(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses-Chapter 181: Unwanted Visit

Standing before the door, Haruki’s finger hovered over the door. He clenched his fist hesitantly before pressing in the numbers. The automated sound felt muted as the door opened. Hiroshi had not changed the pin.

He pushed the door and stepped into the apartment. Hiroshi was wearing headphones while running on the treadmill. He wasn’t wearing anything except a pair of black shorts. Haruki inhaled deeply before stepping forward.

Hiroshi glanced back. He was taken aback by the intruder; he had to turn once again to see if he had seen correctly. Haruki raised his hand and waved at him casually.

He walked out of the living room and went directly into Hiroshi’s room, ignoring the man who had stopped running and gone down from the machine.

Hiroshi felt speechless. He could have sworn that the chances of Haruki ever visiting him were zero. Seeing Haruki casually walking down the hallway to his room felt even crazier.

He got a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped down more than half of it. He had no idea what to say or how to act. Haruki was not here as his boss; he had entered using the PIN, just as he had in the past.

He could not understand why Haruki was silent. He hadn’t said anything to him, and he hadn’t seen his lips move even though he was wearing headphones. He took them off and mopped the sweat off his face and dabbed his neck and chest dry.

He threw the towel over his neck and walked to the room. The room was empty, but he could hear the sound of the shower running. He headed towards the door but paused in his tracks.

He and Haruki could not be together anymore. It was enough that he helped Haruki get rid of his enemies and protected himself, but remembering the man had no feelings for him, he knew he had to step away.

He could watch from afar. He could help Haruki whenever he wanted, but he was ready to accept that they could not be together. In fact, he had long accepted it. He was okay being his doctor. He was satisfied with observing a respectable distance from the man as long as Haruki was alright.

That was how it was supposed to be before he lost his mind in the pit of love. He had fallen deep. He should have learned contentment right from the beginning.

It took Haruki’s humiliation to know he had gotten greedy, and with greed comes punishment. The words Haruki had said were his punishment. They were his awakening to his reality.

It made him realize how much of a joke he had been, thinking he could get Haruki to love. Thinking perhaps he now held some importance in Haruki’s life.

He was the only one who thought that way. Haruki had his whole life ahead of him. He was the chairman with so many responsibilities. Being with him could never count as his priority. He had too much to lose.

He pressed his back to the wall and exhaled tiredly. Sweat dripped down his hair. He lifted the ends of the towel and cleaned them from his neck and forehead.

The door of the bathroom opened. Hiroshi stiffened. He was quick to adjust himself as he casually let the ends of the towels fall before turning to Haruki.

Haruki met his gaze calmly, his black eyes brightening slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Haruki asked, scanning Hiroshi’s frame. He nonchalantly continued into the room dressed in a white robe.

"Why are you here?" Hiroshi asked, pushing himself away from the wall and following Haruki.

"I came to see you," Haruki replied factually as he strode out of the room. He slowly walked down the hallway as though he owned the place. He was extremely relaxed; his indoor slippers rubbed against the floor, making a soft sliding sound.

Hearing the tone Haruki used to respond, he felt the urge to sigh. Haruki had made it sound like he missed him, although it also sounded like a direct answer.

"Why?" Hiroshi asked with a sigh. He hated that even in moments like this, he was being delusional. He was imagining something that wasn’t there. He was forcing words into the empty lines in between.

Haruki remained silent but around while Hiroshi watched. He brought the laptop and flash drives and placed them on the table. "Here. You helped me get these," Haruki said as he sat down on a sofa.

Hiroshi looked down at the table, and he could easily guess what they were. "I had nothing to do with them," he replied calmly.

"Did you kill Aiichiro?" Haruki met his gaze as he leaned against the backrest of the sofa.

He watched calmly as he folded his hands over his chest. If Haruki now had all the materials Aiichiro used to blackmail him, he saw no reason why the man brought them to him rather than burning them.

"You haven’t answered my question," Haruki reminded him.

Hiroshi snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Haruki. "I did not kill him," Hiroshi replied very calmly.

Haruki’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected response. It was obvious that he already believed without a doubt that Haruki killed Aiichiro. He shook his head and said firmly, "No, I know you killed him."

Hiroshi was not in the mood for an argument, but he would have loved it if Haruki simply agreed that he didn’t kill Aiichiro. That way, he will not hope that Haruki would want to show him some affection in appreciation.

However, seeing Haruki’s neck and chest exposed thanks to his relaxed pose made him swallow, and he concluded that it was best for Haruki to leave.

His chest expanded before he exhaled exhaustedly. It has been so long since he touched Haruki; his fingers itched to run against his skin. He wanted to get close, and that was against all he had worked hard to achieve.

It felt like Haruki came with the sole purpose of ruining all he spent days away from him building. So he gave in to make Haruki leave, saying, "It was all me."

Since that was what Haruki wanted to hear. He waited for the man to get dressed and leave his house. Haruki only looked at him calmly before patting the other side of the sofa.

Hiroshi looked at him skeptically, as he could understand what Haruki was gesturing but it made no sense. After the harsh words he told him in his office, over the phone, he had no intention of holding onto false hopes.

He didn’t move, and Haruki repeated the same gesture. "Come," he added when Hiroshi didn’t move.

Hiroshi held back a sigh and met Haruki’s gaze with a cold, hard look as he said, "There’s no need for me to." He didn’t give Haruki the chance to recover from the shock of his direct rejection as he added, "And I need you to leave."

Was that pain in Haruki’s eyes? Haruki looked down fast before Hiroshi could confirm what it was. He sighed as his frustration began to build up. He rubbed his face and brushed back his bangs as he scolded himself for being delusional. Could he ever hurt someone like Haruki? He was no one to Haruki.

Haruki was smiling when he finally raised his head, and Hiroshi could see his face. Yes, he must have been very delusional seconds ago. "Why are you in a hurry to send me off?" Haruki asked calmly.

"I have a surgery scheduled for tomorrow morning. I need maximum rest," Hiroshi replied distantly.

"What are you thinking would happen? Can’t I simply sleep over?"

With every word Haruki said, Hiroshi could almost swear it was said with the intent of making him angrier and less patient. "No, I do not want you to sleep over." He hoped his words were direct enough to make Haruki leave.

Haruki looked down at the table and remained silent for almost a minute while Hiroshi stood looking at him with his hands folded over his chest. The air was very tense as the silence continued until Haruki cleared his throat and rose.

Hiroshi stiffened when the beautiful man finally looked at him. Haruki stood up and approached him. Less than a meter away, Hiroshi could guess that Haruki wouldn’t stop there. He turned and walked away towards the door.

He wanted nothing more at that moment than to leave. He was losing control. He was about to break the promise he made to himself. Escaping seemed to be the best option.

Hiroshi was forced to stop. He looked down at his tightly gripped wrist. His fist clenched. He wanted to swing the hand off as his brow furrowed deeply. The tightness in his chest, the tension of his muscles, but he remained calm.

"What do you want?" he asked directly. He felt himself run out of patience as Haruki continued to tempt, to make him hope for more.

"Why are you acting this way?" Haruki asked in a cold and low voice.

This was real. That expression was the cold sincerity he should have taken note of months ago before he began hoping for more.