LOGINKento was dressed the same way and he followed Kenji in together with Aito who was pushing him on the wheelchair. The instant Haruto caught sight of Aito, his heart leaped in his chest. Though he had already seen the outfit during their trip to the mall and knew how striking it was, seeing it on Aito revealed its full glory. Aito was utterly captivating, making it impossible for Haruto to look anywhere else. For one instinctive moment, Haruto wanted to cross the room and go straight to him, maybe hug him or get a kiss but he knew he couldn’t do that without drawing attention to himself. His fingers tightened against the wall as he willed himself to remain standing. There would be time to get close to Aito later. He would make sure of it. And there was no way he was leaving the hotel today without Aito. The rest of the family members walked in, including Mrs Yamamoto. Her smile was graceful and her posture impeccable. She carried herself with high dignity, as if she wasn’t the woman
The Yamaguchis had not held an event in Tokyo in years and judging by the spectacle unfolding before Haruto, they had apparently decided that when they finally returned to the social scene, they would make certain no one forgot it.The Fuuji Hotel hall had been transformed in a way Haruto hadn't seen in years. The massive hall glowed beneath hundreds of crystal chandeliers, their light scattering across polished marble floors. Black and silver decorations stretched from the ceiling in elaborate arrangements, intertwined with deep crimson roses and delicate strands of crystal that shimmered whenever someone walked beneath them.Everywhere Haruto looked, there was wealth and he sneered in annoyance. Blood surely was thick. They had decorated the hall the same way Aito's mother liked to decorate. Too loud and lavish. He hated all those flashy decors. In the past, when he attended such events with Aito, he usually left some minutes after but today, he wasn't going to leave. Not without
Aito was dressed in an ice-blue suit that looked almost too beautiful to be called a suit. The fabric had a delicate, shimmering quality to it, catching the light with every slight movement. It reminded Ryu of the crystalline gowns Elsa wore in Frozen but this one was made into a masculine suit that fitted Aito perfectly. It was like it was made for him alone. The jacket was perfectly tailored, following the natural lines of his frame without looking restrictive and the trousers matched perfectly, falling neatly over his white shoes, while a pristine white shirt underneath softened the cool shade of the suit.His platinum-blond hair, dusted with tiny sparkly flecks that looked like freshly fallen snow, fell in soft waves around his face. Against the cool blue of his clothes, his hair made him look like someone who had stepped out of a winter fairytale and accidentally wandered into their living room.Fuck, Aito looked unreal. Kaito was a mad genius when it came to clothes though he wo
Meanwhile…After some minutes of heavy persuasion from Kenji and Yasu, Mrs. Yamamoto finally placed the lamp on a nearby table. She smoothed down her stunning peach-coloured dinner dress, fixed her shiny chestnut hair, then took a seat though her expression remained murderous as she kept glaring at Mr. Igarashi.“The next time he calls my son a whore, I won't let it slide.” she seethed.Mr. Igarashi immediately opened his mouth to retort but Yasu slapped a hand over his mouth and made him sit down. “Sir, you don't have to reply to everything she says. Please, let's end this now. We still have a lot to discuss.”Mr. Igarashi glared at him, clearly not satisfied but after a moment, he simply huffed and remained silent. It was better not to argue with a mad woman.Seeing that Mr Yoongi wasn’t going to say anything else, Yasu sighed in relief and retracted his hand. Damn. They were behaving like kids, bickering every chance they got. No. He shook his head. They were worse than kids becaus
He made a move to leave but Kenji blocked his path with his body, stopping him from leaving. They had almost the same build and height so Ryu couldn't just pass the narrow way."You're blocking the hallway." he said, his voice low. He didn't want Aito to know he was peeping but it seemed like Kenji didn't care because he even raised his voice."What?""I said move." Ryu growled.Kenji's eyebrows rose. For a second, neither of them moved, then Kenji stepped forward instead. "I asked you a question.""I heard you." Ryu replied, not moving an inch."And?""I don't remember asking you for relationship advice." Ryu said, staring Kenji straight in the eyes. He knew Kenji didn't like him one bit and wanted Aito to break up with him but he wasn't going to let that happen. He wasn't going to let Kenji intimidate him as well. The guy kept ridiculing their relationship and he was hardly in one himself."What Aito and I do is up to us," Ryu continued, his voice low and firm. "Just be rest assured
Just moments ago, Aito had been annoyed by what Ryu wanted them to do but now, that irritation dissolved completely. It melted away beneath the sight of the man he loved falling apart right in front of him.Aito hadn't realised that Ryu had been carrying this much fear in him. This much guilt and self-loathing. His heart clenched painfully. Without hesitation, he scooted closer until their knees brushed."Ryu..." he whispered, his voice impossibly gentle. He lifted both hands and carefully cupped Ryu's face.Ryu instinctively leaned into the warmth of his palms, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath for Aito's closeness seemed to calm him down. He snaked his arms around Aito's waist and brought them closer. The erratic beating of his heart slowed and the trembling of his body eased.Aito's thumbs brushed over his cheeks, catching the tears as they fell. He wiped them away one by one even as his own eyes began to sting. "I can't believe you've been carrying all of this by yourse
There was a collective gasp then complete silence. Ryu's thunderous heart slowly calmed to the normal beat and his eyes welled with hot tears. He sunk to his knees beside the coffin and gazed inside with a shaky smile.Within the coffin was empty space. Not a single thing could be found. Not even a
Aito was still contemplating whether to turn or not. If Ryu really wanted to press charges, he would. It didn't matter if he hid his identity. Besides, Ryu's secretary already knew everything.Still, Aito didn't want to get in trouble. He didn't want to make his brothers worry. Maybe he should just
"Poor Ryuho..." Aito mumbled. "He must have suffered a lot these five years..." Aito now realised why Ryu had cried and hugged him like that. He felt even worse.Kaito's brow twitched. 'Poor Ryuho?' he thought, giving Aito a complicated look. 'The person you should pity is yourself!'But Aito felt
"Nori, come here. Don't make trouble" Ryu warned as he stretched his hand for Nori to take but Nori shrunk further into the cell, not wanting to leave without an answer. After all that Yuuki had said, how could he be willing to leave with Ryu so easily?Ryu's face darkened and the policeman who had







