Chapter 1:

Sickness

'Man its cold. Hwoarang you stupid asshole, had to just run from the middle of the friggin' desert in Korea to 'Winter Wonderland Japan' in nothing more than your fuckin' B.D.U.s you dumb ass.' Hwoarang shivered and rubbed his arms. 'Gods it's cold. Why the hell am I even here? The friggin' Tournament was more than two months over with for Buddha's friggin' sake!'

'Jin.....'

'What?'

'Jin Kazama....'

'Oh fuck. NOT Kazama. I'm not here for that god-dammed pansy ass-'

'He does have a nice ass.'

'ACK!' Hwoarang coughed.

"Hey. You alright?" Hwoarang felt someone pat him on the back.

"Ye-yeah. I'll be-" Hwoarang turned around, "KAZAMA??!" Jin blinked.

"Why so surprised?"

"...... I am not." Jin chuckled as Hwoarang stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Fine. What do you care?" Hwoarang tried to hide his shivering. 'Man it's hot, but I'm so cold....' Hwoarang's vision blurred.

'Who-whoa....' Jin grasped Hwoarang quickly.

"Gotcha."

'Whoa.... double Jin.... not a bad sight if I do say..... So... my..Sel..' Everything swirled and turned black.

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'Whoa... man my head feels funny... who-who's touching my forehead??' Hwoarang opened his eyes and nearly jumped out of his skin. Jin held him down.

"Whoa! Hold on there!" Hwoarang let out his breath. "Geez Hwoarang. Take a breather. Just relax." Jin wiped Hwoarang's forehead with a damp cloth. His muscles relaxed and Hwoarang began to doze into a sleep. "Hwoarang. Hwoarang!" Hwoarang popped one eye open.

"Uhnnn...?"

"Stay awake, I'll have to get you some medicine. Here open up." Hwoarang glanced at the white pills before opening his mouth and drinking the ice-cold water. "There. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah...." Jin nodded.

"I figured, you look homely. I'll make something." Jin stood and walked from the room. Hwoarang looked around the room. The walls were of a light powder blue and the room held a cool light feel to it. The window was closed and its white sheer drapes hung loosely at each end of the window. The bed was covered in a medium blue comforter and light blue sheets with white pillowcases. A small TV was set close to the bed on top of a small cherry wood dresser, along with a dark midnight blue vase containing two large white tiger lilies.

'Its a bit chilly in here..' Hwoarang noticed the lightning was out and that it must have happened during the snowstorm two days ago. He snuggled up in the warm comforter and ruffled his flaming red hair that stood out in the room. Jin walked back into the room and glanced at Hwoarang snuggled up in the medium blue comforter.

"The power went out. Sorry it's cold." Jin lit a candle and set it by Hwoarang. "Doesn't give off much heat but... at least we can get some light." Hwoarang looked into the small flame and watched it grow and melt the cold wax away. He smiled at it without thinking. Jin watched Hwoarang smile a little longer before lightning another candle and setting it by the other side.

"The food'll be ready in about a minute.... Um... So, what where you still here for? I mean, after the army almost caught you and all." Hwoarang took a deep breath before looking at Jin, in which he wished he hadn't.

"I... Uh... Um..." Hwoarang couldn't help but mumble words that made no sense what so ever. Jin raised an eyebrow.

'He has the most beautiful eyes....' Hwoarang coughed.

"Hwoa? You ok?" Jin patted his back.

"Yeah... I... Well... I... Um...."

'Play it smooth.... Hey you need to know what to do right? Ask JIN what to do. Play it smooth.' Hwoarang thought

"Well.. Um.. You see... I... Uh.. Kinda... like this person and uh... Well.. I..." Hwoarang blushed by mistake.

"You don't know how they feel about you?" Jin asked. Hwoarang nodded. He chuckled. "I guess... You just gotta tell 'em how you feel. I... Couldn't do that."

"Why?" Hwoarang asked, his blush fading a bit.

"I'm a coward! I guess I'm too shy..." Jin laughed lightly and blushed. Hwoarang blinked.

"Uh.. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I... don't think you're a coward." Hwoarang looked at the comforter and the shadows the candlelight made against it.

"Really?" Hwoarang nodded. "Thanks Hwoa. You're a real good friend. Hey." Hwoarang looked up. "Tell 'em. They'll never know if you don't tell them." Jin got up and walked out through the doorframe, close enough to hear Hwoarang as he smiled.

"You know, you're right, Jin."

'He said my name....' Jin smiled and kept walking as if he hadn't heard. Hwoarang glanced at the small blue flame that began to slowly grow into a bright orange, a happy, glowing, radiant, color, and full of life...