A/N: Sloppy. I'm working on it!
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The sensation of falling, and seeing the building's wall flying by so fast, was nauseating. Hwoarang realized he was screaming at the top of his lungs and looked down; the ground was approaching far too rapidly. He shut his eyes and whispered a regretful prayer in his mind, bracing for fatal impact.
It never came.
Hwoarang felt something latch onto the back of his shirt, and his descent slowed so suddenly he heard the fabric trying to tear. The sensation of falling ended, but he still felt the wind blowing in his face. A long moment passed in which that wind seemed to rip at him still; then he squinted his eyes open ever so slightly. He saw the street not ten yards below him, rushing past nearly as quickly as the vertical wall had done. And he saw a shadow passing over the ground similar to that of a vulture, except for the unusual number of legs sticking out. He remembered in a flash the dream demon's odd shape and flinched. The redhead felt breakfast trying to tear its way out of his stomach, but he swallowed hard and stiffened his resolve. He tilted his head back and felt his heart dropping the rest of the way to the pavement.
Jin's head and shoulders were visible, and... massive ebony wings extending to each side of him, beating only occasionally. Incongruous considering the scraps of white shirt clinging to them. More than the wings, the expression on his face- the construction of the bones even- frightened Hwoarang, similar as it was to the dream. Feral. Predatory. Exotic. The sharply-chiseled face jerked down, brilliant crimson eyes flashing at Hwoarang from close proximity. He remained silent with much effort, but the creature Jin had apparently become did not care; the eyes faced forward again with intense scrutiny. The creature's darkness seemed to leach sunlight from the air around them, and although the city streets were not exactly empty, no-one even noticed their passage.
He didn't remember passing out, but the Korean woke abruptly at the sensation of falling again. He thrashed, half-consciously struggling to get free of the Thing's grip. There was nothing to struggle against. Hwoarang's eyes opened in a flash, yelping as he felt the branches breaking his fall at the same time he saw them. "OW! Ow, OW OW! AAAAAH!" He flung his hand out and grabbed at them, though they were little more than sticks. He caught one and prayed madly as it bent... and bent... seemed to hold for a moment... SNAP.
"AAAAAH!" THUMP.
Hwoarang groaned from where he'd landed, trying to tune out the chittering laughter of a squirrel somewhere above him. The ground was softer than pavement here, but it still stung to smack into! He lay still for a long moment, relishing his breath and the fact he was still alive, and trying to gauge if he'd done any damage to himself aside from wounded pride. He heard something moving in the undergrowth and lifted his head off the ground to see.
The creature that was Jin paced toward him deliberately, wings halfway mantled. The way the muscles stretched and gave beneath the beautiful tan skin was mesmerizing, almost as much as the markings on the face. Almost mesmerizing enough that one could forget the talons and fangs. --FANGS?-- Hwoarang sat up hurriedly and scuttled backward on his rear until it met with something solid. Tree trunk. "J... Jin? Th-thank you for saving my life, um... what are you doing?" The redhead heard the nervousness in his own voice and winced. --So much for confidence.--
Jin's sleek new form paused at the use of the name, and the lovely, fierce head tilted to look at Hwoarang from a different angle. The mouth opened as though trying to form a word, then a silent snarl stole onto the face as Jin leaped forward, wings spread and claws reaching. The redhead felt something inside himself snap; rather like a displaced joint finally returning to normalcy. It hurt for a little, but it felt good too.
The Korean rolled to the side, scrambled to his feet, and jumped onto the winged back as Jin tore past the tree trunk, wrapping his arms around the throat. "Jin," Hwoarang said calmly, with the barest hint of a growl in his voice. "You WILL get a hold of yourself. You will do it NOW."
Jin stopped bucking and clawing in his confusion, looking over his shoulder with eyes suddenly more yellow than red. "Hwoarang." The demonic tattoos faded from his face except for the red one between his eyebrows; as the wings simply disappeared, allowing tattered white scraps of cloth to flutter to the ground, the Japanese reached up to touch the red spot. His fingers jerked back as though scalded. "Hwoarang," he repeated, unhappily. Tears began to well up in his still-too-large eyes and he ducked out of his lover's arms. "Oh god... I thought I lost you back there. I don't know what I would have done if..." Jin turned to face the still-cautious redhead, but couldn't meet his eyes.
"If nothing, I would have been fine if I'd been listening to the wind instead of trying not to watch you," Hwoarang retorted, stepping close and tangling his fingers in the black, spiked hair. He pulled Jin's face down for a kiss and lingered over it in spite of the faint brush of fangs against his lips. When they parted and Jin still wouldn't meet his eyes, the Korean licked the red marking in an attempt to shock him into paying attention. The response was better than he expected.
Jin's body convulsed sharply as a low groan sounded in his throat, his eyes rolling back in his head as he tossed it backward. Hwoarang felt a familiar lightness in his stomach and nipped the exposed bit of throat gently, was answered with a whimper. "Hwoarang... please..."
The redhead couldn't stop the smirk that slowly grew on his face, in spite of the craziness that had just occurred. He didn't know where they were: big deal. Jin's demon seemed to be shifting its perspective on the host's new relationship, and that meant more than place or time. "Please what?" Hwoarang purred.
Jin twined his fingers in his lover's shirt and fell backward, pulling him along into the soft grass. "Please... prove to me you're still alive," he murmured breathlessly as he started running his claws gently across Hwoarang's back. "I love you."
"I love you most," Hwoarang replied in a reverent whisper, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Jin's pliant lips.