Chapter 4:

A First for Everything

'Dumb ass... Great going, Hwoa. Couldn't you have said something like 'I love you too?' Dammit. That's not my style... damn the fucking piece of shit all to fucking hell...' Hwoarang cursed exclusively as he slipped carefully from the hospital bed and tightened his sweatpants before walking as fast as possible out of the room. 'Where the hell did he go?? Think Hwoa, Think.... Where would you go if you were him...? Bathroom?' Hwoarang snuck down the hallway and past the annoying nurse that kept nagging him about staying in bed. 'Jin... Where ARE you? Aaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhhh.' Hwoarang mentally screamed as he checked the bathrooms, the cafeteria and even in the janitor's closet. The redheaded left the hospital and out into the back streets, bare-chested, bare foot, and wounded. He scrambled through the glass and out into the alley streets of Kuksayi Blvd. 'Jin.... Jin! Come out! Dammit. Fucking Mishima blood, always hidin' in the friggin' dark' Hwoarang rambled to himself. Hwoarang stopped. His ear pricked up like a bird listening. He slowly moved a board from the blocked door and crawled through the opening into the dark, damp, abandoned house. The pale moonlight sprang from the cracks and holes in the window boards and walls. 'Jin?' He heard a tear hit the floor; Hwoarang's heart skipped a beat and felt as if it had been stabbed. He nearly choked on his own voice and hated the way it sounded so weak when he called Jin's name,

"Jin?" A small sharp intake of breath was heard and big, brown, tearful eyes looked up at Hwoarang from a corner, but the tears were quickly wiped away and the tall figure stood up and stumbled to Hwoarang.

"Hwoa! You idiot! You should be resting." Jin's voice tried to form a firm and serious tone but it wavered. He grasped Hwoarang on the shoulders, "You're not well enough. You need to go back to the hospital, now!" Hwoarang shook his head.

"You're a trip."

"And you've been hanging out with a lot of Americans lately haven't you?"

"Tourists," Hwoarang grinned. Jin shook his head and chuckled,

"Haven't changed."

"Why would I?" Hwoarang had realized moments after what he had actually said and tried to make up for it without Jin noticing or taking it in, "Uh, Heh. What I mean is... Well, you know... I mean.. I haven't had a girlfriend in a while-" 'Dammit you fucking moron!' Hwoarang mentally kicked himself; Jin seemed completely lost, "Look. Close your damn eyes." Jin blinked,

"Uh.. um... ok.." Jin closed his eyes and stuck his hands in his pockets. 'Deep breaths.... Deep breaths, Hwoa... All right now just do it. Just go and do it. Couldn't be that hard. Just DO IT!' Hwoarang took a step to get closer to Jin but ended up tripping on his own feet and falling into Jin, hitting the wall, and falling onto Jin's lips. Not the most graceful fall but it did the job. A sweet, smooth, sugary taste flowed from Jin's lips to Hwoarang's. A sweet tingle fell down Hwoarang back and he pushed up against Jin, pinning him to the wall. His hands fell to Jin's hips and he kissed deeper. Jin said something but it was muffled by Hwoarang's lips and the longing for more of the Japanese's soft lips. Hwoarang broke it and pushed himself back falling onto the cement floor, his chest heaving rapidly. Jin stood in shock, his deep brown eyes searching for an explanation.

"H-Hwoa...?" His voice was quiet. Hwoarang breathed deeper, trying to pull his heart rate down. 'THINK BRILLIANT!! THINK! THINK! THINK!' Hwoarang gave a nervous laugh,

"Heh.. I uh.. Didn't wanna eat you or anything.." Hwoarang's gaze fell to the concrete. Jin swallowed.

"Get up," Jin's voice was quiet. Hwoarang stumbled to his feet but as soon as he was up, he was being pulled tightly up against Jin, their lips meeting again, this time, both in cooperation. Hwoarang broke the kiss after three minutes.

"I-I.." Jin pushed a finger to Hwoarang's lips lightly.

"You don't have to say it." He whispered. Hwoarang swallowed,

"I have to. I-I... I..." Hwoarang choked and coughed. Was it really that hard? He knew Jin loved him. But was it really that hard to say he loved him to? 'No. He isn't another bitch or hoe or prostitute. He is Jin. I ... love.. Him. Hwoarang was surprised at how easy it came from the mind and how easy it was to admit. Jin whispered into Hwoarang's ear,

"You don't have to say it loud, if you say it at all." Hwoarang threw his pride into the dust and gained a new type of pride,

"Ai shiteru, Kazama Jin." He said in a clear voice, in the best Japanese he could summon. Jin froze. As if that in itself wasn't enough Hwoarang threw his arms protectively around Jin, "I love you, Jin and I'll never let you go! No mater WHO gets in my god-dammed way! I don't care. Not anymore. I'll never let you go. A fucking atomic bomb couldn't separate this. Not even Korea's best assassins."