Here's part two, my lovelies ^_~ Same disclaimers apply.
"Hwoarang VS The Board Of Education" part two
by Shermie
Jin walked toward the mansion with his bookbag slung over his shoulder. He pondered the events eariler that morning and decided that apologizing to Hwoarang would be a good idea. 'I was kinda mean to him...' He thought to himself as he glanced down at the chocolate candy he bought on the way home. '...Hope he likes chocolate.'
The young Japanese boy came into the mansion through the front door and shouted "Tadaima!" To anyone that was home. As usual, he got no response. 'Hwoarang can't be THAT mad at me, can he? First he doesn't pick me up, then he doesn't bother to come see me when I get home...' Deep in thought, Jin climbed the staircase up to his room and dropped his bookbag and chocolate candy in utter shock.
There was Hwoarang... in one of his school uniforms.
"Hwoarang, what are you doing dressed in THAT!?" Jin asked, entering his room and closing the door behind him.
Hwoarang didn't look away from his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, hey Jin-Jin. Didn't hear you come in." He picked at the school's uniform pants. "These things are kinda itchy, how can you be comfortable in them?"
"Try wearing something under them like... oh, I dunno...underwear." Jin replied sarcastically, then he shook his head. "WHY are you dressed in my school clothes?"
Hwoarang turned around to face him. "I'm gonna go to your school starting next week..." He smiled at Jin and turned back to his reflection. "...So what do I do about these sleeves? Should I roll them up like you do or just leave them down?"
"You can't go to my school!" Jin shouted, kicking his bookbag across the bedroom in his frustration.
Hwoarang put his hands on his hips and turned around to face Jin again. "And why not? I think the uniform looks good on me."
Jin was just about at his wit's end. No one frustrated him more than Hwoarang did. Not that he'd have it any other way though. "It's not about the uniform, baka!"
"Are you afraid I'll get too carried away with you while we're in school? Hmm? Is that it, Jin-Jin?" Hwoarang winked at him teasingly.
Jin blushed before replying. "That's not it either!" He sat down in one of the large chairs that occupied the bedroom.
"So what is it then?" Hwoarang asked before quietly adding "Man.. you get upset over everything, don't you?"
"Its going to be weird."
"Weird? How? I don't get it. Are you feeling okay?"
"Well, think about it for a minute, aren't you going to feel alienated in that school?" Jin asked.
Hwoarang shrugged. "If anyone gives me any shit, I'll kick their ass. Goes double for you. No one fucks with my Jin-Jin either, I'll make sure!" He rolled up the sweater's sleeves, showing off his muscled arms as if to emphasize his point.
"That's the problem! You can't go around beating people up and acting like you own the place. You go there to learn, not to dominate 'turf' as you gang people call it." Jin said, running a frustrated hand through his thick hair.
Hwoarang folded his arms. "You don't have any faith in me do you?"
"It's not that... it's just I don't know if you're going to fit in very well."
***
A Month Later...
***
"Hey Hwoarang, what are you doing afterschool?!"
"Hwoarang, make sure you don't forget to call me!"
"Hey girls, look! There goes Hwoarang!"
"He's so cool! He drives a motorcycle!"
"He's sooo cute!"
"Lookit that butt too!"
"Hwoarang! Walk me home OK?"
"What a dream..."
"*sigh* I'm going to marry him someday..."
Jin walked down the hallway with Hwoarang right next to him. He tried his best not to give any of the girls drooling over Hwoarang any dirty looks, but it was HARD!
Hwoarang looked over at the other boy. "Jin-Jin, you ok?"
Jin muttered. "Never better..." With that, he stormed off ahead to his next class.
The red head smirked. 'Looks like he's just a liiiiittle bit jealous...' He thought as he headed into the classroom. No sooner did he sit down, a flock of girls surrounded his desk leaving notes and such for him. 'This school thing isn't a bad idea... I shoulda started coming here a lot sooner.'
The end of the day came and Hwoarang waited for Jin outside the school on his bike. A few minutes went by and the Korean tapped his fingers on the handlebars of the motorcycle to kill time. Then it was half an hour. Jin was never THIS late. Impatient as ever, the red head got off the bike and left his bag with it, then walked back into the school.
"Hwoarang! Hey Hwoarang!" Yelled a young girl about 15. Hwoarang recognized her from the last Tekken tournament and waved to her. She ran over and latched herself onto his muscular arm. "Hey! What are you still doing here?"
He shrugged. "I was waiting for someone outside and they're kinda late. I just came in here to look for him."
"Really? Who? Is it Kazama?" Xiaoyu asked. "I've seen you guys together a lot. Good friends now, huh?"
"Yeah you could say that." He smiled. "You seen him around?"
"Uh-uh." She replied. "I'll help you look for him though!" With that statement, she let go of Hwoarang's arm and ran down the hallway, peeking into the classroom doors in search of Jin's recognizable hairstyle.
Hwoarang walked along the hallways as well, going in the opposite direction of Xiaoyu. He'd glance through the classroom door windows, hoping to spot the Japanese, but still, he couldn't find him. 'Hope he ain't pissed at me or nothin'.' He thought as he rounded a corner and nearly tripped over something on the floor. "Jesus, watch where you-- Jin?!"
Looking down, Hwoarang saw Jin lying on the floor looking pretty beat up. Kneeling down, he sat Jin up carefully and let the boy rest his back against his chest. "Jin... you ok? What the hell happened?"
Jin turned his head slightly, trying to look at Hwoarang. "Buncha guys came at me. I wasn't paying attention." He coughed a little bit and tried to stand himself up.
"Idiot, don't try moving so much yet." He held Jin still, pulling his arms around the other boy. "Tell me what went on." Hwoarang couldn't decide if he was pissed off right now that someone attacked Jin, or if he was worried about the other boy's condition. He decided he was a mix of both at the moment.
"Well... I was getting my stuff out of my locker and I was on my way to meet you like we have been everyday when these guys started following me. I didn't really pay any attention to it, I figured they were just students. Then they came at me... there had to have been at least 8 of them. And they were reaaaaaaally pissed off."
Hwoarang rested his forehead on Jin's shoulder and pulled the Japanese boy even closer. "Just you wait 'til I find out who did this to you."
Jin smiled. "It's okay, really. It's probably just a couple of guys-"
"EIGHT guys." Hwoarang corrected him.
"Okay EIGHT guys that were probably pissed at me for some reason or another. It's most likely over someting stupid. Don't worry about it. Let's just go home, okay?"
"Are you sure?" Hwoarang asked.
Jin nodded. "I'm sure. Let's just forget it."
"Alright. Only because you asked me to." He stood up, then helped Jin to his feet. "Lemme get your books too, I don't want you carrying anything." Hwoarang bent over and grabbed Jin's bookbag. "C'mon Jin-Jin."
Jin nodded and walked alongside the other boy out to the motorcycle. Once the two bags were secured on the bike, Hwoarang got on, then helped Jin onto the bike.
"Hwoarang?"
"Hm?"
"I um... don't think I'm gonna be able to...well..." Jin blushed. He hated mentioning sex.
Hwoarang smirked. "It's okay. I figured you wouldn't want to anyway. We have a test tomorrow to study for. I wasn't about to go distracting you with my sexyness."
"You always try to embarass me..." Jin said quietly.
"It works, don't it?" Hwoarang asked as he started the bike.
Jin replied by squeezing him around the waist, keeping silent the rest of the ride home.
end part 2
Ooooh just where is this fic going anyway? No lemon yet, sorry! =^_^=;;
~Shermie~
"Hwoarang VS The Board Of Education" part two
by Shermie
Jin walked toward the mansion with his bookbag slung over his shoulder. He pondered the events eariler that morning and decided that apologizing to Hwoarang would be a good idea. 'I was kinda mean to him...' He thought to himself as he glanced down at the chocolate candy he bought on the way home. '...Hope he likes chocolate.'
The young Japanese boy came into the mansion through the front door and shouted "Tadaima!" To anyone that was home. As usual, he got no response. 'Hwoarang can't be THAT mad at me, can he? First he doesn't pick me up, then he doesn't bother to come see me when I get home...' Deep in thought, Jin climbed the staircase up to his room and dropped his bookbag and chocolate candy in utter shock.
There was Hwoarang... in one of his school uniforms.
"Hwoarang, what are you doing dressed in THAT!?" Jin asked, entering his room and closing the door behind him.
Hwoarang didn't look away from his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, hey Jin-Jin. Didn't hear you come in." He picked at the school's uniform pants. "These things are kinda itchy, how can you be comfortable in them?"
"Try wearing something under them like... oh, I dunno...underwear." Jin replied sarcastically, then he shook his head. "WHY are you dressed in my school clothes?"
Hwoarang turned around to face him. "I'm gonna go to your school starting next week..." He smiled at Jin and turned back to his reflection. "...So what do I do about these sleeves? Should I roll them up like you do or just leave them down?"
"You can't go to my school!" Jin shouted, kicking his bookbag across the bedroom in his frustration.
Hwoarang put his hands on his hips and turned around to face Jin again. "And why not? I think the uniform looks good on me."
Jin was just about at his wit's end. No one frustrated him more than Hwoarang did. Not that he'd have it any other way though. "It's not about the uniform, baka!"
"Are you afraid I'll get too carried away with you while we're in school? Hmm? Is that it, Jin-Jin?" Hwoarang winked at him teasingly.
Jin blushed before replying. "That's not it either!" He sat down in one of the large chairs that occupied the bedroom.
"So what is it then?" Hwoarang asked before quietly adding "Man.. you get upset over everything, don't you?"
"Its going to be weird."
"Weird? How? I don't get it. Are you feeling okay?"
"Well, think about it for a minute, aren't you going to feel alienated in that school?" Jin asked.
Hwoarang shrugged. "If anyone gives me any shit, I'll kick their ass. Goes double for you. No one fucks with my Jin-Jin either, I'll make sure!" He rolled up the sweater's sleeves, showing off his muscled arms as if to emphasize his point.
"That's the problem! You can't go around beating people up and acting like you own the place. You go there to learn, not to dominate 'turf' as you gang people call it." Jin said, running a frustrated hand through his thick hair.
Hwoarang folded his arms. "You don't have any faith in me do you?"
"It's not that... it's just I don't know if you're going to fit in very well."
***
A Month Later...
***
"Hey Hwoarang, what are you doing afterschool?!"
"Hwoarang, make sure you don't forget to call me!"
"Hey girls, look! There goes Hwoarang!"
"He's so cool! He drives a motorcycle!"
"He's sooo cute!"
"Lookit that butt too!"
"Hwoarang! Walk me home OK?"
"What a dream..."
"*sigh* I'm going to marry him someday..."
Jin walked down the hallway with Hwoarang right next to him. He tried his best not to give any of the girls drooling over Hwoarang any dirty looks, but it was HARD!
Hwoarang looked over at the other boy. "Jin-Jin, you ok?"
Jin muttered. "Never better..." With that, he stormed off ahead to his next class.
The red head smirked. 'Looks like he's just a liiiiittle bit jealous...' He thought as he headed into the classroom. No sooner did he sit down, a flock of girls surrounded his desk leaving notes and such for him. 'This school thing isn't a bad idea... I shoulda started coming here a lot sooner.'
The end of the day came and Hwoarang waited for Jin outside the school on his bike. A few minutes went by and the Korean tapped his fingers on the handlebars of the motorcycle to kill time. Then it was half an hour. Jin was never THIS late. Impatient as ever, the red head got off the bike and left his bag with it, then walked back into the school.
"Hwoarang! Hey Hwoarang!" Yelled a young girl about 15. Hwoarang recognized her from the last Tekken tournament and waved to her. She ran over and latched herself onto his muscular arm. "Hey! What are you still doing here?"
He shrugged. "I was waiting for someone outside and they're kinda late. I just came in here to look for him."
"Really? Who? Is it Kazama?" Xiaoyu asked. "I've seen you guys together a lot. Good friends now, huh?"
"Yeah you could say that." He smiled. "You seen him around?"
"Uh-uh." She replied. "I'll help you look for him though!" With that statement, she let go of Hwoarang's arm and ran down the hallway, peeking into the classroom doors in search of Jin's recognizable hairstyle.
Hwoarang walked along the hallways as well, going in the opposite direction of Xiaoyu. He'd glance through the classroom door windows, hoping to spot the Japanese, but still, he couldn't find him. 'Hope he ain't pissed at me or nothin'.' He thought as he rounded a corner and nearly tripped over something on the floor. "Jesus, watch where you-- Jin?!"
Looking down, Hwoarang saw Jin lying on the floor looking pretty beat up. Kneeling down, he sat Jin up carefully and let the boy rest his back against his chest. "Jin... you ok? What the hell happened?"
Jin turned his head slightly, trying to look at Hwoarang. "Buncha guys came at me. I wasn't paying attention." He coughed a little bit and tried to stand himself up.
"Idiot, don't try moving so much yet." He held Jin still, pulling his arms around the other boy. "Tell me what went on." Hwoarang couldn't decide if he was pissed off right now that someone attacked Jin, or if he was worried about the other boy's condition. He decided he was a mix of both at the moment.
"Well... I was getting my stuff out of my locker and I was on my way to meet you like we have been everyday when these guys started following me. I didn't really pay any attention to it, I figured they were just students. Then they came at me... there had to have been at least 8 of them. And they were reaaaaaaally pissed off."
Hwoarang rested his forehead on Jin's shoulder and pulled the Japanese boy even closer. "Just you wait 'til I find out who did this to you."
Jin smiled. "It's okay, really. It's probably just a couple of guys-"
"EIGHT guys." Hwoarang corrected him.
"Okay EIGHT guys that were probably pissed at me for some reason or another. It's most likely over someting stupid. Don't worry about it. Let's just go home, okay?"
"Are you sure?" Hwoarang asked.
Jin nodded. "I'm sure. Let's just forget it."
"Alright. Only because you asked me to." He stood up, then helped Jin to his feet. "Lemme get your books too, I don't want you carrying anything." Hwoarang bent over and grabbed Jin's bookbag. "C'mon Jin-Jin."
Jin nodded and walked alongside the other boy out to the motorcycle. Once the two bags were secured on the bike, Hwoarang got on, then helped Jin onto the bike.
"Hwoarang?"
"Hm?"
"I um... don't think I'm gonna be able to...well..." Jin blushed. He hated mentioning sex.
Hwoarang smirked. "It's okay. I figured you wouldn't want to anyway. We have a test tomorrow to study for. I wasn't about to go distracting you with my sexyness."
"You always try to embarass me..." Jin said quietly.
"It works, don't it?" Hwoarang asked as he started the bike.
Jin replied by squeezing him around the waist, keeping silent the rest of the ride home.
end part 2
Ooooh just where is this fic going anyway? No lemon yet, sorry! =^_^=;;
~Shermie~
