hiro's statement. Concern, excitement, and longing replaced the glint of his lilac eyes. Eomma?! He wriggled his way down from the man's embrace.
Hiro ceased in his tracks for his safety, carefully and wordlessly placing him down the floor as he wanted.
"Really? Eomma is coming here?" Jin gasped in excitement. His mother. . .He wants to see his mother.
The sight of his candid smile brightens the entire room, but not brighter than the gaze studying him up close from above, who hums to him in response.
When Jin's feet touch the marble floor, his warmed enough palms glide down the careful arm around his waist that slowly loosens but remains. He turns around, the small frame of his back facing the man.
A warm breath leaves his lips as he lifts his foot, but not too long, he puts them back in place.
His legs start to shake.
The memory of what had transpired earlier puts a delicate flush on his cheeks.
He chews on his lower lip nervously and spins around again to face Hiro. His hands reach for the man's arm. He bends his legs to stop them from trembling, not noticing he had his breath on pause with his cheeks puffing air inside.
He lifts his eyes, welcomed by the sight of Hiro's peak masculinity, his bare chest.
They were shaking.
His brows crumple, and his cheeks redden once again in embarrassment. He squeezes the man's arms, "Hiro-ah, please stop and carry me. . ."
His voice trails off when his attention catches something. His heart skipped a beat as heat effused through his body. His eyes remained glued nervously to Hiro's insanely large chest.
"W-What's that?" He swallows hard. He felt his anxiety coming back.
No way. It can't be.
He refused to look down at the too-noticeable figure dangling below from his peripheral vision. It was swaying brazenly as the man eroded in hushed laughter.
It's the same size as his arm.
His eyes turn large as he tilts his head slightly up, glimpsing at the deep hollow of Hiro's dimples, tightly shut grinning eyes, and twitching brows lodging under the tamed strands of his hair.
But even though he had yet to recover from a hard fact, he could not help but be captured to stillness at the sight and sound of his hearty laughter.
"What's what, love?"
Hiro's hand reaches for the back of his head and tips his head down because of his injury. Jin shut his eyes close, awestruck by his handsomeness.
Warm hands slipped on his underarms and carried him up in one swift pull. His lids slowly flutter open, and he is welcomed by the most teasing eyes he ever had to put through his life.
How could Hiro do this to him? No one prepared his heart for that. "You're naked."
He exhaled in exasperation, running his palm across his flushed face. He could no longer maintain his composure as the barely clear image had forever imprinted itself in his head. Hiro held him up to his upper waist, raising him higher as the man buried his face in the crook of his neck. Hiro shamelessly sniffs on his skin and hides his grin as he strolls towards the bed while peeking at his face.
"Darling, you stripped me, did you not?"
Overwhelmed with a strange feeling in his chest. Jin swallowed hard, eyes shaking wide as he fanned his burning cheeks, "I-I did." He pursed his lips and looked away, sulking. He did not know where to look, but it could be anywhere than to confront the man's eyes. "But who in the right mind would not wear boxers in gray sweatpants?"
Hiro squeezes Jin's bare behind in one hand, "And you were most definitely not rubbing yourself on top of me earlier."
His sweet coaxing, with a hint of sarcasm, eroded through his ears, and Jin looked down at him, aghast.
Hiro halts and fails to contain his gush of delight. He leans and soothes the pout on Jin's lips with a kiss, his scrunched pointed nose poking through the plumpness of the young fellow's cheek. Still, his boyish laughter emerges and only deepens upon sensing his beloved's glare. His arm squeezed Jin's slim waist closer. The tears brimmed in the corner of his eyes and threatened to fall.
"I know, darling. It's my fault."
Jin pursed his lips at his playfulness. Daebak (Wow), he's not stopping. "Is it that funny?" He peeks at the man's face, and his eyes narrow. Is it too amusing that he is wheezing in tears?
Hiro's humor is questionably insane.
"How am I supposed to know you were not wearing anything underneath?"
Is he crazy? And how is he so calm?
"Hiro, your butt and winnie is out in the open. Are you not scared someone might see you like this?" He rambles and scolds him.
Does he not care about anyone seeing him just like that?
"Winnie?" The corner of Hiro's eyes wrinkles in curiosity.
"Your. . ." Erm. Jin clears his throat. "Your wiener."
"Not really." Hiro stuck out his tongue.
Jin paused upon a sudden realization. It was something mind-boggling. His lips twitch, finally acknowledging why Hiro was acting coy.
Perhaps that size is worth flexing.
He felt the familiar softness of the bed beneath his bare bottoms and the slight disconnection of warmth from Hiro's arm. He is sitting on the edge of the soft mattress of the bed, but the tip of his toes barely reaches the floor. It was huge. He feared what could have happened to him if he had rolled towards the edge in his sleep. His legs were hanging open as Hiro kneeled to place slippers from who knows where he pulled to his feet.
Hiro did not leave his place on the floor but spread Jin's legs wider before submerging his entire face into his beloved's flat stomach. The heftiness of his palms against Jin's knees slid up to his thighs and slipped through his patient gown to grip and cup his beloved's naked bottoms.
"Hiro!"
Hiro snorts. His laughter had died down, but Jin could smell his nasty grin from here. "Should I punish you?"
". . ."
"No kisses."
"I'm sorry, Jin-ah." Hiro hums in a quick mumble, shutting his eyes through Jin's crumpled clothes as his lips release the edge of Jin's hospital gown, discontinuing his mischief.
Jin runs his fingers through Hiro's hair hopelessly upon feeling the man's anxious squeeze to his behind. "You should get dressed first, Hiro-ah." He whispers with a slight hint of worry.
"No."
Jin stared down the top of the man's head. "Dearest, you said people are on their way."
"You haven't revoked my punishment yet, Jin-ah."
Jin had to chew on his lower lip and pretend to inspect the bed's canopy design to distract himself from smiling as his heart fluttered, finding him too adorable.
He did not mean what he said at that moment, but he was surprised to know such a childish trick worked on him. Aigoo. Hiro is so gullible. "Fine, now go change, dearest."
Hiro being naked might be a dime sight, but it is not worth choosing over his health. What if the floor from here is cold?
He will get sick at this rate.
"Yes, sir."
Hiro agreed, and the way the submissive word cruised in the accent of his tongue with his deep baritone voice had him clutching his unprepared heart.
Jin holds his hands together and stares down at his fingernails. His thoughts fall into place. He peeks at the morphed reflection of Hiro's naked body in the room's interiors. The man was strolling towards his walk-in closet and disappeared behind the doors.
He was finally alone, but he felt no intent of relief.
He exchanged nervous glances towards the entrance door of the room and the doors where Hiro had disappeared through. He blinked his eyes and looked around, feeling a sudden cold gush of wind against his feet from under the bed, which disappeared when Hiro shortly emerged from the doors wearing plain and darker sweatpants that matched his shirt.
He shuddered in relief while Hiro jogged hurriedly back towards him in bed, and he could only sigh inside his head upon looking at the same figure kneeling on the floor but was now warmed and clothed.
He felt his warm breath passing through the fine threads of his patient gown. A smile replaces his worried frown, and his dainty fingers cup the man's head against his stomach, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the warm feeling of his cheeks.
"Good boy."
Hiro's ears flush a deep shade of crimson, betraying his emotions in a vivid display.
Finally, a soft knock on the door interrupts them. He had anticipated it to happen at any second, but his stomach still churns funnily. He wished he could close his thighs, but the breadth of Hiro's chest was spreading him too wide open.