Hey, everybody! This is rockyBubbles, and I want to try something different. It's kinda slow at first, but I promise it will get better in the near future. Big THANKIES to my lovely beta, Salysha! She has been very patient with me (and still is)!
WARNINGS: This is a SLASH story, and Jin and Hwoarang will eventually get together. If you don't like it, then kindly leave this story and leave me alone.
Also watch out for Kazuya. He will probably be horribly out of character, but I'll try for the most part to at least make it go with the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot... and even then it doesn't seem like mine.
Okay, even though half of you just ignored all of that stuff above, I'm still going to say: On with the story!!!!
Hwoarang woke up with a pounding headache. He tried to open his eyes, but it made his headache that much worse. Bringing a hand to his head, he tried to regain his bearings. Where was he? Why did he feel so hung over? What happened?
Again, Hwoarang tried to open his eyes. This time, it wasn't so bad, but his vision blurred, as his eyes tried to adjust to his surroundings.
As his vision cleared, Hwoarang glanced at the alarm clock on a nightstand near the bed. The numbers 4:23 blinked brightly in red. It was dark so he figured it was still early morning.
Shifting his gaze, Hwoarang noted that he was in a bed, a large, luxurious bed, very unlike his own. What the hell had happened?! How had he gotten into a place like this? Hwoarang was a sweet talker, but he didn't think a chick would ever take him to a place this nice. This had to be a five star hotel, especially if there was a door to the bedroom. Since the door was open, Hwoarang could see into a small living room.
"What the hell?" Hwoarang realized, after he tried to get up, that he was nestled into someone's side. Why the fuck hadn't he caught that before? And why was he aching so badly? His body hurt all over. Had he fought before he ended ending up here? It wasn't uncommon for him to be seen out, unwinding from a particularly hard day of training, but he didn't remember any rigorous training in the past few hours.
Hwoarang thought for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation.
Wait a minute. A woman couldn't make him hurt... unless it wasn't a chick! Not that he had any problems with dudes. It's just that he was usually a pitcher... not a catcher.
Glancing up, Hwoarang's breath caught in his throat. This couldn't have happened.
His mind wandered to the other person. How did he wind up in bed with him? Hwoarang started rethinking of the idea of him being drunk because he would never have done this sober. Not that the man wasn't spectacular in his own right, he just wasn't Hwoarang's type.
"Hwoarang…?" While Hwoarang's mind had been elsewhere, he hadn't realized his bedpartner had woken up.
Jin peered around the room groggily and then focused on his bedmate. Hwoarang figured Jin had no idea how this had happened, either. They were both in the same boat on this situation.
"Jin." Hwoarang held Jin's stare as he sat up. There was an uncomfortable silence that made his body ache even more than it already did.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Jin's eyes narrowed. "And why does it feel like I've been hit by train?"
Hwoarang smirked. Well, obviously he'd given as well good as he'd gotten.
"I don't know, Jin. You tell me." Hwoarang shifted, making the pain ease a little.
Jin frowned and got out of the bed to turn the lights on. Hwoarang noticed the limp Jin tried to hide. His smirk widened.
As the light was flipped on, Hwoarang's eyes bulged, and the smirk fell from his face. Jin's figure was littered in bruises and red blotches. He turned his attention to himself. There was a handprint on his chest! He was also covered in black and blue, but still, there was a handprint on his chest.
Hwoarang's attention was pulled away from his body by Jin's growl. Jin was focused on himself.
"Hwoarang… you had better have a good explanation for why you are still here." Although his voice was controlled, Hwoarang heard the obvious anger.
"Hey! Apparently it was consensual last night! I want to know what happened, too!" Hwoarang stood up defensively.
"I would never consent to do this with you. You aren't worth it," Jin seethed.
"Not worth it? I bet you thought it was worth it last night! Look at yourself, you're limping!" Hwoarang motioned to Jin's body, a smug expression clear on his face.
"You have ten seconds to get out of my room before I call security and have you thrown out."
"Ha! You can't deny that it was good!" Hwoarang let the amusement ring clearly in his voice.
"Hwoarang, get out!"
"I bet last night, it was more like, 'Hwoarang I want more.'" Hwoarang laughed.
Jin was shaking with anger. How dare this man come into his hotel room, put bruises on him, and then taunt him the morning after! He would kill Hwoarang, or better yet, have Nina do it for him. Jin composed himself and picked up the phone on the wall to call his bodyguard.
"Nina, I am in need of your services."
"What? You don't think I can take on Nina? Dude, I totally took you on last night. I can handle her anytime." Hwoarang may have been in pain, but that was slowly turning into a dull throb he could ignore. On the positive side, a little pain now and then had never kept him from backing down from a challenge.
"Pray you live to regret those words, Hwoarang."
"And why do you like using my name so much? Does it leave your lips tingling or something, or do you just enjoy saying it? Wow, if I'd known you liked me before, we could have started this affair last tournament."
Jin growled. His hate for his rival burned now like a furnace. When the rivalry first had first begun, he had no problem with the man, but over the last two tournaments, Hwoarang had gotten annoying. Now, they had ended end up in a room together, with Hwoarang making a complete idiot of himself and him. Jin wouldn't allow this. If Nina didn't get here soon, then he'd kill Hwoarang himself.
A knock at the front door signaled Nina's arrival. Jin turned away from Hwoarang, heading to the front door.
Hwoarang knew that if Jin answered the door, then he wouldn't get the answers he wanted. So, he did the only thing he could think of: quickly, he followed Jin to the door and latched on to him. He held his arms securely around Jin's chest, constricting the movements of his arms and upper body. Hwoarang also widened his stance to keep his balance in case Jin tried to escape.
"Hwoarang, what do you think you're doing?" Jin wriggled, trying to get himself free, but Hwoarang held on tightly, keeping Jin him in place.
"You won't answer that door," Hwoarang purred.
"And why won't I? I paid for this room, didn't I?" Again, Jin tried to free himself, but to no avail.
"So? We were in the middle of a 'morning after' talk. I think that's more important than you letting Nina in." Hwoarang let his disdain for Nina her show in his voice.
"And you know why I called her, too. Get off me and get out of my room."
"Yeah, I don't want to." Hwoarang tightened his grip on Jin.
"Get off. I am warning you," Jin growled.
"No," Hwoarang said simply.
Jin bowed his head and focused. Lightning began to pulse up his arms and around his torso.
"Hey!" Hwoarang let go quickly, as he felt the raw energy burn him. "What was that for?"
Jin glared at Hwoarang before continuing to open his door. Nina stood patiently, a cross look on her face. It was too early in the morning for this.
"Please escort him out of my room by any means necessary," Jin spat as he stomped to the bathroom down the hall. A hot shower would do his aching muscles and his fried nerves some good.
"Yes, sir." Nina turned her attention to Hwoarang, who was now closing the bedroom door behind him. Nina heard the lock click.
Hwoarang quickly looked for his clothes. Upon finding his shirt shredded and his pants ripped, he decided Jin wouldn't mind letting him borrow some clothes.
While browsing for a T-shirt and some jeans, Hwoarang heard someone banging on the door. Considering he heard water going, he assumed the person at the door had to be Nina. He'd have to hurry if he didn't want to get kicked out of the hotel naked.
Hwoarang succeeded in finding a T-shirt, but jeans were impossible to find. Instead, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants that were a little big on him, but would do. He slid on his trademark boots and made it to the window when just as the bedroom door flew in. No way in hell was he getting caught by that woman to be thrown out of a hotel this expensive. It would ruin his reputation with the ladies.
Nina stood in the doorway scowling. He could imagine the smoke billowing out of her ears. Too bad she was too late. He was already out the window.
Before Nina could register what to do, Hwoarang winked and disappeared down the fire escape.
All right, I know it's more focused on Hwoarang right now, but the next chapter will be about Jin, and it gets more into the plot.
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