70 Chapter 67

Jin shudders weakly at the baritone voice warmly and sensually caressing his ears. Its husky and groggy condition almost felt like a resonant cry, vibrating and snapping his temporal lobe into two.

Immediately, Jin's eyes flutter open as his body jump and jolt out of his bed, alarmed as his unfocused eyes dart around his room. His breathing was rough, unfocused eyes trying to spot the speck of presence he's been denying that he was longing for inside his room.

As he surveyed his room from left to right without missing a corner, his weak heart was at his throat, trying his best to adapt and accustom his eyesight to the darkness of his room, only to see and discover that he was alone.

Alone . . .

Though confused and baffled by another first occurrence in his life, he somehow calms down and runs to switch on his bedside lamp, which he must have forgotten to turn on before he exhaustedly fell asleep on his bed.

He finds it hard to further pay attention to his surroundings as his mind drifts to what happened to him. The entire neighborhood was silent or maybe it was the strong punches from his chest and his erratic breathing that made his ears deafened.

This has never happened before.

Affirming how comfortable he was in his sleep without his bedside lamp on, when he never sleeps without leaving any lights on.

He anxiously peeks down at his pajama to see his little fellow bulging and soaking his clothing, alive and awake. His whole face explodes in embarrassment and seeing it himself only cues him a revelation. It was a wet dream.

Not a nightmare, but a wet dream . . .

He sinks to the floor, his knees finally giving out. He breathes and exhales heavily in exasperation, still panting hard. He lifts his hand and gently touches his left ear. He can still feel it feverishly burning.

It felt so real.

He looks down at his matched night pajamas again, surprised to see them slightly damp. He only noticed now that he was sweating.

Huh?

He's sweating!?

He forces himself to stand and hurries over to the other side of the room, and for the first time since they moved here in the apartment, he turns on the air conditioner of his room, placing himself directly where it fans air. He remained standing like that for a moment until he felt its cold chilling breeze fanning against him, cooling up his heated and too warm body. He relaxes and attempts to calm his heart next.

A wet dream . . . w-why?

He devastatingly sheathed and covers half of his flushed face with his hand, his lips trembling and his left ear twice as red from the other. S-Sulma (N-No way). He wants to pinch himself from the embarrassment and sin he had committed.

He shuts his eyes, still feeling too uncomfortable down there. It was twitching nonstop, and he felt them aching in need to release something.

He bites his bottom lips, in great panic as he looks around him. What is he supposed to do?

When his entire room was cool enough for him to walk around without wasting another sweat, he went back sitting to where he was a while ago. He flatly presses his hand against the cold floor, making himself more comfortable by spreading his bent legs apart. He stayed like that in hopes to calm his erection down. He can't possibly even look at his bed without him remembering what his miraculous mind had done to him.

But the voice he heard from his dream that was repeatedly replaying inside his head like a broken stereo only made it worst and harder for him.

Jin helplessly move his hips forward causing the tip of his erection to rub against the back of his wrist and his lips part to let out a soft gasp from how unfamiliar and different it felt from his dream.

He remembered it clearly, what he heard was a familiar voice--a very familiar deep and warm voice.

His body sensitively squirms, still feeling that deep voice whispering against his flushed ear.

Hiro was in his dream . . .

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Morning came and they packed the rest they needed for tomorrow's flight. In between breaks, Jin would take Mochi outside for a walk, trying to clear up his mind by sipping in every detail of Hongwon inside his head when he will surely miss this place.

How could he not? This place was his only home, not just his but Jihyuk's and his mother's, too. They shared a lot of memories here and it frustrates him how they would just leave it at that. Plus he will surely miss the warm neighborhood on the other apartment floors.

After half an hour of walking Mochi to the nearest public park, they find shelter for staying longer under the stinging weather. Jin finds nearby benches and occupies an empty one, panting hard and feeling himself dying from exhaustion.

He bows to a group of strangers who are similarly in his age that were sitting across him as he walks closer and closer, and they return his unexpected respectful gesture with a bow. Taking off his mask, he wipes the sweat from his forehead to his neck, wiping and drying himself clean while mochi sits and watches him silently from the ground.

"Tired?"

Jin whispers to his dog who barks back at him, and the onlookers watch him in total awe.

His eyes scan the peaceful and barely empty park. His gaze came across different people in groups or alone laying blankets on the field and are immersed in their own worlds. His gaze lingers longer at the other end of the park where he spots a black van that brought memories to resurface back in his head, and before knowing it, a smile stretches across his moist lips.

Shortly, something wet and cold pressed against his cheek, making him flinch and move his head away in an instant, alarmingly glancing back behind him.

Mochi stands in caution and starts barking endlessly, catching a few attentions from the passersby.

What welcomed his sight was a tall figure dressed in a black knee-length trench coat, underneath it was a tight grey turtle neck sweater and black jeans. And though the person was wearing a mask and a hat, he could already tell who it was just by looking at the person's dressing and clear eyes.