“Is this seat taken?”
Jin looked up to see Jiaolong’s lanky frame standing over him. His former rival used to intimidate him, but now he was strangely glad to see him. Especially after what he’d done for Sakura.
“It’s yours,” Jin answered. He stood up to acknowledge Jiaolong with a handshake.
Jiaolong smiled, unfastening the button of his black blazer before lowering himself into the foldable seat.
“Sakura told me about what you did,” Jin said. “Thank you.”
Jiaolong shook his head, still smiling. “No, don’t thank me,” he said. “I didn’t do it for you.”
Jin rolled his eyes. He was the same old Jiaolong.
“You do know this puts us on an equal footing now, don’t you?” Jiaolong’s words made Jin straighten up in his seat.
“How so?” he asked.
Jiaolong relaxed in his seat, crossing his legs. “The serum we made is as good as your hug. Maybe even better… because it will be capable of keeping her safe even when you’re not around.”
Jin arched an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say?”
Jiaolong shrugged, his lips breaking into a grin. “I stepped aside for you back then because you could keep Sakura safe from herself while I couldn’t. But now, the serum has changed everything.” He threw his gaze back at Jin. “I guess I don’t have to give way to you anymore. Because now, I am just as capable as you.”
Jin blinked. The vein in his head started to throb. Was this guy serious? “Sakura’s already mine,” Jin declared, aware that his tone had changed. “You’re too late.”
“You’re probably right. No one else can claim Sakura,” Jiaolong said, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight in the chair. “Unless, you’re dead.” A smile spread across Jiaolong’s face.