Unpredictable Impulses, Chapter Three
Based on T3, Hwoarang's ending: He's tired of fighting. He's tired of being alone. He's even tired of college! Jin picks up Hwoarang's tab in a bar, with some interesting results. Yaoi: m/m relationship (Jin X Hwoarang). R for language misuse, implied illegal action, & possible explicit sex later.
Author's Note: I've never played any other Tekken game but T3, so I'm going to pretend that none of the others exist anymore. And Hwoarang did not join any stupid army! *snorts at the absurdity of the idea* That would really ruin my story.
Author's Note 2: I don't own Tekken or its characters, so don't sue me, but I can damn well ignore the parts of both that I don't like since I'm not even writing this for profit! *crosses eyes and sticks tongue out*
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Author's Note 3: I know, it's short... but I wanted to update today, and not wait until I had something more substantial. ^ ^ Forgive me?
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"Do all Koreans pass out after just thirty ounces of Seagill's, or is it just you?" A wry voice roused him from unwelcome dreams. Opening gritty eyes, he instantly regretted the act as direct light assaulted him. Hwoarang groaned, rolling away from the light- right into the floor. For a moment he just lay there in shock, hoping this wasn't another nightmare. *Where the hell am I…?*
"Just me," he replied aloud, cautiously. "You have to remember, I have had little experience with alcohol anyway."
"I didn't know that," Jin replied in a disgustingly cheerful voice, as he sympathetically pulled the heavy black drape over the single window to shut out the evening sunlight and instead flipping a light switch. "I *will* have to remember that little fact. Now- Hwoarang- there are towels in the closet in the hall, and I'm sure you can find the bathroom from there; it's just to the left. You'll also find my wardrobe easily enough, it's straight through the bathroom - just don't pick anything too fancy to wear. Your dirty clothes are locked away for now until the laundry room opens back up in the morning. There are Advils in the medicine cabinet, as well as some paper cups and a few other things. You'll see the kitchen from the end of the hall, there's stuff in the 'fridge if you're interested."
"Where- what- where are you going?" Hwoarang stammered, peering around at the unfamiliar setting, presumably Jin's apartment. *Fancy.* He noticed that he had been sleeping on a bed with satin covers, most of which were still wrapped around him from his fall. The light wasn't nearly as unbearable now, coming from an ice blue lava lamp that took up a whole corner from the floor to the ceiling. An aquarium with extensions of glass tubing running up the wall held some weird sort of exotic, silver-glowing fish. There were paintings all around, in a recognizably modern style, and an incomplete abstract of the fish in their tank set on a canvas. *Ah, yes, those look like they've been done by that new artist named Shinji Hirotoshi - Jin!?*
The man in question stood with his hand on the bedroom's doorknob, smiling slightly. "I'm going to go pick up a few things at the store; rescuing you last night reminded me that my own liquor cabinet is getting empty, and I forgot to get the filler items while I was out and about earlier today. Are you on any sort of a diet?" Hwoarang shook his head dumbly. "Well then. I'm sure you can see to yourself now that you're awake. See you in a couple hours." Jin shut the bedroom door quietly as he left, his feet making almost no sound on the deep carpet. The redhead lay still for several moments just processing the last few minutes' (mostly one-sided) conversation. Its practical nature reassured him that this time, he was well and truly awake.
*He trusts me with his apartment. How'd I get here?* He closed his eyes again, intending on figuring out his old rival's possible motives, and fell back into a light sleep where he lay in the floor. The dream came back in full force, in exactly the same sequence as before, except that he recognized logically that it was just a dream. Disturbed, Hwoarang dragged himself out of its depths with much effort. It was about an hour after Jin had left, judging by how far the thin beam of sunlight defiantly peeking through the window drapes had moved since his eyes shut. There was no other way to measure the time that he had seen. *Why do I keep having that cursed dream?* Hwoarang felt dirty all over, not just on the outside, but internally as well. *I need a shower.* He stood slowly, dizzy and sickened, and made his way toward the bathroom.
Based on T3, Hwoarang's ending: He's tired of fighting. He's tired of being alone. He's even tired of college! Jin picks up Hwoarang's tab in a bar, with some interesting results. Yaoi: m/m relationship (Jin X Hwoarang). R for language misuse, implied illegal action, & possible explicit sex later.
Author's Note: I've never played any other Tekken game but T3, so I'm going to pretend that none of the others exist anymore. And Hwoarang did not join any stupid army! *snorts at the absurdity of the idea* That would really ruin my story.
Author's Note 2: I don't own Tekken or its characters, so don't sue me, but I can damn well ignore the parts of both that I don't like since I'm not even writing this for profit! *crosses eyes and sticks tongue out*
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Author's Note 3: I know, it's short... but I wanted to update today, and not wait until I had something more substantial. ^ ^ Forgive me?
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"Do all Koreans pass out after just thirty ounces of Seagill's, or is it just you?" A wry voice roused him from unwelcome dreams. Opening gritty eyes, he instantly regretted the act as direct light assaulted him. Hwoarang groaned, rolling away from the light- right into the floor. For a moment he just lay there in shock, hoping this wasn't another nightmare. *Where the hell am I…?*
"Just me," he replied aloud, cautiously. "You have to remember, I have had little experience with alcohol anyway."
"I didn't know that," Jin replied in a disgustingly cheerful voice, as he sympathetically pulled the heavy black drape over the single window to shut out the evening sunlight and instead flipping a light switch. "I *will* have to remember that little fact. Now- Hwoarang- there are towels in the closet in the hall, and I'm sure you can find the bathroom from there; it's just to the left. You'll also find my wardrobe easily enough, it's straight through the bathroom - just don't pick anything too fancy to wear. Your dirty clothes are locked away for now until the laundry room opens back up in the morning. There are Advils in the medicine cabinet, as well as some paper cups and a few other things. You'll see the kitchen from the end of the hall, there's stuff in the 'fridge if you're interested."
"Where- what- where are you going?" Hwoarang stammered, peering around at the unfamiliar setting, presumably Jin's apartment. *Fancy.* He noticed that he had been sleeping on a bed with satin covers, most of which were still wrapped around him from his fall. The light wasn't nearly as unbearable now, coming from an ice blue lava lamp that took up a whole corner from the floor to the ceiling. An aquarium with extensions of glass tubing running up the wall held some weird sort of exotic, silver-glowing fish. There were paintings all around, in a recognizably modern style, and an incomplete abstract of the fish in their tank set on a canvas. *Ah, yes, those look like they've been done by that new artist named Shinji Hirotoshi - Jin!?*
The man in question stood with his hand on the bedroom's doorknob, smiling slightly. "I'm going to go pick up a few things at the store; rescuing you last night reminded me that my own liquor cabinet is getting empty, and I forgot to get the filler items while I was out and about earlier today. Are you on any sort of a diet?" Hwoarang shook his head dumbly. "Well then. I'm sure you can see to yourself now that you're awake. See you in a couple hours." Jin shut the bedroom door quietly as he left, his feet making almost no sound on the deep carpet. The redhead lay still for several moments just processing the last few minutes' (mostly one-sided) conversation. Its practical nature reassured him that this time, he was well and truly awake.
*He trusts me with his apartment. How'd I get here?* He closed his eyes again, intending on figuring out his old rival's possible motives, and fell back into a light sleep where he lay in the floor. The dream came back in full force, in exactly the same sequence as before, except that he recognized logically that it was just a dream. Disturbed, Hwoarang dragged himself out of its depths with much effort. It was about an hour after Jin had left, judging by how far the thin beam of sunlight defiantly peeking through the window drapes had moved since his eyes shut. There was no other way to measure the time that he had seen. *Why do I keep having that cursed dream?* Hwoarang felt dirty all over, not just on the outside, but internally as well. *I need a shower.* He stood slowly, dizzy and sickened, and made his way toward the bathroom.