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Twisted Affair	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The hours passed far too quickly. Shopping had never been a fun way to spend time, but for once he had greatly enjoyed it. Hwoarang had taken Jin to his favourite places and had made him try on all kinds of hot things. It was fun while it lasted, even if they weren't exactly getting along like normal people. Even if they were rivals or enemies, it was better than nothing.
He hated the idea that the guy was just putting up with him because of a sense of obligation, but it was unreasonable to expect someone with Mishima blood to ever feel anything besides just that. But caring about something as meaningless as that was just plain ridiculous, and he tried to push the thoughts aside as he walked down the forest path. Bugs and plants were everywhere, and both seemed to be jumping out of nowhere to trip or bite him. Those branches seemed to be doing both, and he had half a mind to scratch back at them.
They were on their way to the 'specific place' to do some weird hippie stuff. It was in the middle of nowhere, surprise surprise, and Hwoarang didn't understand why any place in the forest wouldn't do; but apparently it was important to be very specific. Maybe something about the stars alignment, or a special tree to the east of the sun's position at the witching hour, or some other creepy hippie reason? Hwoarang had to work hard to make Jin agree to take him there in the first place.
The convincing had sounded a lot like; "Oh come on! If you get in a jam, a beartrap, or an ambush, you'll regret blowing me off, you know!" and when that excuse was denied, he had to stoop a little lower. "Fine. If you won't let me help you, I'll sooo stalk you." Whether out of annoyance, amusement, or some other idea that occured to the Japanese, that had seemed to work.
A fly that had to be about the size of a cat - slight exaggeration - landed on Hwoarang's finger and took a nice big bite out of him. He, in turn, swatted at it but missed. With that distraction, he got swiped across the cheek by a jagged branch. After snapping the end of the branch right off and throwing it at the tree trunk, he cursed and gingerly touched his new battle scar to find it bleeding a little. "I fucking hate trees."
The area seemed all the same to him, but the Japanese walked with great determination. A bit put off with the lack of response, the redhead nevertheless kept following - the guy had been like that for most of the walk, and had said it'd take them over half an hour. Following behind like a loyal dog was annoying enough as it was, but in theory, he had been doing that for a couple years anyway.
Hwoarang watched the man's back for awhile, willing him to say something, but it seemed his psychic abilities were failing him. Eventually, he settled with giving the body a nice thorough once-over... and then a twice-over. Just as he was beginning to enjoy the silence and the fresh air, he promptly got into another battle with a bush that had seemingly come out of nowhere. And places like this were supposed to be relaxing? What was so relaxing about tripping over uneven earth and plants and being devoured by who-knows what?
"Jin," He finally piped up, "we've been walking forever. Where the hell are we going? Africa?"
Turning over his shoulder as he kept walking, the Japanese looked at him. There was something distant about that gaze though, as if neither of them were really there. "We're almost there now." The redhead almost expected the guy to trip; after all, they were walking up a slope littered with obstacles. Then he remembered what a nature freak he was with and shrugged. Jin was probably talking to the plants as they went.
A little while further up, the Japanese stopped. For a moment he just stood there, but then he stretched his arms out to the sides and closed his eyes. The hippie stuff was about to begin, obviously. As he tried to follow without any more accidents, nature just had to get in one more cheap shot and a group of rocks came loose as he stepped on them, sending him tumbling down after Jin. There had to be some way to get his attention without getting in trouble, but he was beginning to get the idea that he could set himself on fire and run around singing show tunes and the guy would still barely look at him.
With an iritated scowl at the slope, he got back to his feet and dusted himself off. "So this is it? What makes this place any different from the other areas we passed?"
There was no immediate reaction, but eventually Jin blinked and looked at him. The distant gaze hardened quickly to a rather angry glare before the guy blinked again and looked away. "Ssssshhh..." The raven-haired man gradually got down into a meditation pose, holding his hands to the sides palms up.
"Oh I get it, you're meditating so you need peace and quiet. Why would you come all the way out here to this shithole just to do that? Jesus this is fucking lame." Hwoarang shook his head, mostly just defensive about being shushed. "What the fuck is all this about anyway? When are you gonna give me some real answers?"
At least that gave him more of a reaction. The other man got to his feet before moving over towards him. The guy appeared sincerely annoyed, and stopped mere inches away from him. "I didn't want you to come. You spent what, half an hour arguing so you could? I said it would be boring for you. Some real answers? What happened to doing as you are told?"
"What do you mean 'what happened'? I haven't done anything wrong." He crossed his arms, glaring with insult. "I just want to know what the hell is going on. How the hell can I do anything that you tell me to do if I don't understand why?"
Jin paused while scowling at the other man. "It was a bad idea to let you come." Sighing, he turned away and moved over to a moss-covered spot, sitting down. "You understood all too well that I need you to be quiet for when I meditate. You interrupted me with that very sentence! What is this, sabotage?"
"Now you're just being paranoid. I have no reason to sabotage you. I just want to know what you're really doing all this for and why those people are after you, so that I won't get in the way later... and... interrupting you seems to be the only way I can get you to look at me, so really, it's your own fault." Deciding that was a sufficient excuse, the Korean flashed a grin and sat down beside Jin.
After pondering that for a moment, the Japanese took a deep breath. "You want my attention? Fine." He patted his lap with his hand. "There's room for your head here. Then we can give each other some answers. That may be overdue anyway."
With a curious tilt of the head, Hwoarang studied the man's face for a moment to make sure there was no hint that it was a trick. He turned and laid down on his back to comfortably rest his head in the guy's lap. He gazed up and yawned lazily. "Alright hot stuff, start talking."
Jin's hand gently traced his hair before he started talking. "The reason I'm reluctant to talk about these things is because the more you know, the more danger you'll be in if we're figured out. If you're sure you want to know, I'll tell you when you've told me your side of this. Why are you here and supposedly helping?"
"You're too suspicious, Kazama. Is it too hard to believe that maybe I'm just the kinda guy who likes to be nice and help out my fellow citizen?" He tried to keep a straight face while saying that, but after two seconds, he suddenly broke into a fit of laughter. "Ok, ok, maybe that's not it, but it's not like I'm trying to hustle you or anything, so why does it matter why I'm here?"
The smirk on the raven-haired man's face told him that he wasn't the only one finding that amusing. It didn't take long until it vanished again, though. "If you want me to trust you enough to tell you what I know, a good start would be giving me a fair idea what kind of help I should expect and for how long. Why you're so hell-bent on helping out would certainly start to shed some light into that."
That was a fair reason, but he couldn't think of a good answer. Telling the truth completely was out of the question, but maybe he could tell a sort of half-truth. If only he was more creative. "Well, the truth is I don't wanna let anything bad happen to you. I wanna do what I can to make sure you are around when I can finally get the chance to kick your ass." He reached up carressed the mans cheek before adding, "Besides, I wouldn't want anyone to mess up that pretty face of yours."
"Then you being here now is a really bad idea. It certainly doesn't help me get things done, and the longer I take, the more danger I will be in." The serious expression gave way for a friendly grin as the Japanese jokingly added, "Besides, now that your ass is mine, I'd say we have moved on from kicking."
"You see, that's where I disagree with you. My ass may be yours now, but one day yours will be mine. Maybe once you give me some answers, instead of slowing you down, I could help speed the process up. I'm not completely useless, ya know." Hwoarang watched a bird in a tree branch above for a moment before frowning and looking away. He had doubts he could ever make Jin tell him the complete truth, but it was worth a shot anyway.
"You know, I'm really tired of your obsession with my ass." He said that as if he was offended, and looked away shortly after. It took a while before he turned back with a deep sigh. "You could be of great help in due time, I'm not denying that. However, two problems: If we're seen together, you might get in serious trouble, and second, you don't strike me as the kind of person who would hide behind me when told to. And since I don't want to see you shot, that limits for how long you can stay around me."
Not wanting him to be shot was at least something coming from a Mishima, although maybe it was nothing coming from a Kazama. The Korean scowled and sat up, wanting to look at Jin from eye level. "Dude, I was in the fucking military. I think I can handle a little combat and I've been trained to avoid being shot, believe it or not. I've already given you answers, so now it's your turn."
The impatience of the Japanese was getting increasingly obvious. "You know as well as I do that your answers were vague at best. But ok," Jin sighed loudly again before continuing, "I'll tell you the basic idea. I'm here to look for something. When I find it, I'll get out of here. It's really bad to stay around, because the Tekken Force apparently figured out yesterday that I'm here. That should tell you who's after me as well." The raven-haired man stared at him with a gaze telling him that further digging would be unwelcome, and it was an easy guess to make that he felt the meditation had been postponed long enough.
Being somewhat indignant about Jin's impatience, Hwoarang got up and turned his back in disrespect for a moment as he considered what he had been told. The Zaibatsu inserting itself into the situation was normal, no matter who was running it. Even he knew it was a bad idea to get involved with problems in the Mishima family, but he had never made a habit of making good decisions, and wasn't about to start.
So he took a seat near a big tree and watched his rival. "The Tekken Force? This should be one heck of a fun ride... Alright, I won't interrupt anymore until you're done."
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The afternoon had turned out rather effective once they had talked things through a bit. Hwoarang had set up the tent for him, and then helped him search for the right place. They hadn't found anything, but they had covered a larger area than he would've been able to do alone, and besides, his meditation seemed to bring him closer to a breakthrough; perhaps the day after, he'd know more about where to find the amulet. Whereas not exactly overjoyed, Jin felt rather satisfied.
When it got too dark to search, the Korean had patiently waited for him to complete an extended meditation session, before using exactly that as leverage for convincing the Japanese that they should go back to the duplex to sleep. Jin had tried to make Hwoarang go alone, offering to meet him the day after if he was so inclined, but eventually had caved to the combined attraction of warmth, safety and an expectation of more goodwill from the redhead's side. Especially as the guy very clearly insisted that he wasn't trying to get laid.
His companion had complained his way back through the forest, but not quite as persistently as earlier. When they finally got on the motorcycle, Hwoarang was beaming; so much that Jin had a faint hope the guy wouldn't be following him the day after. His optimism even made him start thinking up things he could ask the redhead for that wouldn't involve going back into the forest, but mostly for fun; he didn't expect to get anywhere with it.
They stepped off the bike, and Jin took the bag off his back. He had left most of his stuff in the tent; nobody would walk around in a place like that anyway. He had only brought his new toothbrush and a change of clothes; a rather cheap and plain set, as his wallet had dictated. They had found a leather outfit that Hwoarang absolutely loved to pieces, and Jin thought it looked rather nice as well. However, buying it wasn't an option - it would have costed him a third of his cash. Since he pretty much carried his entire wealth in that wallet, he didn't even consider it once he had seen the price tag.
For some reason, no lights were on - at a quarter past ten, that was rather surprising. However, he quickly came to the conclusion that the others weren't home yet, and he was right. Hwoarang left the keys on a table in the living room, before setting off for the kitchen. Jin followed, hoping the plan was to get something to eat. They had bought a bit that they brought into the wilderness, but had forgotten all about eating, and the food was still in the tent now.
Hwoarang moved to the fridge and stared into it indecisively. His red hair fell into his face as he studied the options. Just as it finally was looking like he was going to choose something, he suddenly closed the fridge and opened the freezer. "That's it. They're never buying the food again. Don't even have any fucking avocados... But I see they weren't stingy on the junk food." He sighed and shook his head as he went back to the fridge and pulled out some pre-made sushi. "Want wasabi?"
By the looks of it, great effort had gone into preparing that, and Jin would've been tempted even if there was a choice. Now, the response was obvious. "Sure, that looks delicious." He sat down on the closest chair, keeping his attention on Hwoarang; he had learned beyond doubt that the other man preferred it that way, and thought he'd be nice for now. With luck, there wouldn't be more arguing before sleep either - he could do with a bit of proper rest.
"Left-overs are never delicious." He pulled a little container of wasabi and soya sauce out and put it on the table. After setting out two plates and two pairs of chopsticks, he finally took a seat and blinked at Jin with the beginnings of a smirk pulling at his lip. "So this is the trick. Offer you food and suddenly all eyes on me?"
Ok, so that was the reward for concern. Doing what the other man wanted from him meant he had to explain himself? It was starting to feel like a pattern; allowing the guy to come to the mountain had been a bad idea to begin with, but he actually wouldn't have put it past Hwoarang to stalk him there anyway, so there was little use of refusing. At least he'd been promised - and had received - a bit of help. With a shrug, Jin smirked lightly at the Korean before turning his attention to the food.
Before the redhead could speak again, he was cut off by the door opening and someone noisily making their way into the place. There was muttering and laughing in the other room before the two roommates appeared in the doorway. The taller one came around to the table upon noticing them and snatched a piece of sushi off Hwoarang's plate. His electric blue tipped hair was spiked up, and the front few spikes had curved down into his face, either on purpose or not.
"I didn't even get to see you guys yet today. I'd have thought after your rough-housing you'd want to sleep in a little. Or are you a morning bird now, Cheonyeo - oh I'm sorry, I guess I can't call you that anymore. Let me think about that." Ha Neul smirked over at his companion, Jae Sun. "Think Majja would be a fitting replacement for him, Bunny?"
The smaller man appeared to be in a rather good mood, leaning against the door frame with a broad grin on his face. "I think Cheonyeo is good, for old times' sake... it's the thought that counts, ya know! But if he wants a new one, Jeongnam should still fit. Except," a mischevious smirk spread across his face with a friendly chuckle, "given he's found himself a Japanese mate, how about Uke?"
"How about kiss my ass?" Hwoarang scowled and swatted his friend's hand away from his plate. "If you want to eat, get your own plate.... Just because I was on the bottom once doesn't mean I'm going to stay there."
Ha Neul clicked his tongue sympathetically as he reached out to pet the red hair. "Now, now. There's nothing wrong with being an uke, I happen to like ukes very much and I'm sure your seme knows what I'm talking about."
Keeping his attention mostly on the food, Jin had half a mind to watch his back before the Koreans would invite him to a foursome. The sentiment got more weight when he caught Jae Sun winking at him. If it had been high school, he'd have taken that as an invitation, but right now was not an occasion where such things should be taken seriously. Not that he'd be interested anyway, he told himself. Being regarded as a sex object somehow felt a bit less amusing than it did the day before, even though right now, it seemed that any male in range would be considered in the same way.
"I don't care what you like, you horny fuck. I'm not an uke." Once again Ha Neul's hand was swatted away, and Hwoarang got up from his seat and went to the fridge again to get out four beers. As he dropped them on the table, he shot a glare at Jae Sun. "And don't think I didn't see that, buddy."
The smaller man left immediately, and Jin wondered whether he had gotten embarrassed. That theory was soon disposed of when the guy returned with a deck of cards in his hand. "Alright! Beer and poker it is, then! You all got your wallets?"
With a bright smile, Ha Neul went back around to the smaller man and gave him a playful hug from behind. "Yes! Let's play poker... But I'm broke, so lets play strip pokey instead."
Apparently not liking that idea, Hwoarang closed the container with the sushi, grabbed his plate and headed out of the room toward the stairs. He paused halfway there and turned to look at Jin. "Let's finish eating in my room. I don't know about you, but I have no desire to end this day drunk, naked, and out of money... And you bastards can start calling me Hwoarang."
The blue-tipped man stared innocently at Jin before shaking his head. "We have to put up with that every day. Don't you pity us? ... Well, Bunny, we could always play 'Go Fish'?"
Wasting no time, Jae Sun quickly sat down next to the Japanese, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Alright, with the wet blanket out of the room, we can have some fun, can't we?" Jin brushed the arm away with a sigh, and stood up. The shorter man laughed a bit before adding, "You're no fun, are you?"
Just like the redhead, he took his plate with him. On his way out of the room, Jin stopped and raised his eyebrows. "Good night." He turned and made his way towards Hwoarang's room, making a mental note that the next time a room here was offered, he'd have to think long and hard about it before accepting. Those guys were getting more annoying, and he could see where that was headed unless he did something stupid. And he didn't feel like doing something stupid.
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Those bastards. Where did they get off embarrassing him in front of his rival like that? The one man he wanted to respect him, they had to go and make a fool out of him while the guy was right there! If it was two years ago, he would have so kicked their asses right there, but there was really no need to humiliate himself further. What was wrong with them? But after thinking about it for a moment, he knew if he was in their position, he'd mock them to the ends of the earth.
Tossing the container of sushi onto his bedside table, he sat down and sighed, running a hand through his red hair only to pull a twig out. Everything on him smelled like plants and it felt like he had dirt up to his ankles in his socks. Even though the wilderness was the last place in the world he wanted to spend his time alone with Jin, he still was glad he got a little out of the man. That was at least more than he had accomplished in all of his time tailing the guy. Now all there was left to find out was what the guy was looking for and why, but before that, he wanted something else.
He watched Jin enter the room and smirked at the sight. All that work and fresh air had made him just a touch horny, and seeing the man in his bedroom wasn't helping matters at all. "You know, we could play our own private game of strip poker... Without the cards."
The Japanese rolled his eyes before he closed the door. "Oh, don't you start as well," he groaned, before sitting down in a chair. After a deep sigh, he expanded, "I guess you were right. It may be cute for a couple of minutes, but if they're like that all the time..." Glancing casually at the window, he resumed eating.
"They're going out of their way to be annoying because you're here. I've been talking about you for so long I guess I shouldn't blame them, but I do anyway." He frowned suddenly. Why couldn't he start if he wanted to? "Come on, you can't honestly tell me you have absolutely no interest in sex right now, can you?"
A thoughtful expression settled in Jin's face while he chewed absent-mindedly. His attention again drifted to the darkness outside for a while. Much too long in Hwoarang's opinion. He was about to demand a response when the Japanese finally turned back to face him. "What is it you have told them anyway? Why do they call me infamous?"
Hwoarang paused, praying to whatever god, angel, devil or entity out there that he wasn't blushing. Normally he didn't tell them anything they would tease him about, but there had been many a time where the three roomies had gotten drunk together. He wasn't exactly as quiet about his infatuations when he was drunk. "Uh... I told them how much I wanted to kick your ass, about how we tied and about your little girlfriend following you around, etc etc. The usual..."
After considering that, the Japanese snorted. "Bullshit," he shook his head lightly, "that's not it." He idly slid a hand through his hair, pulling back a few of the stray bangs, before turning his attention back to the sushi. Judging by the appetite and how little there was left of it, he obviously liked it.
"What does it matter what I said about you? I barely remember anyway. I was drunk most of the time, and I say stupid things when I'm drunk. I'm just lucky I didn't say anything stupid last night, but I wasn't nearly as drunk as I had gone out to get. Now quit changing the subject." He got up and moved toward the Japanese, letting his eyes wander that body with unmasked interest. "There's gotta be something I can do to turn you on."
Jin smirked vaguely as he left his now empty plate on the dresser. "There certainly is, but satisfying my fetishes is not your kind of thing. Believe me. And even if you did, there's no way I'm letting you top. Rule number one always applies." He stretched his arms and a yawn forced itself out, before Hwoarang again lost the battle for Jin's attention to his apparently formidable competition - the window.
"Always? That's hardly fair." Hwoarang glared at the window, just slightly jealous. "You know, if you actually had someone who quietly obeyed your rules and did everything your way, I bet you'd get really bored quicker than you think. Would you at least give me a chance?"
Taking a deep breath, the raven-haired man got to his feet, looking over at the Korean. "Rule number one goes quietly. Rule number two without a word? Yes, that'd get really boring." His insistent voice lightened somewhat after he paused to shrug for a bit. "Without enthusiasm, it's hard to turn me on. Look, I know and I accept that it's not your thing. It's not like I'm telling you that you should go out of your way to satisfy me and turn me on. What I want is to sleep, and that was what you invited me here for."
Hwoarang's brow furrowed and he shook his head adamantly. "You can't just say it's not my thing. How the hell do you know what isn't my thing when I don't even know what my thing is? Maybe it is my thing! I can be the bottom again, I don't care about that right now." He angrily grabbed the container that held the sushi, and put the plates and chopsticks inside it before neatly setting it out in the hallway to remind himself to bring it down later.
When he turned around, the Japanese rammed his spirited eyes into his. "I'll get turned on when I tie you up and you call me 'Master' like you mean it. I'll get turned on when you let me do what I want to your body and you talk dirty to top it off. When we have an understanding that no matter what I tell you to do, you'll do it, I will fuck you and enjoy every second of it." Jin yawned again and sat down on the bed. "See, now you know what a mean, deviant control freak I am. Are you ready to sleep yet?"
That was certainly unexpected, and yet, not surprising. Maybe the guy had more Mishima in him than he was willing to admit. Hwoarang crossed his arms and turned back to the raven-haired man. "No, I'm not fucking ready to sleep." He moved toward Jin, contemplating giving the guy a good smack to smarten him up. He knew the Japanese was just trying to shut him up to get some rest, and that was exactly why he had to keep going. Whatever came out of his mouth now was pure improvisation. "Maybe I don't mind us waking up when you want, and leaving when you want and fucking the way you want, but the least you could do is stop treating me like a fucking obligation."
The raven-haired man shook his head, before giving him a feeling gaze. "You actually meant what you said when you called it a 'thank-you fuck'? You're wrong. I fucked you because I wanted to, not because I thought I had to." He paused for a bit, grazing his own throat with his fingers. If the guy did that to turn the Korean on, he was being his usual cruel self... "Look, I'm almost certain you don't want to fuck the way I want. That's because you don't have it in you to show me the respect I want. I'm not saying I deserve it either! But should you prove me wrong, I shall be a very happy man."
Somehow that man made him sound like he was the one with the issues. Of course it was true, it did seem that way, and it did bother him, but it wasn't supposed to actually be said out loud that it was a problem. "Listen to me. I don't need you or anyone else to reassure me like I'm some fucking prima donna! Say whatever the fuck you want, but talk is cheap, and it would be stupid of me to trust the words of a Mishima anyway."
Dark eyes turned to ice before the other man got to his feet. His unsteady breath betrayed that he didn't like that. At all. "That is not my name. Besides, I'm the honest one here. You're the one who lied, saying you didn't want to get laid tonight." He took a step closer, scowling indignantly at the Korean.
That was the last straw. Treating him like a nuisance was one thing, but a liar was unacceptable. "I didn't say I didn't want to get laid. I only said that's not why I wanted you to come back with me." Hwoarang returned the scowl before shoving Jin onto the bed, and quickly getting on to straddle him. He pushed the man's arms down with his knees, and leaned over. It wasn't a full blown fight so he saw no need to be too careful; Jin wouldn't hurt him. He decided to push the limits further by letting his teeth daringly graze the man's ear and whispering seductively, "I'll call you whatever the fuck I want, bitch. Rule number one: Your ass is mine."
Jin's muscles immediately tensed up. With a snarl, he pushed back up with force, and once he got some momentum, it was hopeless to hold him down. Hwoarang was sent tumbling onto the floor before the man stormed off, slamming the door behind him, without sparing the redhead as much as a glance.
Hwoarang groaned, somewhat exaggerating the pain to the empty room. With an irritated sigh, he got back up and started out of the room, running after Jin. "What are you doing running away so soon? The party just started, and I haven't even shown you my best move!" He ran down the stairs, taking them three at a time. "Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners? Get back here!"
Picking up his bag, Jin headed over to the front door. He stepped outside before he turned around. "You disrespectful little shit..." He clenched his fists, steaming with anger. "If you do anything remotely similar to this again, I'll break your legs." With that, he turned back, walking quickly away into the night.
"Asshole..." The Korean leaned against the wall right outside the door, watching his rival get farther away. He crossed his arms, glaring resentfully into the darkness, not even looking away as he sensed his friend step outside next to him. "I don't need him. He can get eaten alive by a pack of pandas for all I care."
Ha Neul leaned against the wall and gazed out curiously in the same direction, but there was nothing left to see but darkness. As he handed the redhead a beer, he decidedly spoke up, "I don't think pandas travel in packs..."
Having abandoned his internet poker, a rare event in itself, Jae Sun made his way to the front door. He didn't say anything, just looking at the redhead with a concerned frown on his face.
Slowly guilt was beginning to creep in on the contempt. That bastard had it coming, but at the same time, maybe he shouldn't have pushed it that far. Whoever was in the wrong, he didn't wanna think about it anymore, for fear that he'd actually start wanting to apologise. That was out of the question. "I don't care if they're in packs, herds, flocks, planes or trains, so long as they eat him."
"I guess that means we should get out the mop and the wood polisher, huh?" A grin spread across the man's face as he winked at Jae Sun. "I think the two of you should clean up in the nude. That'd be so sexy!"
Jae Sun smirked lazily at the habitual joke. "Me cleaning? You should go easy on that stuff you're smoking." He paused, before chuckling lightly, "but the way you were checking out that guy, perhaps me and our redhaired friend should get nude somewhere nice and private..."
"Mmm, your ideas always turn me on." Ha Neul wrapped his arms around the smaller man and playfully nuzzled his neck. "Maybe we can get in that game of strip poker after all."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes at the two and growled with frustration as he pushed away from the wall and shoved past them to get inside. "You guys are sickening. Get a fucking room and leave me out of your perverted little fantasies. I'm going to sleep... after I do the dishes."
Trying to snake his way out of the older man's grasp, Jae Sun pouted playfully. "Alright, pops, this has cost me enough money by now, let go. Although... I bet you another 7000 that our roommate will apologise eventually. That could cover it."
"He wants Mr. Seme to get eaten by pandas. That 7000 is mine!" With one last stolen kiss, he finally let go and looked back into the darkness where the man left. "I won't miss him. I'm the alpha male around here."

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260
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MMishima: Interesting - it's a matter of perspective, I guess. I have found writing Jin as a bottom a whole lot harder, especially if the seme would be a selfish, rude badass. Which way is easier depends greatly on how an author sees the characters she or he uses in the story, so to each their own! :)
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