Chapter 115: Chapter 111: Calmness Before the Storm (Part 3)
Hiro eventually lowers Jin to the soft carpet floor with extra caution until his small feet lay flat against its cottoned material, but his hands refused to leave their hold on him.
His long and deft fingers slide and brush up from his round behind to the thinness of his waist. His relentless fingertips fondled his skin while whispering affectionate words to him as his lips found their way to his forehead.
Hiro kissed Jin while repeatedly saying he loves him more.
Jin's garments were now rumpled mercilessly like broken eggshells, giving him all the grounds of desire to change from what he was wearing. The sooner, the better. His current disheveled state looks downright discomfiting and rather too thin to be called a cover.
What should he do?
He hums—the sound vibrating deep in his parched throat. Because of the silk's sparse layers and Hiro's indulging hands, he felt ticklish inside and out from the smallest touches. He shuts an eye as Hiro grazes his lips to his wet lids.
He gave the door a side glance. Should he do it?
He contemplates intensely, not taking into mind how his head was relentlessly pushed back multiple times in response to the man's excessive kisses.
As predicted, he really should.
His other hand stealthily reaches for the handle, making sure Hiro doesn't notice what he was planning to do for his alternative escape.
And he succeeded.
He lets out an enormous breath of disdain, sighing with a heavy heart. It was an effortless scheme to do when his opponent was busy sticking his lips all over the sides of his face nonstop.
Aigo, this man . . .
Jin bit his tongue between his teeth and carefully wrests the lock. The door unlocks, and hearing the handle scrape for release, Hiro stops, his eyes diverting to his front without moving his head away.
"It's time to go," speaks Jin, pithily opening the door wide without waiting for his response. He then grabs and tugs Hiro's hand with all his power and strength.
He hauled his massive body outside and pushed him further in front until he was a meter away from Shun Ahjussi's stunned face but two steps away from the door—away from him.
He barely managed to move him.
He pants, feeling his entire lifespan reduced by a few years.
Parting his lips, he breathed for air and turned his gaze to Shun ahjussi, who met his gaze shortly, eyes unbelievably broad as they switched glances to him and Hiro, seemingly overwhelmed by their sudden presence before recovering shortly.
Shun and his team studied the panting and apparently exhausted young fellow from the door and supervised how he massaged his chest a few times.
He was short of breath.
They pitch their heads in wonder, fascinated by his poorly done stamina despite existing beside their master for more than unimaginable hours, and yet still managed to survive.
Without a single scratch—
The corners of their eyes mound massively before dropping their prying gaze, sensing drastic darkness looming threateningly in front of them.
T-They have sinned.
As Jin earned back a little part of his strength, he welcomes Shun ahjussi and his friends with a polite bow and casual good morning to give his respects to his elderlies. They look exceptionally handsome today.
Seeing him acting with honorable respect, their hearts leaped as they sweat to follow to return his greeting.
"We greet our little young master a good morning!"
". . ."
Little?
Pouting discreetly, Jin lifted his head, and he was dazed to see them perfectly bowing on their waist.
"G-Good morning." They didn't need to do that though.
Soon enough, when everyone appears to settle down, a youthful man emerges from the assemblage of black-clothed men and approaches his side with the same uniform as Haru's butler.
He immediately took a hint of who he was.
A prideful smile can be seen on the butler's lips, displaying his enthusiasm and virtue for his Job. He continues to stride forth while pushing a four-wheeled trolley in front of him with given apparel and bathroom essentials.
Oh.
"Who is this for?" Jin asks out of interest. This is all new to him.
The young butler whose prestige potential came from the lineage of his family who had worked decades for the Woo's halts on his boot. His slightly tall body stiffens as he stares at the petite and small figure of a person in front of him whose eyes survey his work of art.
"These are for your personal use for today's morning grooming, young master."
Jin was simply stunned to hear that. Never had he once lived a life being served by someone in such lavishing way. Daebak (wow), there are even skin care products he was unfamiliar with from the bottom jacked container of the lowest layer.
They look expensive.
He bit his lips.
The butler was once again breathless . . . to put simply, entranced by such 'beaut' before his eyes.
A boy—a beautiful boy.
Pale, slender, with big round and astonishing purple eyes.
He has never seen someone look so . . . gentle.
The young man's eyes accidentally journey south, seeing the red marks on Jin's fair shoulder and neck, he turns red and drags his gaze away.
Bugs. Should he report this to the head maid?
"I am Khan and I will be further assisting you with your bath's preparation." Khan placed a hand on his chest as he bowed diligently.
The tips of his fingers were trembling.
Impossible.
He gulps. There have been no reports of bugs in the house for the last forty years.
Nevertheless, such inconvenience needs to be addressed professionally. He should warn the head maid—
"What did you say?"
The butler pauses for a few seconds, hearing the extreme familiarity of a voice so cold and barren painfully creeping through his ears. Young master . . .
Silence. There was only grave silence.
Hush befell the eerie halls and strangled every breathing person to suffocation.
Shun bore a deep and quiet breath. He seals his eyes close, ready for the smell of dirty bloodshed to stain his newly polished shoes whilst Jin glances back at Hiro, frowning at his provocative statement.
At his point, everyone will misunderstand him for threatening this man. His brows creased.
He looks upset—Hiro looks upset.
The butler's knees buckled to tenderness as he held onto the trolley's handle for dear strength. He chants his readied prayers inside his head and swallows hard, controlling from pissing himself to welcome his shameful grave. He couldn't lift his head to look at the young master's eyes. He was paralyzed.
Hiro's eyes saw red. He grits his teeth, his veins popping out from his jaw.
Anger, demise, and enough reason to kill.
Those three things were the only buoyant thoughts behind Hiro's furious dark eyes.
The living chaos sealed and wanting to burst out of him continues to flow and grow through his pulsing veins. He clenches his fist, and his golden ring splits to pieces from extreme force before scattering everywhere on the floor.
Dark shadows seethed around the hard material as it burned to decayed ashes.
Never . . . Never had he desired for hell to break someone's head until this very moment.
A cold and unknowing chill runs through Jin's entire back. A sipping panic rush through him as his purple eyes frantically scanned around for help and asks the first person who caught his eye.
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