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Twisted Affair	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was late. Jin should've been asleep a long time ago, but he had gotten carried away when he thought he had found something. However, he had no such luck. Lack of progress couldn't really get to him, though. Time was something he had plenty of. Besides, he had already found the small golden buddha statue from his visions, which he kept in the wall safe of his hotel room. One out of three in only five days wasn't bad - it was just under a week since he left the fifth tournament, and then he had left Yakushima to search the day after he got there.
Yakushima. Now that was a gruesome sight. When he saw the terrible destruction, he had no doubts the Zaibatsu had to be behind it. Why, he wouldn't know, but maybe he'd figure it out along the way. It wasn't all that important, anyway. The vision of his mother brought back to life was the only thing that mattered. He had forgotten most of it by when he woke up that morning, but since then, he had brought it back, fragment by fragment, by way of deep meditation. By no means was he certain that it could be made reality, but he had to try. Finally having something to dedicate his life to again was a great thing, so something would've come out of it even if it failed. He was no longer drowning in the nightmares the Devil conjured up for him with his mind firmly set on a goal that had nothing to do with it.
The young Japanese rounded a corner, seeing the dim streetlights make out a vague path down to his hotel. When he saw the flickering, light green sign, he could almost feel the warm sheets of the bed around him already. He'd just have to make a short session of meditation before sleep, in case he could recall even more of the vision. There had to be further clues as to where the silver amulet was located. The day he had found the mountain, he had started searching enthusiastically. However, by now he had realised that it was much too large an area to cover if he wanted this to take weeks rather than years. A strange feeling that he was missing something fairly obvious was impossible to shake off, and that only made him more confident that more meditation was in order.
Suddenly, he stopped dead. The street in front of the hotel, merely five or six blocks away, was suddenly filled with people in uniform, shouting at each other and toting assault rifles. He would've known that group anywhere, and quickly realising why they were there, he slipped silently into the shadows, making his way down a backstreet away from the scene. It was tempting to stop and watch, but it would be counterproductive. The risk of getting caught far outranked the little good that could come from watching. He knew most of what there was to know about how the Tekken Force operated already.
So what now? He quickly concluded that it was his father he was dealing with here. He had already defeated both Heihachi and Jinpachi with sufficient force that neither would be making things happen in the near future. To claim he had killed them? Jin knew better. The black American had been a laughing-stock at the tournament for claiming that Heihachi was dead, and as far as the raven-haired man was concerned, he hadn't even really tried.
The situation made Jin consider whether it would've been better to stick around and try to claim the conglomerate. If he had, and it had worked, the men down the street would be helping him find the things he sought, rather than try to kill or capture him. However, the big part of the 'if' was whether he could have pulled that off. Perhaps, perhaps not... it was hard to say. A second later, he shrugged it off. Second guessing decisions he couldn't change was no use. Now at least he already had one of the...
Shit. The buddha was in his hotel room safe. And now, much worse than being hidden away in some desolate location, it'd be taken to the Zaibatsu somewhere for safekeeping. His work had just become a whole lot harder. Jin sighed loudly, before turning another corner. Finding another hotel at half past one in the morning would probably be impossible in a smaller city like this - when he had checked, there was only four hotels anyway. He couldn't risk the Tekken Force checking the other three for him. A cold night outside awaited him, and the best way to prepare for that, he concluded, was a little visit to a nightclub. Normally, he couldn't stand the places, but as far as he knew, they'd stay open for at least an hour or two longer and that was an hour or two less outside in the cold air before sunrise.
The neon lights that had inspired him to this conclusion had soon pulled him inside. After entering, he smirked vaguely at the two big bouncers by the door, imagining the Tekken Force wanting to enter. Perhaps they could slow the guys down... by bleeding on them. In either case, he hoped this wasn't the first place they'd look for him. It certainly wasn't the first place he'd look for himself.
Walking slowly up to the small bar, he sat down on the only free seat. Quite lucky with fate when it came to available seating, he found himself in one of the darkest corners in this part of the room, with a decent view towards the entrance area. His eyes briefly searched his surroundings for the emergency exit, a second later having located it. Where it was located was important to know. Not so that he could run in that direction, but so that he didn't run in that direction. Certainly, there would be Tekken Force behind that door as well, should they choose to look for him here.
A woman on his left turned as someone leaned over to mutter something into her ear. There was surprise in her voice when she gasped and questioned whatever she had been told. Whatever it was, was enough to get her up out of her seat and running out of the building. Before Jin could get used to having an empty seat beside him, someone was claiming it, and in the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of red hair. After a more direct inspection, he realised with annoyance that he knew the man sitting next to him. It was the 'Blood Talon'.
Hwoarang was dressed in glossy black pants and a skin-tight red and black mesh shirt. The clothing's only real function seemed to be to blind any normal onlookers, because the outfit certainly failed to conceal anything. Jin turned to look away the moment after, hoping strongly that the other man wasn't going to start harping on their 'rivalry' again. The last thing he needed was an overconfident redhead insisting on a fight; the Japanese wasn't all that sure he could defeat the guy before the Tekken Force would close in on him. An unwelcome development to say the least. He ignored the other man as best he could, wishing that would make him go away.
No words were exchanged for the first little while, which gave the raven-haired man a bit of hope. However, the Korean motioned to the bartender and ordered what sounded like it could have been a crudely named cocktail, and then he drummed at the counter. Perhaps he was being annoying on purpose or maybe it came naturally. In either case, Jin already knew he had no such luck. After the drink was mixed and served in a shot glass, Hwoarang spoke, "You look a little out of place here, Kazama."
At least the Korean wasn't hostile. The inquisitive manner with which that was spoken told of curiosity, rather than the usual desire for a fight. Jin let out a barely audible sigh of relief, before slowly turning back to face the other man. Wouldn't want to be impolite if trouble could be avoided that way. After a quick glance down the other's body, he smirked lightly. "Looks like you set out to be here, unlike me. Say, what makes someone like you come to a small Japanese town like this one?"
"You should be careful what you say in a place like this. From anyone else, that would have been a pick-up line. I'm just here out of convenience." After downing the shot in one gulp, the redhead shook his head and huffed, making a face at the glass. "Christ, that burns..." He slapped a couple bills on the counter and waved at the bartender. "Another!"
The Japanese was quite happy that there was no regale on the subject; it was a fine balance between showing polite interest and starting a lengthy conversation. He took a quick glance at his watch before letting his mind drift a little. There was clearly nothing to do about tonight, but tomorrow when shops opened, he figured he'd buy a tent. A hotel would be too dangerous for the near future, but he doubted they'd be checking the wilderness for his presence. A change of clothes would be good too... it was a pain to have most of his stuff out of reach. The small kit at his feet was packed for a day of searching; hardly catering to all his needs. With a shrug, he gazed slowly over the menu on the wall, pondering whether he'd want something to drink.
While waiting for his next shot, the guy silently studied Jin. Whatever he was thinking, it managed to bring a playful smirk to his face. "Now there's only two reasons I can imagine you being in a joint like this. Either you hit your midlife crisis 20 years too early, or you're hiding out."
Well, that at least told him the redhead wasn't stupid. If Hwoarang hadn't shown up, the Japanese would've ordered himself a drink, but at the moment he was wondering whether the best choice was to get up and leave, and didn't want something to hold him back. His eyes drifted to the entrance again, but no danger appeared to present itself yet. Of course, he wouldn't really have to see it; he'd hear it before they'd get in anyway. Idly brushing a bit of sweat away from his forehead, he realised the obvious. That many people in this little space makes a room hot. Given that was exactly why he was there, he wasn't too bothered by his expectation being exceeded a bit in that department.
The redhead obviously didn't take the lack of a response as a hint. Instead, he just kept talking. "Since you keep looking at the doors, and aren't exactly dressed for a night on the town, I'll assume you're hiding. I don't expect you to tell me anything, but you know I have a lot of experience at avoiding people. Maybe I can give you a few pointers."
Jin's eyebrows quirked up slightly. Since when did that man pretend to be helpful? The Japanese had quite a bit of experience with this himself, but usually settled for the strategy of simply being far away. They were apparently going to be talking anyway, so this was as good a topic as any. If the guy was being serious, there probably was a hint or two in it that he hadn't thought of yet. "Alright, if you feel like it, you can start at lesson 17. I think I've got the basics down after the last two years."
"Lesson 17 it is then." Hwoarang leaned a little closer to Jin and locked eyes. "It is more likely that people will remember your face if you're anti-social than anything else, especially when you're sticking out like a sore thumb here. Lesson 18: Even if you don't trust anyone, it's best to have at least one other person who nobody involved knows you have anything to do with. Two heads are better than one, right?"
"You know..." The Japanese started indifferently, before letting his eyes drift idly over the crowd for a moment, "you're probably right on both counts. However, they know who I am, they know I'm in town, and when I'm out of this place, it doesn't matter if they figure out I've been here." He smirked before he resumed eye contact, wanting to know why the other fighter had started a sales pitch for his usefulness. It would be easy to get paranoid, but looking at how drunk the other guy was, the chance he was in cahoots with Kazuya Mishima was exactly nil. There didn't seem to be anything to lose beyond the Korean potentially rubbing something in his face, so he continued lightly. "But given two heads are better than one, what's yours coming up with when the town has got upwards of twenty commandos with assault rifles visiting, and the only reason they're here is to find me?"
There was a pause in response as Hwoarang gulped down his next shot. After he made the same face at the glass, he appeared to be deep in thought. "Well they'd never look for you at my place, would they? Considering it's not even my place would lessen the chances even more." As he continued, it began to sound more like he was talking to no one in particular. "I'm sure I can make it alright with my friends with only a little bit of convincing... But they'll probably take any chance they can get to embarrass me in a situation like this... bastards..."
A place to stay the night sounded inviting, especially one under a name not associated with anyone he knew. "No, they wouldn't," he responded thoughtfully, "why don't you go ahead and wait for me outside around a corner... two lefts, does that sound good to you?" Jin turned to look away, more than a bit surprised at the turn of events. He supposed it could be a bad idea, but he was a great fan of warm beds and roofs, especially when he was going to work hard all day outside. It was worth a shot.
"Two lefts? Alright. I suppose I should go get some coffee, and I think there's a vending machine in that direction anyway." Hwoarang looked over the shelves of alcohol before shrugging and getting up from his seat. "Don't keep me waiting too long. I really don't wanna pass out in the curb again."
With a discreet nod, only watching the other man in the corner of his eye, Jin attempted to stay as casual as possible. No more words followed aside from the quiet mumble which was easily masked by the music, and Hwoarang soon made his way through a crowd of people and out the front doors. Realising that the people nearby probably would connect them anyway, the Japanese just waited for another handful of people to pass before getting up to leave himself. Perhaps two minutes, perhaps three... he wasn't quite sure.
As he walked outside, the night air felt quite a lot colder than he remembered, and he hoped that it wouldn't be what kept him company while sleeping. He scanned the surroundings briefly, before casually walking around the block in the opposite direction from what he'd suggested to the Korean. Apparently, the redhead had kept to it so far, sitting on the sidewalk by the corner with a can of coffee in his hand. The youngster was leaning against the building, but pushed himself forward and got to his feet when he noticed the Japanese approaching.
The Tae Kwon Do fighter looked so harmless and friendly this way. It was as if challenging Jin wasn't on his mind at all... perhaps the last tournament had finally put an end to the obsession? The raven-haired man wouldn't mind that at all. Although the other man was a rather capable opponent, Jin had never sought a rival. Having the guy offer him shelter for a night instead of trying - and failing - to beat him up was a change he appreciated.
Hwoarang smirked at Jin, but appeared too drunk to keep it up and eventually just shrugged and started walking down the street. "This way. I guess we should take the backstreets, huh? It's not far..." He paused and turned to give Jin a long once-over. "That doesn't look like you're carrying enough stuff with you... Nah, I won't ask. I don't want to know."
Without a word, the two fighters wandered through the poorly lit, narrow streets of the area, until Hwoarang stopped in front of a small duplex. Despite it being nearly two in the morning, there were plenty of lights on inside one half, which gave Jin a clue that they had come to the right place.
Hwoarang spared Jin a brief glance before he made his way to the back door. He got out his keys, but when he went to try the doorknob, it seemed to be unlocked anyway. It opened smoothly and banged against a wall inside while warm air washed out over them. The inside smelled like a mixture of vanilla incense and sweat. What sounded like Korean heavy metal was playing quietly from another room, and the place felt like it was filled with testosterone.
Preparing himself for entering what he guessed was a Korean punk bachelor pad, Jin sighed lightly and walked in just to witness the redhead check himself in a hallway mirror. Staying the night would be rather convenient, so he decided to make an effort. Hopefully they weren't too eager to bicker at two in the morning.
Apparently noticing that he had been caught, the redhead smiled sheepishly and turned to call into the house, "Guys, I'm back!"
"Cheonyeo!!"
Taking off his shoes, Jin turned to close the door behind him before walking slowly over to Hwoarang. He took a deep breath, realising he was rather sleepy. However, the tone of voices told him he was probably the only one. It didn't matter all that much. They probably slept long in the morning anyway, and there was no rush.
They made their way into the next room. The two occupants seemed busy; one focused on a computer while the other was doing floor exercises. The sweaty man on the floor was in the midst of a sit up when he caught sight of them and froze. His look of confusion wandered over Jin for a good minute before he finally climbed up to his feet and grabbed a nearby towel. He walked over to the two of them and offered a friendly smile. "Well this is a nice change of pace. Finally cracked and decided to get laid?"
"No, dickwad." Hwoarang rolled his eyes and took a long slurp of his coffee. "This guy's just crashing here." The Japanese gave the big man a friendly smirk and a slight nod, before letting his eyes drift to the black-haired guy by the computer; not that there was much left of that hair. Since things seemed all good so far, Jin allowed himself to relax. Casually shifting his attention back to Hwoarang and the guy with the towel, he waited silently for the conversation to continue.
"That's too bad. A lay would do you so much good..." The sweaty man suddenly gave Hwoarang a whack on the back of the head. "And where the fuck do you get off calling your elder a 'dickwad'?" he was still grinning as he added an order, "now be polite and offer your friend a drink."
Very visibly embarrassed, the redhead rubbed his head and scowled. He walked across the room, showing no intention of obeying that order. "Don't tell me what to do, pops. I'm being nice enough to him. Offering Jin Kazama a drink would just be too much."
Once again, the sweaty man froze. His gaze went from disbelief to awe and then returned to a grin. "Dude..." His brows rose as he appeared to be impressed. "So you're Kazama, eh? Wow..."
Realising he now had the attention of both Hwoarang's friends, Jin wondered for a moment what his 'rival' had been telling about him. By the sounds of what was just said, it seemed to be good. That surprised him a little, but the redhead seemed to have grown up a bit lately. Perhaps it was unfair to expect the man to be petty and insecure about something like that? Probably, now that he thought about it. He shrugged it off with a friendly smile. "I'm pleased to meet you."
"Oh the pleasure is all mine, believe me." The man turned to look at his friend on the computer, before he continued speaking to Jin. "I'm Ha Neul, and that's Jae Sun. We've heard a lot about you. After everything he's told us, it's hard to believe you really exist. You know how kids are about things like that, exaggerating everything."
Pushing to his feet, Jae Sun made his way over - Jin hadn't realised how short the guy was before he saw him standing. Or perhaps that man was average; at least he stood out in this company. The Japanese chuckled lightly before responding. "Well, existing I can do for you. I don't know about the rest of it, though." He turned over to Hwoarang for a moment, giving him a friendly smile as he shook his head. The last two years he had started appreciating other people's approval, and the redhead seemed to have earned him quite a bit of that here.
"As far as I can tell, he was right about one thing." When Ha Neul paused to walk a half circle around the Japanese, Hwoarang stiffened and moved back toward them. But his friend didn't take his presence as the intended warning. "You are fucking smokin'. You hear enough about a guy's ass and you think you know everything, but I guess seeing is believing. You were so right, Cheonyeo."
Hwoarang clenched his fists and with a bitter smile, he turned away. "I'm going to kill you in your sleep, Ha Neul. Come on Jin, I'm sure you're too tired for this shit. Don't have a spare bed or anything but you can stay in my room. I'm sure it's better than sleeping outside, huh?" It amused Jin a little to hear the Koreans getting jealous over him. That was a first since high school, and it brought back memories of more pleasant days. He became aware of an involuntary grin spreading across his face, but didn't mind it and kept it on.
The talkative man faked a pout and put an arm around his short friend's waist. "Aww, I feel so unloved. Well, if you guys find yourselves in need of lube, don't hesitate to ask!" With all this talk of getting laid, Jin let his eyes drift over Hwoarang's body for a moment. He hadn't really thought of the redhead that way before, but now that the others were talking about it, he found himself a bit tempted. That guy was more muscular than most, and judging by his friends' nickname for him, it'd be as tight as only a virgin man could be. However, he doubted it was on offer... but that was okay, he first and foremost needed sleep and hadn't exactly set out to getting laid.
"For fuck's sake! Jae, do me a favour and shut that man up." The redhead sounded so annoyed that Jin wondered whether the two Koreans were about to have a lengthy discussion about the topic. He moved half a feet away as a sign of not wanting to get involved, looking calmly from one to the other waiting for them to get over it.
After looking at the situation for a moment, Jae Sun laughed a bit, before grinning sheepishly. "Shut him up? Come on Cheonyeo, you just got here... I've got a deck of cards, I'm sure your friend would like a game of poker before you two head to bed together?"
"I doubt he has enough money for you to swindle out of him." Hwoarang, apparently having had enough of his friends, grabbed Jin by the wrist and pulled him off toward the stairs. In normal circumstances, the Japanese wouldn't take too kindly to being pushed around like that, but watching the touch of jealousy in the bigger man's eyes made him forgive it instantly. In either case, as soon as they were far enough away to keep moving, Hwoarang let go and started up to the second floor. Jin pondered winking at the remaining Koreans, but figured that'd be seen as getting far too comfortable too quickly, and settled for following the redhead, silently undressing him with his eyes.
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They had a lot of nerve. Just the fact that the one man in the world that Hwoarang didn't want to hear those things did was enough to justify seriously kicking someone's ass during the next sparring session. The last thing he needed was for Jin to get a big head about it, or even worse, be disgusted. Who knew how he would take it, so maybe it was best to not care? Fat chance.
Hwoarang went into his neat and tidy bedroom. Everything was in dark colours except the few posters of rock bands and motorbikes on the walls. The double bed was big enough to comfortably fit two people, and that was promising. The thought of sharing a bed with Jin Kazama was surreal, and he couldn't help but get a little excited at the possibility. He turned to look at Jin, and frowned at the smirk. "... Does something about this amuse you?" He fixed Jin with a warning glare before moving over to the closet, and taking out extra pillows.
A light chuckle made its way out through the smirk, before the Japanese responded. "Your friends are kinda cute..." He moved inside and closed the door behind him, seemingly taking himself on a quick mental tour of the room.
"Cute? Not quite the word I'd use to describe them." Well, that was better than disgust. Maybe it was a miracle and the Japanese hadn't really known what they were talking about, or he didn't take them seriously. He turned to Jin and tossed a pillow at him. "I've only got one bed, so how are we gonna do this?"
After a yawn and an exaggerated stretch, Jin left his kit by the door and moved over towards him, flinging the pillow onto the bed. "I didn't realise that was a problem. If it is, you could show hospitality and sleep on the floor." He paused, before adding with perfect Korean pronounciation, "What do you think, Cheonyeo?"
Crap. He couldn't possibly know what that meant, could he? Years ago, Hwoarang's more personal friends had given him the nickname 'virgin girl' when they found out that he was saving himself for someone. For some reason it stuck with him, but the last thing he needed was for it to spread outside of his close circle of friends and for other people to know what it implied. No. Screw other people, he just didn't want Jin to know.
"That... That's just a meaningless nickname. I'd rather you stuck to calling me Hwoarang." He got on the bed, and stretched out on one side before grinning at his rival. "And I'm not gonna sleep on the floor, buddy."
Jin seemed to consider that for a moment. "Nah, I think Cheonyeo has a much better ring to it." He smirked innocently, before adding, "So what does that mean, then? Where did you plan for me to sleep?" Hwoarang watched the Japanese's elegant fingers move over to the zipper of the dark blue hooded jacket the man was wearing, slowly pulling it down to reveal a thin blue and black shirt. Unsurprisingly, the blue parts underneath were shaped into flames licking up the black muscular torso. It was total eye candy, and worth more than a second glance as the Korean tried not to be too obvious about his interest.
"There's enough room here for the both of us, isn't there? No big deal." He somehow managed to peel his eyes off that killer body and focused them on his rival's face instead. Suddenly remembering he was still in his clubwear, he groaned and lazily climbed up off the bed. "I can't sleep in this shit. What the hell was I thinking?"
With a shake of his head and a little chuckle, the Japanese watched the redhead's expression for a moment, before moving closer, sliding an arm around to the Korean's back. "You know, Blood Talon," Jin started in a soft whisper, resting his index finger on Hwoarang's lower lip, slowly sliding it down to his chin, "I think there's something you aren't telling me."
Feeling as though he had been shocked with a 5000 volt cattle prod, Hwoarang gawked at Jin. After a few unbearable seconds of thinking he had died and gone to an alternate dimension where Jin Kazama actually wanted him, he realized it was probably just a really screwed up way of taunting. If that bastard wanted to play hardball, he could humour him for a little while.
In a similar tone, he responded, "Yeah. How very observant of you, Sherlock." He gave an over-exaggerated sigh followed by a theatrical confession. "I just can't take it anymore! I'm in love with you Mr. Holmes! I want to nail your ass into oblivion! That's what you were hoping to hear isn't it?"
Smirking confidently, Jin refused to let his eyes wander further than the Korean's cheeks. "I see someone is struggling a bit with their emotions." He sighed before retracting his hands, sliding his jacket off. When he proceeded to unbutton his shirt carefully, the redhead couldn't help but stare hungrily at the muscular cleavage, jaw dropping to leave his mouth wide open.
As if on cue, Jin continued in a friendly tone. "Look, Cheonyeo, I appreciate that you let me stay the night. Your bed looks warm and inviting too, but... Sherlock Holmes? I look like a pipe smoker to you?" He laughed lightly, a warm, friendly laughter that made the redhead ease up a little.
"Well I don't know. What do pipe smokers look like?" Hwoarang cleared his throat and moved toward his dresser to find something comfortable enough to sleep in. Part of him wanted to make it sexy, but there was no need to give anyone more of a reason to taunt him. "Alright, Mr. Chippendale, do you want the left or the right side of the bed?"
The answer was given by him being spun around, a tongue quickly delving into his mouth for a moment. Every place it touched sent a shiver racing down his spine, before it ended too soon. Much to soon. Jin released him, before moving back to sit on the bed, checking the springs in the process. "Obviously, I can tell you want it. I'm all for a bit of fun with the hot Mr. Cheonyeo too, as long as you're keeping to my two rules. You deserve that much, really." He stretched for a bit, watching the redhead's expression for a moment. "Although if now is not a good time, no pressure."
Maybe it was an alternate dimension after all. He leaned back against the dresser as he considered Jin. There was no doubt what exactly that man was talking about, but it still seemed so weird that it could actually happen. Either that man was incredibly arrogant - and rightly so - or he was incredibly cruel. A little of both?
Hwoarang crossed his arms and pushed himself toward the man. He had to know one way or another. "And what are these rules you speak of?"
That apparently gave him a smirk again. The pause made the Korean's heart beat faster, perhaps intentional on Jin's part. "Rule number one: My ass is off limits. That's the permanent one. Rule number two is whatever I decide it to be in any given moment." He pushed to his feet, glancing at the window for a split second, before returning his attention to the redhead. "That's how I do things. If you're not interested, no hard feelings."
"So number two basically means whatever you say goes, huh? You really are a control freak, aren't you?" He scowled, wondering which was the safer route. Would he never get the chance again if he made Jin wait? For some reason it was starting to feel like more of a business deal. "Alright, as long as you don't go too far with that second rule."
Jin pondered that for a moment. "Considering you're saving me from a cold night outside, I'll go easy on the second rule. This time." He took a few casual steps towards the door, before glancing over his shoulder. "I can hold your friend to that offer of lube, right? Certainly sounded like it..."
That would be one way to finally get rid of that stupid nickname. Still trying to process what was going on, the Korean sat on the bed and laid back, staring at the ceiling as he answered. "They've got plenty of that stuff to spare, so I doubt it would be any problem at all... Well I'm pretty sure I'm sobered up now."
"Okay." The Japanese chuckled briefly before clearing his throat. "Back in a bit. Rule number two: Don't take anything off. I'll deal with your clothes when I've got the lube sorted." With that, he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

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After listening for noise, Jin headed for the stairs, realising the others were still downstairs. He was quite satisfied with the progress; the evening would surely be quite a bit more fun than he had thought when he spotted the Tekken Force. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he let out a little cough to attract attention. "Ha Neul, got a minute?"
Upon noticing the Japanese, Ha Neul got up from the couch and tilted his head in question. "Of course. There's always a minute to spare for the infamous Jin Kazama. What can I do for you, man?"
Smirking lightly, Jin settled for a joking tone. "Infamous? What is it that guy has said anyway... " He raised his eyebrows before having his smirk broaden considerably. "You know, I thought I'd show him some appreciation. Perhaps you still have a bit of lube to spare?"
"Yes! I knew it! You owe me 7, pops!" Straight after the victorious shout, Jae Sun emitted a rolling laughter, turning his head to face Jin only for a couple of seconds. He winked at him and gave him a thumbs up, before turning back to his computer screen. It took the Japanese about a second to realise that they had made a bet about whether he and Hwoarang would get to it. Not quite sure whether that should annoy him, he decided he'd give them the benefit of the doubt. A roof, a warm bed, a virgin to fuck... Jin was officially in a good mood.
With a defeated groan, the tall Korean went around to the kitchen for only a second before reappearing with a small bottle in his hand. He handed the stuff to Jin and gave a lazy smile. "I always lose those bets. Oh well, you guys have fun up there."
The Japanese bowed politely when receiving the bottle. "I'm sure we will." As soon as he could turn around without feeling rude, he headed back upstairs to Hwoarang's room. Just thinking about the redhead brought a touch of lust to his chest.
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