In this chapter : An old broken wrist gives Hwoarang the chance to pull more fake drama…
A/N : ARGH! The slowness of which I write this fic is killing me. But everything will change as of the next chapter, and then I'll get into the heavy stuff. Part of the heavy stuff actually. So until the end of the fic, brace yourself, it won't be all fluffy as it used to be. I'm not telling anything now, but don't worry. You won't be deceived n.n.
By the way… welcome back Chlover! n.n (very happy!)
Reminiscence
Chapter 24 : Quiet night
It's weird that when you want – or need – to do something, it never works. I want sleep. I NEED it. Yet I can't even close my eyes. Usually I have a hard time keeping them open but right now… nope. So here I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for Jin to come and join me. Or maybe I should head back in the living room.
Second option suddenly seems appealing.
"Thought you were extremely tired?"
"I am, but can't sleep at all."
"You've been gone for ten minutes."
"Still can't sleep. Watcha watchin'?" I say as I sit on the couch beside him, wrapped up in my blanket, trying to get his right arm over my shoulders. I love to snuggle against him like that.
"Nothing… I mean, there's always nothing on TV. Tonight's not new. So yeah… random talk show right now."
"They suck." Got to grab that remote. "Where did you put the remote?"
"It's… somewhere… it should be somewhere anyways… unless… unless I packed it?"
"BAKA!" And I thought I was stupid. No really… seems we'll have to get up to change channels which isn't for the lazy people… like me sometimes. "Who changes?"
"I'm not the one complaining about the poor quality of the program."
"Yeah but I'm not the one who actually chose the channel. But… but… oh well. I'll change." Awww… felt lazy right now… one step… two steps… three steps… there. "What channel now?"
I turn my head to see him go in a semi-meditation-like pose, his head going from left to right and back again. "NHK".
"And NHK it is." Ah… the couch… This time I sit on Jin's lap, my head in his neck, letting him running his hands in my hair and on my back.
"Wasn't there a good movie on another channel?"
"Jin, I hate you." How can you not hate it when someone actually tells you something that needed to be done before, AFTER you do it? One of these days I'll get my revenge. One of these days… I'll just be sited there on the couch on a heavy snowy day, when Jin asks me if I want something from the store. I'll answer yeah, and "forget" to mention something. And when he'll come back… mwahaha… ah nah. I don't know if I'm THAT evil. I'll just ask him to get me a glass of water later on, and then making him go back in the kitchen to get something else.
I actually get up again and leaned on my left hand… a bit too much. OK, more than "a bit". A lot. The things we forget sometimes… hear my scream. Thankfully the screen didn't break. Still it fucking hurts…
"What's wrong koibito?"
"Just leaned on left hand. Ow…"
"Something happened with it?"
"Yep. Me and Reiko were playing around one day and the idiot pushed me down the bed. If I wanted my head not to hit the floor, I had to use my left hand to stop myself. And I ended up with a broken wrist."
FLASHBACK
Hwoarang sat on the bed, with the idea of bothering his boyfriend for the evening. Reiko had been somewhat bored too and had settled for a nap, while the redhead had been on the computer. The latter got also bored, hence the idea.
"BOO!"
The older Korean jerked in the bed, punching and missing Hwoarang by an inch. "What the hell took you!?"
"Something called boredom. Gotta admit there's nothing to do, heh?"
"Yeah, you're right after all. Seems the whole town has stopped moving for tonight. That's what happen when the subways are down."
The redhead sighed and leaned his body on the bigger one beside him, as Reiko brought his rather cold hands on the back of his lover, who instantly let a scream out. "Keep your hands of me! They're too cold! AH!" He screamed again, attacked by the too-cold-for-him digits. There was no way he'd get out of his reach unless he fought back. The younger man took a pillow and didn't waste a lot of time before smacking the other with it. Bigger hands – now warm – playfully pushed him he tried to get up.
Hwoarang lost his balance. Reiko had the intention of grabbing him by the arm but wasn't fast enough. The younger Taekwondo fighter screamed as he landed on the floor, his left arm preventing his head from hitting the ground.
Then another scream was heard. "MY WRIST! DAMMIT! IT HURTS!"
Reiko looked down the bed. The teenager was now sitting lotus-style, holding his wrist. From his expression, he could tell that he was really in pain, and not joking. He was about to say "Are you alright?" but didn't even bother asking the question, since the obvious was extremely… obvious. "Awww man… sorry…"
"Damn it…"
"Let me see" the raven-haired fighter said as he got down the bed, gently touching Hwoarang's hand. "OWWWWWWWWWW!" His screams had alerted Jang, who had just come back from Seung's apartment to get a few of his belongings so he could bring them there.
"God… s'wrong here?"
"Motherfucker here pushed me down and I landed right on my left hand. I seriously think that my wrist is broken…"
"Let me check." This time it was Jang's voice. Hwoarang didn't even leave him the "chance" to see a glimpse of his "wound" as he quickly retracted his arm toward himself.
"NONONONO!"
"Then, let's take you to the hospital."
"Reiko, you know how much I hate those."
The man shook his head. "We don't have much of a choice… come on."
"Yeah, go ahead Hwoa. Else it's gonna hurt more, and you know I'm not lying on that point. Want me to tag along?"
"Depends on you, Hwoarang."
"Huh… I technically don't care. I just want this to stop hurting…"
"Hospital, here we come, and I'm just gonna call Seung to tell him I'll be late."
The two remaining males raised their right hands and said "Phone's over there" at the same time.
"Yeah, I know. I live here part time, in case you'd have forgotten" Jang replied, laughing slightly. He didn't leave the room though and stood in the doorway, looking at his two friends who were still on the floor. "By the way… how do we get there? Bike? Car? Ambulance?"
Hwoarang scoffed at the last vehicule. "Don't need an ambulance to get there… and none of us have cars… guess that leaves the bikes."
"The thing is that we can't all fit on one" Reiko added.
"Oh well. Guess I'll head back at Seung's apart then. Call there as soon as you know what's wrong, ok?"
The redhead picked the phone up instantly, dialing his other friend's number. "I know what's wrong so I'll call right away?"
"Even when you're hurt you have to fool around. Come on, let's get you there."
END OF FLASHBACK
"So yeah, that's how it happened." I'm back on his lap. Probably the best seat in the world. "It's still rather sensitive and every time I put all my weight on that arm, it hurts." It hurts like hell, but hell, I got used to it. Don't have much choice if I still want to do martial arts. And well, some people had much worse wounds than I did and they continue, so why not me? You know me enough to guess how I react in such conditions; I don't give up easily. And it wasn't THAT MUCH terrible, even though it DID hurt. Huh… STILL hurts.
That's when Jin looked at me with that "poor thing" look, took my left hand in his and brought it to his lips. "Better?"
I faked sniffling and shyly nodded as he lifted my fingers, one after another. How about more drama? "Take me to bed… I feel so weak right now… I think I'll faint… aaaah…"
And nothing is better than seeing him laughing. "No koibito... don't die on me… I'd never forgive myself for letting you change the channel… WHY?!"
"Huh... 'cause?"
"Hehehe. You'll never cease to amaze me!" He picks me up from the couch and carries me to our bedroom, where he outs me down on the bed, taking his sweet time to get off of me. "Need anything from outside the room?"
"I wouldn't mind a glass of water now that you mention it."
"Alright, my dying love… if it's your last wish I would travel all the way to the market to get some from you…" Pfft. The market is a two-minute walk from here.
"Thank you oh devoted lover… quick! I'm getting weaker by the minute…"
He leaves the room and comes back with the water. "There you go… drink! It should restore your strength."
"It would, if you'd have brought Tylenol with it."
"I hate you, Hwoarang."
"I know. It's the reason why you love me too" I say with a wink. "Now can you bring them to me? Please? I'M GOING BLIND!"
"Hold on! Stay strong! Love will… alright. I'll go and fetch you some."
… To be continued…
A/N 2 : Next chapter WILL come in under 2 weeks, I PROMISE. Then will come the reason why this fic is R-rated. Thanks for the reviews!
To those who wondered, NHK IS a real Japanese channel. Public channel in fact (much like PBS).
A/N : ARGH! The slowness of which I write this fic is killing me. But everything will change as of the next chapter, and then I'll get into the heavy stuff. Part of the heavy stuff actually. So until the end of the fic, brace yourself, it won't be all fluffy as it used to be. I'm not telling anything now, but don't worry. You won't be deceived n.n.
By the way… welcome back Chlover! n.n (very happy!)
Chapter 24 : Quiet night
It's weird that when you want – or need – to do something, it never works. I want sleep. I NEED it. Yet I can't even close my eyes. Usually I have a hard time keeping them open but right now… nope. So here I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for Jin to come and join me. Or maybe I should head back in the living room.
Second option suddenly seems appealing.
"Thought you were extremely tired?"
"I am, but can't sleep at all."
"You've been gone for ten minutes."
"Still can't sleep. Watcha watchin'?" I say as I sit on the couch beside him, wrapped up in my blanket, trying to get his right arm over my shoulders. I love to snuggle against him like that.
"Nothing… I mean, there's always nothing on TV. Tonight's not new. So yeah… random talk show right now."
"They suck." Got to grab that remote. "Where did you put the remote?"
"It's… somewhere… it should be somewhere anyways… unless… unless I packed it?"
"BAKA!" And I thought I was stupid. No really… seems we'll have to get up to change channels which isn't for the lazy people… like me sometimes. "Who changes?"
"I'm not the one complaining about the poor quality of the program."
"Yeah but I'm not the one who actually chose the channel. But… but… oh well. I'll change." Awww… felt lazy right now… one step… two steps… three steps… there. "What channel now?"
I turn my head to see him go in a semi-meditation-like pose, his head going from left to right and back again. "NHK".
"And NHK it is." Ah… the couch… This time I sit on Jin's lap, my head in his neck, letting him running his hands in my hair and on my back.
"Wasn't there a good movie on another channel?"
"Jin, I hate you." How can you not hate it when someone actually tells you something that needed to be done before, AFTER you do it? One of these days I'll get my revenge. One of these days… I'll just be sited there on the couch on a heavy snowy day, when Jin asks me if I want something from the store. I'll answer yeah, and "forget" to mention something. And when he'll come back… mwahaha… ah nah. I don't know if I'm THAT evil. I'll just ask him to get me a glass of water later on, and then making him go back in the kitchen to get something else.
I actually get up again and leaned on my left hand… a bit too much. OK, more than "a bit". A lot. The things we forget sometimes… hear my scream. Thankfully the screen didn't break. Still it fucking hurts…
"What's wrong koibito?"
"Just leaned on left hand. Ow…"
"Something happened with it?"
"Yep. Me and Reiko were playing around one day and the idiot pushed me down the bed. If I wanted my head not to hit the floor, I had to use my left hand to stop myself. And I ended up with a broken wrist."
FLASHBACK
Hwoarang sat on the bed, with the idea of bothering his boyfriend for the evening. Reiko had been somewhat bored too and had settled for a nap, while the redhead had been on the computer. The latter got also bored, hence the idea.
"BOO!"
The older Korean jerked in the bed, punching and missing Hwoarang by an inch. "What the hell took you!?"
"Something called boredom. Gotta admit there's nothing to do, heh?"
"Yeah, you're right after all. Seems the whole town has stopped moving for tonight. That's what happen when the subways are down."
The redhead sighed and leaned his body on the bigger one beside him, as Reiko brought his rather cold hands on the back of his lover, who instantly let a scream out. "Keep your hands of me! They're too cold! AH!" He screamed again, attacked by the too-cold-for-him digits. There was no way he'd get out of his reach unless he fought back. The younger man took a pillow and didn't waste a lot of time before smacking the other with it. Bigger hands – now warm – playfully pushed him he tried to get up.
Hwoarang lost his balance. Reiko had the intention of grabbing him by the arm but wasn't fast enough. The younger Taekwondo fighter screamed as he landed on the floor, his left arm preventing his head from hitting the ground.
Then another scream was heard. "MY WRIST! DAMMIT! IT HURTS!"
Reiko looked down the bed. The teenager was now sitting lotus-style, holding his wrist. From his expression, he could tell that he was really in pain, and not joking. He was about to say "Are you alright?" but didn't even bother asking the question, since the obvious was extremely… obvious. "Awww man… sorry…"
"Damn it…"
"Let me see" the raven-haired fighter said as he got down the bed, gently touching Hwoarang's hand. "OWWWWWWWWWW!" His screams had alerted Jang, who had just come back from Seung's apartment to get a few of his belongings so he could bring them there.
"God… s'wrong here?"
"Motherfucker here pushed me down and I landed right on my left hand. I seriously think that my wrist is broken…"
"Let me check." This time it was Jang's voice. Hwoarang didn't even leave him the "chance" to see a glimpse of his "wound" as he quickly retracted his arm toward himself.
"NONONONO!"
"Then, let's take you to the hospital."
"Reiko, you know how much I hate those."
The man shook his head. "We don't have much of a choice… come on."
"Yeah, go ahead Hwoa. Else it's gonna hurt more, and you know I'm not lying on that point. Want me to tag along?"
"Depends on you, Hwoarang."
"Huh… I technically don't care. I just want this to stop hurting…"
"Hospital, here we come, and I'm just gonna call Seung to tell him I'll be late."
The two remaining males raised their right hands and said "Phone's over there" at the same time.
"Yeah, I know. I live here part time, in case you'd have forgotten" Jang replied, laughing slightly. He didn't leave the room though and stood in the doorway, looking at his two friends who were still on the floor. "By the way… how do we get there? Bike? Car? Ambulance?"
Hwoarang scoffed at the last vehicule. "Don't need an ambulance to get there… and none of us have cars… guess that leaves the bikes."
"The thing is that we can't all fit on one" Reiko added.
"Oh well. Guess I'll head back at Seung's apart then. Call there as soon as you know what's wrong, ok?"
The redhead picked the phone up instantly, dialing his other friend's number. "I know what's wrong so I'll call right away?"
"Even when you're hurt you have to fool around. Come on, let's get you there."
END OF FLASHBACK
"So yeah, that's how it happened." I'm back on his lap. Probably the best seat in the world. "It's still rather sensitive and every time I put all my weight on that arm, it hurts." It hurts like hell, but hell, I got used to it. Don't have much choice if I still want to do martial arts. And well, some people had much worse wounds than I did and they continue, so why not me? You know me enough to guess how I react in such conditions; I don't give up easily. And it wasn't THAT MUCH terrible, even though it DID hurt. Huh… STILL hurts.
That's when Jin looked at me with that "poor thing" look, took my left hand in his and brought it to his lips. "Better?"
I faked sniffling and shyly nodded as he lifted my fingers, one after another. How about more drama? "Take me to bed… I feel so weak right now… I think I'll faint… aaaah…"
And nothing is better than seeing him laughing. "No koibito... don't die on me… I'd never forgive myself for letting you change the channel… WHY?!"
"Huh... 'cause?"
"Hehehe. You'll never cease to amaze me!" He picks me up from the couch and carries me to our bedroom, where he outs me down on the bed, taking his sweet time to get off of me. "Need anything from outside the room?"
"I wouldn't mind a glass of water now that you mention it."
"Alright, my dying love… if it's your last wish I would travel all the way to the market to get some from you…" Pfft. The market is a two-minute walk from here.
"Thank you oh devoted lover… quick! I'm getting weaker by the minute…"
He leaves the room and comes back with the water. "There you go… drink! It should restore your strength."
"It would, if you'd have brought Tylenol with it."
"I hate you, Hwoarang."
"I know. It's the reason why you love me too" I say with a wink. "Now can you bring them to me? Please? I'M GOING BLIND!"
"Hold on! Stay strong! Love will… alright. I'll go and fetch you some."
… To be continued…
A/N 2 : Next chapter WILL come in under 2 weeks, I PROMISE. Then will come the reason why this fic is R-rated. Thanks for the reviews!
To those who wondered, NHK IS a real Japanese channel. Public channel in fact (much like PBS).