85 Chapter 82: Strawberries and Pink (Part 3)
As the east dawning sun rises, its blistering rays touch the gifted clear skies and caress the peak of the grandeur and majestic Cheon's skyscrapers before it ever so slowly slithers its way down to the coastal roads with the deep blue sea now glittering in silver white, adding warmth to the mildly bustling highways of Cheon.
The metropolitan area was hustling there and now as it vigilantly took notice of the distinctive sight of a lustrous black limousine surrounded by hidden plate numbered sedan cars as a convoy on its four sides with the confidential purpose of concealing the automobile's recognized seal from the public eyes.
Despite their numbers having already garnered enough attention from the roadsides by taking up the entire pathway lane itself, they still run their way smoothly to the Namcheon highway intersection without interference.
As the former vehicles came to witness the compelling misfortune in broad daylight, even if their foots were already running late for work, they pulled up to the side lanes to clear a clean path and empty the road for the puzzling omen to pass.
But still, their eyes couldn't leave the sight of the eye-catching limo after seeing a glimpse of the small and plain black flags with white engravings of myth historic symbols from the late Hamaji Empire fluttering on its trunk.
That was when a new realization suddenly made their face turn deadly pale.
One of the on-lookers who couldn't sit still from what he just saw dialed the nearest station.
His eyes remained glued in front of him, and he can feel his heart and hands immensely trembling out of fear and disbelief, and no doubt his voice was too when he reported the seemingly too improbable event to happen that could endanger him for the crime of fraud and misinformation.
People might call him crazy, but never has he been delusional.
After a few minutes of surveying and reconfirming the reports given by the residents around the area all at once, the traffic controllers disregarded the system when it detected nothing of the mentioned vehicles from their radar and cameras and decided to take aid through manpower.
The traffic lights on the highways that could possibly interfere with the limo's advancement turns glowing white.
Traffic enforcers soon took knowledge of the system's warning and shuts down the vehicle sensors on the roads. The residents who saw none of the three colors anymore on the traffic lights but the alarming white SOS glow flickering rapidly, instantly stepped on their brakes, halting with paused breaths.
The entire area shortly plunges into bleak silence until forty pair of wheels safely exits the main city and causes a fortune of residents to breathe at comfort once again when the road is finally back running on the right track.
"Carry the news to the publishing companies and advertising agencies to not let a single word out of this."
And so the station rings their employees to a hectic morning head start.
Completely ignorant of the conflicting ambiance the city has befallen, inside the doubled protected bulletproof walls of the limousine in disparity to the world lays a supple brightness and cutesy of two people bathed in luminescent warm pink.
A heater and humidifier on the corner continue its work on emitting a refreshing and calming strawberry scent in the air paired with its perfect comforting warmth from the still cold morning of Cheon.
A young fellow with bright amethyst round eyes and vibrant reddish cheeks had his small bodily frame hovering and boldly straddling a stout stunned man who was completely caught off guard by his heartfelt words.
"Again . . . " The man mutters to him absentmindedly.
His dark and reverent glistening eyes never left its gaze from the young fellow's purplish quartzes.
Jin held his breath when he felt his stomach did a hundred and eighty-degree summersault at the man's intense gaze against him that continues to devour him from within.
Words fail him further.
His freezing hands were already nervously sweating against Hiro's too-warm face and his breath was hitching upon seeing the different and rawer emotions taking over the man's dark pupils.
Its voices were loud and they tried reaching to him, but he never knew what these eyes of his were trying to express.
He's lost.
He flinched when a pair of warm shivering hands skimmed over his sensitive thighs under the borrowed clothes he was wearing. Hiro grasps his bare waist and relentlessly gives him a gentle squeeze.
His thinned lips slowly part and a sharp gasp escape his dewy lips once more. His toes curled at the penetrating sensation knocking his heart over, and he never felt his body burning as much as it is now that he himself is pressing against the man's hardness.
His shaking amethyst eyes lift to meet the man's too enthusiastic dark globes. He can't help but gulp as the car continues to drown in silence or was it waiting for him to break it.
It's already too embarrassing for him to straddle a man early in the morning, let alone repeat the awkward things he said.
He could only hope his words comforted him enough, and looking at the once depressing cub in front of him now, the man doesn't seem close to the insecure boy he held a moment ago.
Goodness . . .
"Jin," Hiro pleads, his eyes wide, though desperate.
His face was inching closer and closer to his, and his heart naturally kicks in, alarmed.
"I . . ." He exhales, finding it difficult to speak. It was like something was clogging inside his throat for the words to safely pass through him.
Nor was his terrible stammering was the problem at the moment. It was his clouded head that was too caught up of what's happening—of the seemingly unbelievable situation he's in now that could hurt them both in the future.
No. He shakes the dreadful thought away.
Hiro and pain. Unfortunately, he has never been in great grief when he's with the man. Thinking of him only brings him warmth.
Yes. Hiro's incomparable warmth that comforts him physically and mentally.
He's sure no matter what response he says wouldn't hurt the man than it does to him.
His weakening hands move from holding the man's face to wrapping them around his neck. He rests his forehead against his, once again taking Hiro by surprise.
He shuts his eyes in defeat. Will it really matter? The world might not be able to accept how Hiro feels. He breathes. Or how he feels.
He's scared.
When he assumed everything will go well in the next few days, but his mother's union tomorrow fetched his fear back that it will eventually all go down to the consequences they'll suffer that he's too terrified to contend with.
What would their parents think about knowing this? Thinking about the worst disagreements they could provide could already split his head in half.
What would others think? About Hiro and him in one picture? As much as he adores the idea, it wouldn't be for anyone else.
And as much as it scares and surprises him, his body cannot lie to him further. How would his mother react upon discovering him liking another guy? And that's not just the worst part. How would it affect her when she finds out that 'someone' is her stepson?
He couldn't even imagine.
Hiro pulls the quiet young fellow close to him for an embrace and his worried eyes squint in half at the slight wetness he sees on the roots of his flawlessly arched lashes. Bothered, his fingertips graze on Jin's smooth skin towards his lower back, "Shh."
His low and soothing voice was whispering to his shaken soul and Jin shudders at his touch and it's conflicting how his body reacts when his heart and head were clashing at the moment.
"Your i-image . . . acting this way with me cannot promise you a clean and bright environment." Especially after tomorrow.
It will affect their parents' reputations.
Will things between them change by then?
Tears start to pool in his eyes again. He can't feel his fingers anymore, they have completely turned numb and even with the soothing pinkness around him, he starts to feel utterly unpleasant inside.
When the time comes Hiro would lose interest in him, what would he do? When he'll be in pain, he couldn't even run away when they're tied to their parents' new marriage.
He thought he got over this, but he was wrong. Just thinking about it made him feel queasy and upset inside.
His future with him is too unpredictable. He can't tell if the waves ahead are rough or calm.
It's still taunting him.
He could never know if he's ready to take a step further on this path he took, but it would be too selfish for him to turn back and not give the man an answer.
"I have sinned." I'm sorry, heavenly father. He mumbles in the air, feeling every bitter taste of the words that escape from his very own lips.
It's painful. He restrains his sob.
He never knew it could be this painful.
"Your relatives would—"
Hiro hushes the young fellow completely and cuts him off by placing his thumb on his trembling lips, "Hush now." He leans in and softly presses his lips against Jin's reddened lids from strenuously weeping. He loathes seeing him cry, "There's no one else capable of hurting me as of the moment." But you.
His thumb caressed Jin's cold flesh and the confusing longing feeling he feels deepens its roots within him.
His forehead creases in discomfort. What's this?
He's holding him, feeling his cold skin against his, but why does he feel so far away?
Don't go, "I adore you." More than anything else. "Not the world. Not anyone. But, you."
His other hand moves to explore his little sprout's back, desperately holding him and unbothered that his garments were lifting and exposing his thighs from what he was doing.
"Just you . . ."
His frowned lips traveled down and smooch against Jin's delicate ones.
Now he's sure of it. The young fellow was starting to distance himself although he has declared he wasn't pushing him away.
It could only mean one thing.
He breathes in his scent, shuddering at the idea. "Don't leave me."
He's running away.
