In this chapter : Our guys get to Jin's appartement, and Hwoarang starts to face his inner demons...
A/N : Eh.. dah x_x. Not as "violent" as the first chapter, next one should be a bit more mature content in it.
Reminiscence
Chapter 2 : Higher
"Why don't we go somewhere else?"
Means I gotta let go of him? Awwww..... "Like where?"
"How about my appartement?"
"So you WERE picking me up in the bar." Insert my trademark grin here.
"Kinda."
"One for me! Zero for you!" We both laugh.
Been some time since I haven't been this much happy. With Baek's death, Thrid Iron Fist Tournament loss, the gang that broke up... everything had happened too fast for me. For some reason, I know I shouldn't worry anymore. I never realized that I was feeling quite good with Jin until... 5 minutes ago. Alright, alright, maybe a bit more. 15 minutes max. I don't know why, but I really want to cling to him right now. Heh, why not. I wrap my arms around his and lean my head on his shoulder. Result : he almost falls over.
"Don't fall asleep on me" he tells me with a wink. "Otherwise I'll have to carry you until we reach the building, then I'll have to undress you there, get you to bed... oh well... after thinking about it If you REALLY want to sleep right now... can always make it come true."
I swear this guy loves to tease me.
"Nah, I don't think I'll fall asleep now. Unless you want me to".
"Hehehe... come on."
Awww... I have to let go again. But I felt so good.... No, this time I am NOT letting go. He wraps his arm around my waist and I do the same.
At least people aren't looking at us too much. How much on how they think I'm a girl? Though I'm not the kind of guy to deny the fact that he's gay. I got no idea on how come they think it's "out of nature". Think about it. If it would really be out of nature, I wouldn't be alive. And so would be some other people. What doesn't exist in our "nature" doesn't exist... Hold on I'm confusing myself.
Are we going to reach that damned place someday? Feels like we've been walking for hours... wait. We HAVE BEEN walking for hours. "Jin... where the hell are you taking me now?"
"My place, why?"
"It's midnight."
"And your point is?"
"We've been walking for 2 hours."
"And?"
"I'm starting to get tired..."
"Thought you were in shape".
"I am. But at midnight I'm usually in bars or in bed. Notice I'm not in a bar."
"You were."
"Not anymore!" I say as I show him my tongue. "I'm not in bed either."
"So you wanna come in mine?"
Oh the subtilety! "If you insist... can't refuse hehe." Anywhere but alone in my appartement... almost. I'll say no to dumpsters and staircases. "Beside I'm a bit hungry."
"Why don't we stop in a restaurant then?"
"One word : homemade."
"Hwoa, if you think I'm gonna cook at midnight... I can't even cook."
"Heh, I can't cook either."
"Why don't we go back straight to my -"
Can't help but laugh my ass off. Going back straight? Me?? N-E-V-E-R.
"Place, I was going to say".
"Alright.... hehehe."
About half a mile after, we FINALLY get to the right buidling. "What floor, Jin?"
"7th."
"Ah." I LOATHE heights. "Huh...... how about mine?" I ask in a sweet, innocent tone with the smile that goes with it. I think I even fluttered my eyelids. Me and my damn pride... oh shit he looks at me with that weird look. "No?"
"It's another mile or two... we'll call it a day and stay here."
"Seven floors...."
"You scared?"
SHIT! You're busted, Hwoarang. "Never liked those..."
"What about if I hold your hand on the way up?"
"Am not a kid."
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
How many times have I heard that line?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* FLASHBACK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"There we are Hwoarang. You'll even have your own bedroom. You like blue? If not we'll paint it in another color."
Hwoarang looked around his new house. It was quite different from the one he had been before. And his "new" dad was nicer as well. "Blue's a cool color" he said with a smile. "Where is it? And is that your cat? Who did the paintings on the wall? I like carpets, will I be able to have one?"
"Hey hey hold on a second. Your room's on the second floor. That IS my cat. The paintings on the wall..." Baek narrowed in eyes to decypher the writing... in vain. "The guy doesn't have much of a good handwriting, can't tell. And yes, if you want a carpet, I'll buy you one."
"A fuzzy one".
"Alright.
"Very fuzzy. I like fuzzy carpets." The red-headed kid grinned widely. "Fuzzy!"
The man chuckled. Hwoarang was going to like the place, and he would be able to have a "normal" childhood. So far three, other foster families took Hwoarang in, only for a few months. The child was said to be usually quiet and calm, not talking much and very sensitive. At 7 he was a taller then the other kids – because of his American lineage – and with the long, red hair, everyone knew he was part American. Baek had found the kid interesting at first sight, despite his somewhat violent and reckless behaviour he had been warned about.
"And hop! Into the elevator."
Hwoarang shook his head and backed off the sliding doors. "You kidding me?"
"Why would I?"
"I'm taking the stairway."
"You're the one kidding me. It's SEVEN stories, not seven meters..."
"You sure?"
Jin rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna be right here...."
"..... alright."
The kid gasped at his room. It was even bigger than all the other ones he had slept in before. His first peek was the closet – no monsters. And no skeleton. Only a few boxes and clothes. He took a look at the window to check out the view, which was very nice. He could see the cloudless sky from it.
Maybe, maybe he'd like this place after all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* END OF FLASHBACK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We there yet?"
"Yes we are."
"THANK GOD!" I get out of the elevator, follow Jin to his appartement and let myself fall down the first wall I can see. "Don't take me in those again."
"Well, we'll have to get out of here someday..."
Hey, can I bang my head on your wall? And why the hell is he chuckling like that? "You laughing at me or what?"
"I'm not. I'm just wondering how can a guy like you be scared of heights."
"Guy like me...?"
"You were in street gangs, you probably came close to death a few times... you fought Toshin by yourself, and you're not scared of words that's for sure..."
God, why is he stuck on that? Everybody has his or her own fears... "To be frank, I have no idea. Happy?"
"Must've been caused by something."
Just shut up. I hate it that's all, what does he want me to tell him? I don't remember any weird things happening on heights, I'm not used to those, never will... unless...
"The hiker."
~To be continued...~
A/N 2 : Next chapter, we'll see what the "hiker" has to do with Hwoarang's fear of heights.
A/N : Eh.. dah x_x. Not as "violent" as the first chapter, next one should be a bit more mature content in it.
Chapter 2 : Higher
"Why don't we go somewhere else?"
Means I gotta let go of him? Awwww..... "Like where?"
"How about my appartement?"
"So you WERE picking me up in the bar." Insert my trademark grin here.
"Kinda."
"One for me! Zero for you!" We both laugh.
Been some time since I haven't been this much happy. With Baek's death, Thrid Iron Fist Tournament loss, the gang that broke up... everything had happened too fast for me. For some reason, I know I shouldn't worry anymore. I never realized that I was feeling quite good with Jin until... 5 minutes ago. Alright, alright, maybe a bit more. 15 minutes max. I don't know why, but I really want to cling to him right now. Heh, why not. I wrap my arms around his and lean my head on his shoulder. Result : he almost falls over.
"Don't fall asleep on me" he tells me with a wink. "Otherwise I'll have to carry you until we reach the building, then I'll have to undress you there, get you to bed... oh well... after thinking about it If you REALLY want to sleep right now... can always make it come true."
I swear this guy loves to tease me.
"Nah, I don't think I'll fall asleep now. Unless you want me to".
"Hehehe... come on."
Awww... I have to let go again. But I felt so good.... No, this time I am NOT letting go. He wraps his arm around my waist and I do the same.
At least people aren't looking at us too much. How much on how they think I'm a girl? Though I'm not the kind of guy to deny the fact that he's gay. I got no idea on how come they think it's "out of nature". Think about it. If it would really be out of nature, I wouldn't be alive. And so would be some other people. What doesn't exist in our "nature" doesn't exist... Hold on I'm confusing myself.
Are we going to reach that damned place someday? Feels like we've been walking for hours... wait. We HAVE BEEN walking for hours. "Jin... where the hell are you taking me now?"
"My place, why?"
"It's midnight."
"And your point is?"
"We've been walking for 2 hours."
"And?"
"I'm starting to get tired..."
"Thought you were in shape".
"I am. But at midnight I'm usually in bars or in bed. Notice I'm not in a bar."
"You were."
"Not anymore!" I say as I show him my tongue. "I'm not in bed either."
"So you wanna come in mine?"
Oh the subtilety! "If you insist... can't refuse hehe." Anywhere but alone in my appartement... almost. I'll say no to dumpsters and staircases. "Beside I'm a bit hungry."
"Why don't we stop in a restaurant then?"
"One word : homemade."
"Hwoa, if you think I'm gonna cook at midnight... I can't even cook."
"Heh, I can't cook either."
"Why don't we go back straight to my -"
Can't help but laugh my ass off. Going back straight? Me?? N-E-V-E-R.
"Place, I was going to say".
"Alright.... hehehe."
About half a mile after, we FINALLY get to the right buidling. "What floor, Jin?"
"7th."
"Ah." I LOATHE heights. "Huh...... how about mine?" I ask in a sweet, innocent tone with the smile that goes with it. I think I even fluttered my eyelids. Me and my damn pride... oh shit he looks at me with that weird look. "No?"
"It's another mile or two... we'll call it a day and stay here."
"Seven floors...."
"You scared?"
SHIT! You're busted, Hwoarang. "Never liked those..."
"What about if I hold your hand on the way up?"
"Am not a kid."
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
How many times have I heard that line?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* FLASHBACK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"There we are Hwoarang. You'll even have your own bedroom. You like blue? If not we'll paint it in another color."
Hwoarang looked around his new house. It was quite different from the one he had been before. And his "new" dad was nicer as well. "Blue's a cool color" he said with a smile. "Where is it? And is that your cat? Who did the paintings on the wall? I like carpets, will I be able to have one?"
"Hey hey hold on a second. Your room's on the second floor. That IS my cat. The paintings on the wall..." Baek narrowed in eyes to decypher the writing... in vain. "The guy doesn't have much of a good handwriting, can't tell. And yes, if you want a carpet, I'll buy you one."
"A fuzzy one".
"Alright.
"Very fuzzy. I like fuzzy carpets." The red-headed kid grinned widely. "Fuzzy!"
The man chuckled. Hwoarang was going to like the place, and he would be able to have a "normal" childhood. So far three, other foster families took Hwoarang in, only for a few months. The child was said to be usually quiet and calm, not talking much and very sensitive. At 7 he was a taller then the other kids – because of his American lineage – and with the long, red hair, everyone knew he was part American. Baek had found the kid interesting at first sight, despite his somewhat violent and reckless behaviour he had been warned about.
"And hop! Into the elevator."
Hwoarang shook his head and backed off the sliding doors. "You kidding me?"
"Why would I?"
"I'm taking the stairway."
"You're the one kidding me. It's SEVEN stories, not seven meters..."
"You sure?"
Jin rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna be right here...."
"..... alright."
The kid gasped at his room. It was even bigger than all the other ones he had slept in before. His first peek was the closet – no monsters. And no skeleton. Only a few boxes and clothes. He took a look at the window to check out the view, which was very nice. He could see the cloudless sky from it.
Maybe, maybe he'd like this place after all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* END OF FLASHBACK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We there yet?"
"Yes we are."
"THANK GOD!" I get out of the elevator, follow Jin to his appartement and let myself fall down the first wall I can see. "Don't take me in those again."
"Well, we'll have to get out of here someday..."
Hey, can I bang my head on your wall? And why the hell is he chuckling like that? "You laughing at me or what?"
"I'm not. I'm just wondering how can a guy like you be scared of heights."
"Guy like me...?"
"You were in street gangs, you probably came close to death a few times... you fought Toshin by yourself, and you're not scared of words that's for sure..."
God, why is he stuck on that? Everybody has his or her own fears... "To be frank, I have no idea. Happy?"
"Must've been caused by something."
Just shut up. I hate it that's all, what does he want me to tell him? I don't remember any weird things happening on heights, I'm not used to those, never will... unless...
"The hiker."
~To be continued...~
A/N 2 : Next chapter, we'll see what the "hiker" has to do with Hwoarang's fear of heights.