Captivated (BL) || V1: A Chaotic Beginning || COMPLETED✅

Chapter 42

"Hiro . . ."

Not more than a word was able to escape Jin's lips, refusing to acknowledge what he just heard.

Why did he . . .

The corners of his eyes continue to widen, dumbstruck, as his last shed of tear melodramatically rolled down his tangible red cheeks, in sync with the shivering breath that escaped from his moist lips.

He was momentarily lost in his heartfelt confession and even his subconscious disappeared to nowhere, dragging his coffin with him without notice.

Why must it lead to this?

He studied his unsettling behavior and it baffles him why were his callous fingers shivering against his delicate touch on his face and the way his tired eyes twitched is worrisome.

Hiro looked horrified while looking back at him, pale, scared, tired, and utterly anxious.

And Jin wonders if this is what a person's reactions are after confessing.

It was nothing like what he saw in dramas on the television.

His cold and stiff hands reach up to him and cup his face, pulling him closer to him, and though his heart painfully trembled at the touch of his thumb against the swollen skin under his eyes, he looked at him, searching for any hint of humor of sarcasm.

But there was none. His eyes have never been abstract and genuine.

He's truly an odd book to confide in.

His lips bents downwards. A crestfallen and disheveled frown stretches across Jin's lips as he finds nothing more than the plangent expression on his face and his eyesore bags.

He gently rubs his fingers against them as if he had touched a fragile masterpiece in a museum.

They've gone worst.

An odd feeling of something light as a feather, tickled his heart, melting his worries away upon seeing how hostile he is. There's no point denying the obvious.

"You're killing yourself."

Jin whispers to him and as the young fellow traces his thin fingers around his eye, Hiro dissolves at his words and leaned a little weight on his head to his touch, grinning timidly in relief and closing his eyes.

"Then my death has a worth."

An exhausted breath escaped Hiro's lips as his hands went down from his face to his slender waist, holding him firmly.

Just like this, holding him near is more than enough, for now. He could never ask for more. He didn't know his simple presence and kindness can already make a whole world of a difference than it was before.

"I doubt that your father will be pleased to hear that," Jin pointed out.

He can't believe how perplexed he is talking about death.

He gave up hiding behind his barriers and instead voluntarily stepped into his, and he never felt more than satisfied with what he did.

But did his clumsy self actually made a decision worth thanking for?

His cold touch went up to his now tousled hair and skims his fingers right through his thick and straight strands of healthy slate black hair, officially ruining his waxed tendrils.

Perhaps, he did.

He felt more secure with him. Maybe because of the constant number of occasions where he saved him a face from his usually full of embarrassment self.