A/N: Well, here is Chapter 10. I hope everyone enjoys it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

A/N: Air and Bea are mine.

Chapter 10

Motorcycle Accident.

The following morning Jin was awakened by his uncle with a hard kick in the head. Jin groaned in pain and sat up immediately, wondering what was going on for Lee to wake him so harshly. "What is it?" he said, rubbing his eyes before looking over to his uncle.

"I've been trying to awake you for the last thirty minutes, Jin. What the hell were you dreaming about?" Lee asked, standing up straight and folding his arms over his chest.

"ME!" Hwoarang shouted as he ran into the room, followed by Steve. The two stopped near the doorway, just watching. Hwoarang had an innocent smile on his face that clearly said he had done or was planning on doing something.

Lee had noticed the smile, but decided to ignore the redhead for now, and he turned his attention back to Jin.

"To be honest, I don't remember what I was dreaming about," Jin said truthfully, staring at his uncle, but he couldn't help but glance at Steve and Hwoarang, as they were looking through some of his things. "I don't remember much of last night, really."

"That's because you were high," Hwoarang said like it was nothing new, looking into an old bento Jin had on his dresser.

"You got high and didn't invite me?" Steve pondered as he stood next to Hwoarang, taking out a piece of paper from the small box. "Look, an old love note."

"You got Jin high?! Why?" Lee shouted, turning his attention to Hwoarang, who was still looking into the small bento box. Lee stepped over to the redhead and punched him hard in the arm. "Don't ignore me!"

"Oww, fuck, Lee!" Hwoarang cursed, handing the bento to Steve. "To help him sleep. Chill. Nothing bad happened. Besides, Jin is pretty funny high. Should have been there." He snickered at the memory.

"It's not a funny matter, Hwoarang. I don't want to see my nephew getting high. His mother wouldn't approve," Lee said, glaring at the redhead.

"And Jin'sa big boy. I think he can make the decision himself. All weed is, is grass. Harmless," Hwoarang said, matching the glare.

"It's still a drug," Lee said, his voice rising.

"You're Korean. You should know how it is. Stop making a big deal, Chaolan," Hwoarang said, matching his tone.

"That's why I don't want Jin smoking weed."

"Well, I must say it did help him out a lot. But fine, if you'd rather him have sleepless nights, then so be it," Hwoarang said, waving a hand over his head, dismissing the conversation.

Lee sighed at Hwoarang's words, and he had to admit to himself that the younger man was right. Jin did seem to have slept well that night. Lee knew Jin hadn't had a good night's rest since he had learned of the Devil Gene. Shaking his head, he had to agree with Hwoarang. "Fine, but don't let me hear about it. Also, only use it when he's having trouble sleeping," he said and left.

"Hwoarang, mate, you get everyone into trouble," Steve said with a chuckle, tapping the Korean's shoulder roughly.

"No. Jin is the one who gets me into trouble," Hwoarang said as he stepped out of the room, calling back to Jin. "Hurry up, Kazama. We don't have all day!"

Jin just stood there with a puzzled look on his face. He had never realized how much his stepuncle cared, and it brought a smile to his face. The Japanese then turned to Steve. "What time is it?"

"It's eight o'clock. Breakfast is done and waiting, if you're hungry. Though I wouldn't miss out on it. Flapjacks today," the British boxer said with a toothy smile and left the room, waving a hand behind him.

Jin smiled and nodded as he watched Steve leave. He turned toward his closet to pick out his clothes for the day, but then he remembered about the day before. Jin knew he and Hwoarang would have to tell Steve and Lee what was going on first thing after breakfast.

Even with that on his mind, Jin couldn't help but smile. As he thought back to the night before, he had to remind himself to thank Hwoarang because he truly had slept better than he had in months.

~*~

Later that morning, when breakfast was over, Jin and Hwoarang brought Steve and Lee into the family room to sit and talk to them. The two told them everything about what Baek and Lei had told them the previous day.

"I was wondering who your father's partner was," Lee said with a frown. "Some new guy? Strange. And this guy says you know his little sister?"

Hwoarang nodded. "Yes, but they didn't give a name, and I never had a girlfriend, only sex partners. Nor did I recognize her. Then again, I couldn't see her face, since it was covered."

"Baek Doo San said that she may be after Hwoarang and that he may just look like her former lover," said Jin.

"I wonder if Kazuya and Heihachi have something planned. If this is just to sidetrack us from the real plan or whatever it is that's going on. Then again, Kazuya and Heihachi aren't ones to work together," Lee said more to himself than the others. The older man was clearly thinking hard about this, and the other three noticed the worried look on his face as well.

"It sounds sick to me. Heihachi and his bloody experiments. That's probably what it is," Steve started, staring hard at the floor as if, he, too were trying to figure out something. "If Kazuya is involved, there must be some sort of a deal along with it."

Hwoarang turned to Steve with a frown and placed a gentle hand on the boxer's shoulder. "You talking about what happened with you and your mom?"

"Yeah," was Steve's reply.

Jin couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach as he watched Hwoarang comfort Steve that moment. He wondered why he wanted to rip the two apart from each other. He quickly shook the feeling away and sat more comfortably in his seat, turning to Lee as the older man started to talk.

"The only way Kazuyawould agree with our father is if he would kill himself," said Lee as he lit up a cigarette. "I don't blame Kazuya for hating our father. The man did throw him down a cliff to die. Though Kazuya didn't die; instead, he was given an offer… the devil."

"What?" Steve said, turning to face Lee.

"Yea, my brother is the devil and Jin…," Lee said, turning to face his nephew, not wanting to finish his sentence.

Jin only sat there. He didn't like the conversation much, but he knew Hwoarang and Steve were going to find out the truth sooner or later. He was about to answer his uncle when Hwoarang did for him.

"Is the spawn, right?" he asked, turning to Jin so that he was looking right at him "That's why you had the black wings at the end of Tournament 3. I was wondering what trick you did then, but now it makes sense."

Jin took in a deep breath, placing a hand to his forehead as he let the air escape his mouth. He let his hand run down his face before resting it on his thigh. "Yeah…," was all he could say at the moment.

Hwoarang watched Jin for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. "Jin needs to get laid," he said bluntly, a smile forming onto his face.

Everyone was looking at Hwoarang. None of them knew what to say. Steve was on the verge of laughing, while Jin just blushed and looked away from Hwoarang. It was Lee who broke the ice.

"Wow, Hwoarang. You really know how to silence a room with that mouth of yours. You truly just speak your mind, don't you?" Lee laughed. "Though I agree. Jin, you should get some action and ask a girl out."

"If you're referring to that pest, then I take it back," Hwoarang said, pushing back red strands of hair that fell ontohis face. "Jin needs someone who knows how to put out. Not a small teenager."

"I would rather if we didn't talk about my personal life," Jin said with a weary smile.

Hwoarang turned to Jin and smiled. "Why, Jin? Would you rather we talk about mine? Because I can share some detail. Like the other night, I had some fine sex with a fine American woman. Damn, let me tell you--"

"Okay, Hwoarang! We don't want to know," Lee said, laughing along with Steve.

Steve turned to Hwoarang with a grin. "Anyway, when did you and Jin start using first names," he asked, just realizing that Hwoarang was calling Jin "Jin" and not "Kazama."

Hwoarang sighed and bowed his head. "Well, if you must know, my master spanked me until I said it, but then got jealous because I moaned out Jin's name," Hwoarang said eyes wide and holding back a laugh. Even he didn't believe his own words.

"You're a sick fuck," Lee said, going in a fit of laughter before punching the redhead on the arm.

"Hwoarang, you're a cheeky bastard, you know that?" Steve laughed.

Jin covered his face with his hands, not believing Hwoarang's words. The things the Korean could say sometimes.... He doubted he could ever meet anyone else with such a dirty mouth. If his grandfather were here, Hwoarang would get the beating of his life for talking like that.

"Anyway, why does everyone assume that I dislike Kazama?" Hwoarang asked with a frown once everyone calmed down.

"The name-calling," Lee started as he turned to Hwoarang again. "The 'I'm going to kick your ass' that you always do. How you act toward Jin."

"Well, fuck; you got me there," Hwoarang said with a sigh. "Well, we're friends, I guess. So deal with it."

"We can, at such times as this. It's better to be friends," Lee said and stood to his feet. "Come, Steve; we have training to do."

Steve nodded and stood to his feet, turning to Jin and Hwoarang and waving a hand. "Later," he said before disappearing down the hall after Lee.

Hwoarang waved a hand to Steve, as the blond left, and then stood up. He turned to Jin and patted him on the head. "We better do the same. We didn't train at all yesterday, and we're late today. So, when you're ready, I'll be in the dojo. And you better be ready," he said and left the room, heading for the upstairs dojo.

Jin nodded and watched the redhead leave. He was about to follow when his mind wandered back tothe early conversation, before everything got silly. I wonder what's going to happen. What is my father planning? Sighing to himself, he decided to think on it later. He left the room to follow Hwoarang to the upper-level dojo.

~*~

Two weeks passed since the conversation in the living room. The tournament was getting closer, and so the two teams were training even harder to get ready for their first matches. Hwoarang and Jin were in the dojo, having a spar.

Hwoarang was sending kicks left and right, and sweat was running down his face and upper chest with each move. Jin was dodging each one by moving to the oppositedirection or sending a punch for Hwoarang to block with his leg. It was when Hwoarang was about to kick Jin in the head that Jin grabbed a hold of his ankle, sending him to the ground.

"Shit!" Hwoarang yelped when he landed hard on his back. He let the pain pass through his spine before looking up at Jin. Sudden anger swelled up inside of him, followed by anger he hadn't felt in a long time. Hwoarang's glare on Jin was one of rage, and he quickly jumped back to his feet, ready to attack yet again.

Hwoarang then leapt into the air, aiming his right foot down hard on Jin's head. This time the foot connected, causing Jin to stumble back, just to get kicked a second time in the shoulder and once more on the head. This time it was Jin who fell hard on his back, and Hwoarang landed standing over him.

Hwoarang grinned at the Japanese youth below him and took a few steps back. Hwoarang swung his head back in slow motion, letting his falling hair move off his shoulder. He wishedhe had thought of wearing a headband that morning, instead of letting his hair fall freely and stick to his sweaty face. He was glad he had decided to remove his vest earlier to give himself some air. But even then, he couldn't wait for a break and a cool shower. He was clearly out of breath and hopedthat Jin didn't want to continue at the moment.

"Ah," Jin groaned, holding his head, as he sat up and took a good look at Hwoarang. The redhead looked as tired as he was. The two had been training for a good six hours, and it was clear they both needed a break from all this. He held up his hand as soon as he caught his breath. "Okay, okay. Let's stop for now," he said as he ran his hand through his damp hair, which was now all over the place, instead of being up in its normal cowlick.

"Thank you," Hwoarang said as he plopped down onto the floor, lying on his back. The cold wooden floor felt good against his skin, and he let himself breathe before he started talking again. "Damn, Kazama. The day isn't half over yet, and I'm this fucking tired," he said with a grin.

He turned his attention over to Jin, watching the other man try and catch his breath. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the exposed torso, watching the sweat trail down his chest. Damn, how I would like to see that man sweat like this, but after a different kind of training….

Jin slowly turned his head toward the Korean and smiled. "It was a good workout, but I think it's time for something to eat," he said, standing back on his feet. He took a look at Hwoarang and noticed the other man was watching him with a dazed look in his eyes. "You okay?"

Hwoarang blinked as he watched Jin stand back to his feet. He hadn't heard a word the other man had said until the end. "Uh, what? Yeah, uh, okay," he said, not sure what was going on and looked away from Jin. He couldn't believe he was caught staring, and he was wondering what Jin thought when a hand appeared in front of his face.

Hwoarang took a glance up and relaxed when he realized that Jin was offering him a help-up from the ground. So, he didn't notice? He smiled at the thought and took the offered hand.

Jin watched as Hwoarang took his hand and he pulled the other man up, only to stumble forward in the process. He lost his balance and nearly would have fallen over if it wasn't for Hwoarang, who caught a hold of his shoulders to keep him steady. Jin blushed and stared at the man before him realizing how close they were. He could feel Hwoarang's hot breath against his face. Their lips were only inches apart. A weirdfeeling passed through Jin's body, and a part of him wanted to move close to the redhead and another part wanted to pull away. What am I doing? he asked himself before closing his eyes and pulling away.

"Sorry," he said and turned away from Hwoarang, grabbing his T-shirt from the floor.

Hwoarang watched as Jin pulled away, and he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. On the other hand, he also felt relieved. He wasn't sure what would happen if he kissed the man right there and then. But seeing Jin act somewhat nervous, Hwoarang couldn't help his next comment. "Klutz," he said, grabbing his vest and putting it on, as he left the dojo before Jin. Damn, that was close! he thought and practically ran down the steps to get to the kitchen. Jin followed behind him, but at a slower pace.

"Lucile has the day off today, so we have to make do on our own," Jin said softly as he stood right behind Hwoarang, his eyes scanning the kitchen.

Hwoarang held back a gasp when he heard Jin speak. He hadn't realized the Japanese was right behind him until he had felt the hot breath against his neck and the smell of the other man's sweat. It was killing him. Stop this, Hwoarang! He's your damn partner, your rival, and your friend, not your fuck buddy. Just because he knows about you doesn't mean he likes the same things you do, he thought to himself and moved over to the fridge. "I guess that means today is a sandwich day. Oh, wait; you don't eat meat."

Jin slowly walked over toward the fridge, touching Hwoarang's shoulder, and Hwoarang slowly moved away from the fridge. The Japanese took Hwoarang's position and took a look inside for something to eat. A smile formed onto his lips. "I can make my own sandwich," he said and took out a small bowl of egg salad.

"Okay. I'll be right back. I need a quick cigarette before I chill and eat," Hwoarang said and made his exit out of the kitchen, nearly running into Lee and Steve on the way out.

"Where was Hwoarang going?" Steve asked as he and Lee stepped into the room.

"To have a smoke," Jin said as he started to make himself a sandwich.

"Ah. So, how was training?" Steve started as he took a seat at the table and then realized what Jin was making his sandwich with. "Bloody hell, Jin. What on earth are you poisoning yourself with? Looks a lot like boogies."

"Egg salad," Jin answered with a chuckle as he started to make another sandwich but one with different kinds of meat. "And training went well."

"Jin, you don't eat meat," Lee said with a raised brow, watching his nephew.

"It is not for me," Jin said as he spread a bit of mustard onto the ham, cheese, and turkey sandwich.

Jin sat the sandwich with meat on a plate and to the side. He turned to the fridge and took out a few cans of coke, placing them on the table while eyeing the door. Hwoarang had returned, but this time, his hair was soaked.

"That fucking hit the spot," Hwoarang said as he sat down next to Steve, a smile on his face. He eyed the two sandwiches on the table and grinned, grabbing Jin's by mistake and taking a bite. His eyes widened. "Kazama, what the hell did you put in this?"

"Egg salad. This one is yours," Jin said, pushing the meat sandwich over to Hwoarang and taking his.

"Ah, thanks," he said and took a fresh bite of his own sandwich. "Fucking starving," he said, taking larger bites while drinking at the same time.

Lee watched the Blood Talon eat with a disgusted look on his face. "Hwoarang, you're a pig," he said, taking a sip of his coke before making his own sandwich.

"No, that's Lei," Hwoarang said, taking the last bite of his sandwich and downing the rest of his coke. "Good sandwich!"

"A fag, then," Lee said as he started to eat his own sandwich, chewing it slowly.

"Lee, if you want a cigarette, just ask," Hwoarang said, leaning forward in his chair and making another sandwich for himself.

Lee shook his head with a sigh as he watched the Blood Talon, not wanting to argue. He then stared at Jin with a frown. "How do you put up with him?"

"He doesn't," Hwoarang answered as he sat back in his chair with a grin. "He yells at me all the time. Just today, he flipped me onto the ground because I tried to kick his nuts," he said with a chuckle.

Steve smirked. "Sounds like you enjoyed it."

"Ha, ha. Funny," Hwoarang said. His own joke didn't sound so appealing anymore. "Yeah, but Jin is better than Lee. When I get on his nerves, he hits me," he said, staring at Lee with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"You usually deserve it," Jin said while eating his sandwich, catching Hwoarang's attention.

Hwoarang stared at Jin, and the look of mischief disappeared from his eyes as he did. All day, Hwoarang hadn't been able to keep his eyes off Jin. He had wanted to just grab the other man and pin him down to kiss those soft pink lips. It was driving him mad, and he couldn't understand why he was feeling this way toward his Japanese partner. It has to be because we are spending all this time together… right? he thought and shook his head, turning his attention back to his sandwich. "That's because Lee is a dick."

WHACK!

Lee didn't hesitate to punch the redhead on the side of his head for the name-calling, glaring at him from the other side of the table. "Watch your mouth," he warned, keeping his eyes on him.

"Fuck! See?" Hwoarang said, rubbing the side of his face where the punch had connected.

Jin and Steve both smiled at Hwoarang, holding back a chuckle. Lee continued to eat now that Hwoarang had learned his lesson, and Hwoarang continued to rub the side of his head.

"Damn, that was one of Steve's punches! Steve, I should hurt you for teaching him that."

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Steve asked with a mischievous grin Hwoarang knew too well.

"Both," Hwoarang said with a heavy sigh, leaning back into his chair, going into deep thought. Maybe I should give Steve a go tonight. That will get my mind off Jin… until tomorrow. Then again, maybe I don't want to get my mind off Jin…. Hwoarang sighed and smiled. "You know, being a man sometimes sucks because we always want sex. Then, when we can't have it, it hurts. I think that's why we started hobbies in the first place. It helps us get our minds off sex and onto what were doing. I think that's why I like to play the guitar."

Hwoarang was rambling and more thinking out loud than talking to the others. All three guys just stared at him, as he continued, "Then again, some people say sex is good for you. Though others say it's just a lot of stress. I have to agree with that--"

"Hwoarang," Lee finally cut the Korean off in mid-sentence.

"Yeah?" Hwoarang said, turning his attention to Lee.

"Shut up," Lee said, not sure if he should hit the redhead again or laugh at him. Hwoarang looked so spaced out at the moment.

Hwoarang blinked and then smiled as he stood to his feet. "Yeah, well, you all are too damn quiet," he said and threw away his trash. "Jin, I'll be waiting," he said and left the room.

"You have to admit, though: he made a valid point," Steve said, watching Hwoarang as he left the kitchen.

Jin chuckled to himself as he finished his own sandwich. In truth, he didn't mind it when Hwoarang was like this. It usually meant he was in a good mood. It was when he was angry or drunk that it was hard to tolerate him. It was when Hwoarang was quiet and calm that Jin liked him the most. That was then when it was easy to talk to the red-headed Korean.

~*~

After lunch was over, Steve and Lee went back to the dojo to train. Jin and Hwoarang were about to do the same when the door bell rang. Hwoarang smiled and patted Jin's shoulder. "I got it. You go ahead," he said and made his way to the front door.

Hwoarang threw the door open right after the door bell rang again. He was going to give the person hell for disturbing him and his training. However, when he stared out of the door, he didn't see anyone. Thenhe looked down to see big brown eyes staring up at him. "Pest," he hissed at the Chinese.

"Hello, Hwoarang. Is Jin around?" she said with a smile, moving to her tiptoes to peer inside.

Hwoarang sighed. "I don't know," he lied, returning the smile.

"I'm right here," Jin said as he came up behind Hwoarang. "Hello, Xiaoyu."

Hwoarang quickly moved away, letting the Chinese move past him to enter the temple. "Oh, there he is," he said with gritted teeth.

"How do you lose someone when you're currently living and training with him?" Xiaoyu asked with a giggle.

"Mmm…. I could be drunk," Hwoarang said with a shrug and leaned slightly against the wall.

Jin slowly closed the door and smiled down at his Chinese friend. "So, what is it that you want, Xiaoyu? "

"Well, Julia and I have the day off this afternoon, and we were wondering if you two would like to join us for some fun."

"What? When there is training to be done?" Hwoarang said, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at the Chinese teen. There is no way I'm going to let this pest get her hands on Jin! I know what she's doing, and it's not happening!

"Oh, Hwoarang. Please? It will be fun! If you're still angry with me from the other day, I'm sorry. I'll buy you a beer to make up for it. Please? Julia really wants to spend some time with all of us and get to know you and Jin better. Please?" the young Chinese begged.

The Blood Talon sighed heavily and stared at Jin and then back at Xiaoyu. He sighed again. "It's up to Jin," he finally said, closing his eyes, and turned his back away from the two.

"Oh! Jin, what do you say? Do you want to go and have some fun today? We have a few ideas! Please," the girl asked, holding onto Jin's arm lightly with her eyes full of begging.

Jin smiled at Xiaoyu and then turned his attention to Hwoarang. He knew Hwoarang was still angry at Xiaoyu for spilling his secret two weeks ago. Yet, he knew Hwoarang could use the afternoon off, and spending some time with the girls might help the redhead relax a bit. He turned his attention back to Xiaoyu and looked into her large brown eyes. How can I refuse a cute face like that? "All right. We'll meet you at the park across from your school in an hour."

"Oh, thank you, Jin! See you then," she said and gave the Japanese a hug before running out the doorand disappearing.

Jin watched Xiaoyu leave before turning to Hwoarang, who still had his back turned to him. He smiled and patted Hwoarang's shoulder lightly. "It will be fun," he said and stepped away from the Korean and headed to his room.

Hwoarang shivered at the slight touch from Jin and watched his backside until Jin disappeared. The anger he had felt moments ago vanished, and he found himself following the other man. "You owe me a beer, too, then. I'll need it for spending a day with that pest."

"Okay," Jin said as he watched Hwoarang make his way up the stairs before disappearing into his room.

~*~

After Jin and Hwoarang got ready for the afternoon's events, they headed to the side of the building to get their bikes. Jin had refused Hwoarang's offer to ride with him, and had gotten his old Harley out from the garage instead. Hwoarang was impressed to see the bike in such a good shape. After they checked both bikes to make sure everything was set, they drove off together into the street.

Once they were on the main road and turning off the highway, Jin was having trouble keeping up with Hwoarang. The redhead didn't hesitate when it came to speeding, and was now two cars ahead of Jin. Jin realized that if he didn't speed things up soon he would be a total of three cars behind Hwoarang. Why is he always running away? Jin thought to himself, frowning at Hwoarang's back. He's scared, the deep voice inside of Jin's head shouted. Of what… of me? Jin shook his head at the thought and thought itbest to pay attention to what he was doing.

Jin watched as Hwoarang made a sharp right turn and he quickly followed. As he was making the turn, however, something red flashed in his eyes, causing him to blink. The flash was gone as soon as it arrived and he realized something was wrong. His front wheel had given out, causing the bike to jerk to the side.

Hwoarang noticed what was going on in his rearview mirror and he turned his head to see Jin's bike skidding to the side. "Kazama!" he screamed, coming to a quick stop and skidding backwards.

Jin didn't know what to do. The park was coming up, but so was a busy street. He tried to stop the bike, but his break cable was damaged also. Panic started to kick in, and he desperately looked around for Hwoarang, noticing the redhead was no longer ahead of him. Not sure what to do and with the busy street getting closer, Jin brought down a foot to try and stop the bike on his own, when he heard Hwoarang's voice call out to him. That was when he noticed Hwoarang was driving up beside him now.

"Kazama!" Hwoarang screamed as he drove next to Jin and grabbed the back of Jin's jacket while steering at the same time. Their bikes clashed together, causing small sparks to fly out. "Turn the damn bike to the right as far as you can go!" he commanded, turning his own bike to the right and leading Jin to do the same.

Without thinking, Jin did what he was told and turned his bike hard to the right. It was at that moment that Hwoarang grabbed a hold of his handlebar, putting more force into the bike. In reaction, Jin brought an arm around Hwoarang's waist as Hwoarang took control of both bikes.

"Hang on!" Hwoarang cried out and, using all his weight, pushed Jin's bike hard toward the ground. If something happens.... NO! Hwoarang closed his eyes and kicked his right foot out. Jin's bike went flying to the ground, taking him and Jin with it. His own bike escaped from his grasp and went to the opposite direction. Without thinking, Hwoarang grabbed a hold of Jin, and the two went tumbling to the ground. They rolled in the grass and landed not far away from one another.

"Fuck!" Hwoarang screamed as he hit the ground. Jin landed on his right. He quickly sat up and held onto his head before turning to see Jin. "Are you all right?" he asked. The worry was clear in his voice.

Jin sat up a little after and turned to Hwoarang. He sighed heavily and nodded. "I believe so. What about you? Are you hurt?" he said, standing to his feet. Hwoarang followed his movements.

Hwoarang shook his head. A part of him wanted to scream and bitch at Jin for nearly getting himself killed, and another part of him wanted to cry. So he did the best thing that came to mind: he kicked Jin. He kicked him hard in the back, sending Jin back to the ground. "Jackass! Didn't you check your damn bike before we left!?"

Jin was sent flying to the ground for the second time that day, a bit confused at Hwoarang's action. He quickly sat up and wanted to argue when he noticed the hint of worry in Hwoarang's eyes. He sighed, but smiled and stood back to his feet and turned to Hwoarang. "Are you all right?" So he was worried about me? he asked himself as he watched the other man.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Hwoarang said, looking away from Jin and walking over to their crashed motorcycles. He picked his bike up slowly to inspect it, but he saw little damage. "That can be fixed easily," he said and leaned the bike on its kickstand. He then took a hold of Jin's bike and stared at the damages. "I can't fix this without some tools. I'm going to have to call Airon, the mechanic in the pack," Hwoarang said, leaning Jin's bike against the nearby tree.

Jin went to say something to Hwoarang, but he couldn't, as he heard someone running in their direction. "Jin! Hwoarang!" came Xiaoyu's voice. Jin turned around to see Julia and Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu grabbed a hold of Jin's waist, hugging him tight. "Jin, are you all right? We saw you two crash and then Hwoarang kicked you in the back. What happened?"

Hwoarang's eyes narrowed in anger as he watched Xiaoyu cling onto Jin, and he quickly looked away. He turned back to Jin's bike, wondering if there was something he could do now to distract himself from Jin. A soft touch to his shoulder caused him to jump. "What?" he snapped, looking over his shoulder to see Julia standing over him.

"Are you all right?" Julia asked, removing her hand form his shoulder.

Hwoarang stood straight again as he stared at Julia and nodded. "Yeah, fine, Kazama, do you have your cell on you?"

"Yes," Jin said, taking a small cell phone out of his pocket and handing it to Hwoarang. Their fingers brushed against each other. The small movement sent chills up their spines.

Hwoarang quickly took the phone and flipped it open. "I'll call Airon and Bea and see if they can come for the bikes," he said and steppedaway from the small group so he could talk.

Jin watched Hwoarang for a moment before turning back to the girls, who had angry looks on their faces. He didn't know what to do but smile.

"Well, you two better start wearing more protection when riding those things. You two could have been seriously hurt!" said Xiaoyu.

Jin nodded and smiled at Xiaoyu for her concern and patted her lightly on the shoulder before turning back to Hwoarang. He couldn't help but smile at the redhead when watching him use his phone. He wasn't sure what it was, but he definitely knew he had more respect for the other man now. There was also another feeling growing inside of him that he couldn't explain.