Chapter 5:
Back To Me
I really don't remember when it happened. But it all passed, these past few weeks, as if it were a dream.
Since..... Since he told me, he loved me. It was very strange and well, sort of unexpected and embarrassing,
even though there weren't any people around to hear him but that's Hwoarang for you. To tell you the truth,
he's ... my everything. I don't ever want this to end, but we haven't hit one 'bump' yet. And that's worrying me
that something will happen, this 'bump' will happen and everything will shatter. My heart aches every time I
think of it.
Jin looked up from his computer journal over to Hwoarang, whom was fast asleep on the medium blue comforter, his long, red hair flared out in thousands of strands.
He's so handsome. Beautiful really. I love him so much. I'm really lucky that I could have fallen for
someone who fell for me too. But no matter how beautiful and angelic like his is, or how much I love
him for who he is rather than where he comes from, he came back to me. And that's the most important
thing to me.
Jin ended the program after saving it off and looked up at the grumbling Korean. Hwoarang sat up and looked around the room. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, his muscles began to flex and twist beneath the t-shirt, making Jin blush and turn away. Hwoarang noticed this and pounced on Jin's lap, making him shift a little more onto the bed from his perch at the corner.
"Hi." Hwoarang's almond eyes glimmered at Jin's. Never in Jin's life could he have known that one small word could turn him on faster than just looking at his beloved Hwoa. Jin blushed. "What's wrong?" Hwoarang cocked his head to the side, making his hair sway and torturing Jin. The redhead grinned and kissed Jin's jaw line softly at first then moving down onto the Japanese's neck. Jin bit his lip to keep himself from doing anything at all. Hwoarang licked the honey-crested skin and then playfully tugged on Jin's ear with his teeth. "Is it too much?"
"Ah..." Jin bit his lip harder, almost making it bleed. The other boy grinned and whispered seductively into Jin's ear,
"If that's too much then... I wonder what would happen if I did..." Hwoarang grasped Jin's legs and began to rub on the inside of them. "... This." Jin hissed and busted his lip from biting it. Immediately, Hwoarang licked the blood and began to suck on his lower lip. Jin still refused to take control, not wanting to hurt the still bruised Korean. Hwoarang's hands finally found their way to Jin's prize and started to move about in their own way, using his silk black pants. Jin hissed louder but didn't make a move. He began to give in to Hwoarang. But Hwoarang sighed heavily and pulled back, obliviously not sensing Jin's near breakdown. He removed his hands from touching Jin and sat back on the bed. He stared at the sweating Jin, letting a small frown of disappointment grace his face. Jin opened his eyes and for a moment stared blankly at the Korean.
"Why... " Jin could hardly form words, for his love and passion for Hwoarang was caught up in his throat. "... Did you.... stop?"
"You didn't want me." Hwoarang stated, his frown growing deeper. Jin crawled to Hwoarang on his hands and knees across the bed,
"That's not true! It's just...." He stopped and stared at the blankets.
"Just what?" Hwoarang's voice was becoming cold.
"I didn't want to hurt you! You're not fully healed!" Jin looked up into Hwoarang's bright brown eyes begging him to accept the truth. The Korean glared for a moment before grinning.
"You can't hurt me, Jin." The red-head's seductive voice began to come back, "So, show me what you got, pretty boy." Hwoarang's finger lightly traced Jin's jaw line. Jin grinned back,
"Oh, I will. But later, for your own sake." He kissed him lightly, one of his most famous soft, angel kisses, known to Hwoarang. The ones that drove him mad. Then left the room and Hwoarang sitting on the bed, planning his next attempt to have all of Jin.
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"Papa! Papa! Look! Look what I made!!"
"Hey Dad! How's it goin'?"
"What do you think about me in the army Papa?"
"The army's for wimps ain't it Dad?"
"Papa? Will I ever have an angel?"
"Angels are fools. Hmph. Working for the light of justice my ass."
"I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Papa! I will! 'Cause I'll try hard! Just like you always said!"
"Hmph. Can you believe it? Old Man Baek thinks I wanna be like him. Heh, right, whatdaya think guys?"
"I don't wanna ever kill Papa. Not if it will hurt someone."
"Die bitch!" The gun sounded its last ten bullets. The blood soaked the grass, staining the earth in a way in which man cannot understand. The fury of the game, turning black to white, and white to black. Struggle NOW!
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Hwoarang awoke screaming, his chest heaved and cold sweat ran down this body, making him shiver and shake in the warm mid-summer evening air pouring through the window. Hwoarang's eyes grew wide.
'Satisfied?'