Ahh! Part 3, keep those reviews coming. I like hearing what people think of my fics(even if it is negative =^_^=;;). Again: I do not own any aspect of Tekken. That's Namco's job.
Hwoarang VS The Board Of Education
by Shermie
Jin was at the threshold of his sanity. If Hwoarang kept babying him like this, he was going to snap his neck. He tried not to scowl when the afformentioned Korean walked into the room with his dinner. "What did you make, Hwoarang?" Jin asked, trying to keep a reign on his control.
Hwoarang set the tray down. "It's just instant ramen... you know I can't cook to save my life. But I'm taking care of you while you're out of commission!"
"...out of commission? I'm bruised up, not paralyzed." Jin said flatly. He balled the sheets into his fists in a white knuckle grip.
Hwoarang noticed this, of course, and looked plaintively at the boy infront of him. "Are you upset, Jin-Jin?"
"Yes damn you!" Jin said, feeling very annoyed. He knew Hwoarang was only trying to help, but still... Jin Kazama wasn't one to just sit there and be pampered... no matter how rich he was.
Quite used to Jin's little mood swings, Hwoarang shrugged the Japanese boy's outburst off as him being overly-dramatic. He took a sip of his soda and patted Jin's legs. "You really need to loosen up. Something's eating away at you."
Jin's eye twitched. "Loosen up? How can I loosen up if you're looming over me like a damned storm cloud? I can take care of myself!" To emphasize his point, Jin sat straight up and walked over to the bedroom door. Grabbing it violently, he turned it and swung the door open. "And I'm going to make my OWN damn dinner!"
Hwoarang sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Wonder how long it's gonna take before he realizes he's naked..."
No sooner did the red head say that did Jin run back into the room blushing seven shades of red. Hwoarang could only smirk. "Forget something on your way out, Jin-Jin?"
"Ha ha. You're so funny..." Jin replied sarcastically, walking over to his closet to get some clothes.
"You're so mean to me." Hwoarang drank the rest of his soda, then tipped the bottle upside down over his mouth to make sure he got it all. Disappointed that all his soda was gone, the Korean pouted.
Jin rummaged through his closet, tossing clothes all over the room before he decided clothes weren't worth it. He got back into the bed and slid between the cool sheets. "I don't mean to be..." He started. "You just dote on me too much. I'm not a quadropalegic, you know."
Hwoarang smiled sincerely. "If you were quadropalegic, you'd still be my Jin-Jin."
"...do you even know what a quadropalegic is?" Jin asked.
"Sure! Well...quadro.. that means four... and palegic........" He thought about it for a second, then he grinned ferally. "You'd be lots of fun if you had FOUR."
"That's most certainly NOT what that means! Is your mind always in the gutter!?" Jin grabbed a pillow and whacked Hwoarang with it.
The red head retaliated by grabbing it away and tossing it over his shoulder. "Jin-Jin..." he said quietly, getting up and walking over to the bed.
"What is it?"
Hwoarang sat down at the edge of the bed and played with a lock of his hair. "Just how badly hurt are you?"
"Not too badly, I'm just a little bruised up." Jin was feeling a bit suspicious. Hwoarang was acting kinda funny.
The Korean smiled and crawled over to where Jin was sitting. "Good." Hwoarang said. He pushed himself over closer and leaned himself lazily onto Jin's arm. "Because I was thinking..."
Jin gulped. 'So this is why he's acting funny...' he thought. 'He wants THAT.' The Japanese looked down slightly at the red head and smiled. "What were you thinking?" He asked, moving Hwoarang away from his body for a second to free his arm. He then pulled the other boy's face to his.
"I was thinking that we..." Hwoarang started.
Jin felt his breaths right on his lips. "Go on..." He encouraged.
"That you and I..." Hwoarang raised a hand to stroke Jin's bangs from his face. "That we could..."
Jin nodded. 'Almost there... almost there... damn it stop teasing me already and kiss me before I kill you!' Jin thought.
"That we could.......study for that test now." Hwoarang finished his sentence by rubbing his nose with Jin's.
"Study?" Jin asked. 'Should have known... damn stupid luck of mine. I never get to initiate things...' He looked very disappointed.
"...Jin-Jin? You OK?"
"No."
"Huh?" Hwoarang asked.
"We're not studying." Jin said simply and shut the lamp beside the bed off.
Once the lights were off, Hwoarang smirked. 'I knew that would work. DAMN I'm good.' He thought.
***
I know this part is short. So sue me.
~Shermie
Hwoarang VS The Board Of Education
by Shermie
Jin was at the threshold of his sanity. If Hwoarang kept babying him like this, he was going to snap his neck. He tried not to scowl when the afformentioned Korean walked into the room with his dinner. "What did you make, Hwoarang?" Jin asked, trying to keep a reign on his control.
Hwoarang set the tray down. "It's just instant ramen... you know I can't cook to save my life. But I'm taking care of you while you're out of commission!"
"...out of commission? I'm bruised up, not paralyzed." Jin said flatly. He balled the sheets into his fists in a white knuckle grip.
Hwoarang noticed this, of course, and looked plaintively at the boy infront of him. "Are you upset, Jin-Jin?"
"Yes damn you!" Jin said, feeling very annoyed. He knew Hwoarang was only trying to help, but still... Jin Kazama wasn't one to just sit there and be pampered... no matter how rich he was.
Quite used to Jin's little mood swings, Hwoarang shrugged the Japanese boy's outburst off as him being overly-dramatic. He took a sip of his soda and patted Jin's legs. "You really need to loosen up. Something's eating away at you."
Jin's eye twitched. "Loosen up? How can I loosen up if you're looming over me like a damned storm cloud? I can take care of myself!" To emphasize his point, Jin sat straight up and walked over to the bedroom door. Grabbing it violently, he turned it and swung the door open. "And I'm going to make my OWN damn dinner!"
Hwoarang sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Wonder how long it's gonna take before he realizes he's naked..."
No sooner did the red head say that did Jin run back into the room blushing seven shades of red. Hwoarang could only smirk. "Forget something on your way out, Jin-Jin?"
"Ha ha. You're so funny..." Jin replied sarcastically, walking over to his closet to get some clothes.
"You're so mean to me." Hwoarang drank the rest of his soda, then tipped the bottle upside down over his mouth to make sure he got it all. Disappointed that all his soda was gone, the Korean pouted.
Jin rummaged through his closet, tossing clothes all over the room before he decided clothes weren't worth it. He got back into the bed and slid between the cool sheets. "I don't mean to be..." He started. "You just dote on me too much. I'm not a quadropalegic, you know."
Hwoarang smiled sincerely. "If you were quadropalegic, you'd still be my Jin-Jin."
"...do you even know what a quadropalegic is?" Jin asked.
"Sure! Well...quadro.. that means four... and palegic........" He thought about it for a second, then he grinned ferally. "You'd be lots of fun if you had FOUR."
"That's most certainly NOT what that means! Is your mind always in the gutter!?" Jin grabbed a pillow and whacked Hwoarang with it.
The red head retaliated by grabbing it away and tossing it over his shoulder. "Jin-Jin..." he said quietly, getting up and walking over to the bed.
"What is it?"
Hwoarang sat down at the edge of the bed and played with a lock of his hair. "Just how badly hurt are you?"
"Not too badly, I'm just a little bruised up." Jin was feeling a bit suspicious. Hwoarang was acting kinda funny.
The Korean smiled and crawled over to where Jin was sitting. "Good." Hwoarang said. He pushed himself over closer and leaned himself lazily onto Jin's arm. "Because I was thinking..."
Jin gulped. 'So this is why he's acting funny...' he thought. 'He wants THAT.' The Japanese looked down slightly at the red head and smiled. "What were you thinking?" He asked, moving Hwoarang away from his body for a second to free his arm. He then pulled the other boy's face to his.
"I was thinking that we..." Hwoarang started.
Jin felt his breaths right on his lips. "Go on..." He encouraged.
"That you and I..." Hwoarang raised a hand to stroke Jin's bangs from his face. "That we could..."
Jin nodded. 'Almost there... almost there... damn it stop teasing me already and kiss me before I kill you!' Jin thought.
"That we could.......study for that test now." Hwoarang finished his sentence by rubbing his nose with Jin's.
"Study?" Jin asked. 'Should have known... damn stupid luck of mine. I never get to initiate things...' He looked very disappointed.
"...Jin-Jin? You OK?"
"No."
"Huh?" Hwoarang asked.
"We're not studying." Jin said simply and shut the lamp beside the bed off.
Once the lights were off, Hwoarang smirked. 'I knew that would work. DAMN I'm good.' He thought.
***
I know this part is short. So sue me.
~Shermie
