Meeting under a rainy sky

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The mood in the room was rather tensed, but it was one of the calmest meetings they had ever since they were first introduced. The red-haired korean was the last one who spoke. His brown eyes were locked in Kazama's and he was not about to move. He barely stopped looking in order to blink, but even then, all his attention was carefully posed upon the other man. He was scrutinizing his every movement to find a reaction to his last words. Sadly, at first, there was nothing. Not a sign of approval, not a sign of denial, no disgust, no surprise. Only the blank expression of someone knowing everything already. "Well. You don't agree?"

Only at that moment did Jin flinch, he had forgotten up to the presence of his rival, it seemed. His eyes were staring deep inside Hwoarang's, but his thoughts were far far away. "Well, I... I don't know..."Hwoarang let the tea-making aside even if he still wanted to drink something hot, there were some more serious matters on the table than his damp clothes. His steps were quiet yet quick as he walked toward Jin, the room was small enough to be crossed very rapidly anyways. Carefully putting a knee on the edge of the bed, he leaned forward with a light grin, stopping two inches away from the brown-haired's face. His wet hair were daddling before his eyes yet he did not mind, he did not care about that right now. "So tell me. What do you believe this bond to be? I could always use a professional opinion on the matter...." he trailed off, wanting Jin to question himself about what he meant with that. His smile was strange, and the look in his eyes was not decipherable that easily. How could care and anger blend so well in one being?

"I don't know!" Jin answered once more. He was not surprised by the face so close to his, he was used in seeing those brown eyes intently watching him. This time his eyes wandered away from the face, looking down to the white sheets he was sitting on. Uncrossing his arms, he let a hand move over to the blanket, so he slifted his weight while pondering the matter. "Let's say... we enjoy similar thing. I think our bond resides in the way we are alike yet entirely different." That did not mean anything, when you too time to analyze what was said.

Hwoarang got suddenly discouraged with the situation, he let out a furstrated sigh and walked to the window. Rain was still falling rapidly, the droplets hitting the glass mercilessly. He leaned his hand on the edge of the window and his nose agaisnt it. It felt cold compared to the warm room."Not that many people can feel both hate and love for the same person, you sure are right about that. We are very alike yet different." He did not bother to look back to Jin.

"Love?" Now he was caught off-guards. Though the surprise did not show in his features, it was obvious in the tone of his voice. "I would probably not go that far..." But did he mean those words?

"Is that so? Well, feel free to leave if you are thinking me mad, wrong or whatever." Anger wanted to rise in his blood once more, that strength to fight the Kazama as they always did. He had did everything he could in order to hold back since they had met back in the street.

As he heard the japanese stand up, Hwoarang let out a soft sigh and slouched slightly. He closed his eyes and leaned his head down so his forehead would touch the still-cold window. He wondered if he should have spoken those words, but he knew himself not to be the type to regret things. They would meet again, and this time the anger would not be stagnant as it was now, and he would want to rip Jin's head off. It always was like that. His concentration drifted away from the room only to listen to the raindrops hitting the window. Over and over again. There was this feeling inside of him, those butterflies in his bellies that made him wonder what was wrong with him. These fingers tickling his inside were the weirdest touch he had felt. Was it true, was it what he called so carelessly 'love'? Heck with it, Jin would be gone soon.

"...Maybe you are right..." The warm breath agaisnt his round ear startled him, but the words were simply shocking. There was something in the voice that he had never heard. Something he never imagined. Jin sounded so... intimate. This whisper sent a shiver through his spine. Hwoarang barely felt the body close to his, there was a inch between them. "... maybe it is love." Oh those sweet words were just so wrong pronounced by Jin, mostly in that voice taht was almost sensual, almost too intimate. Hwoarang turned his head slowly to smile to the other man, a soft smile on his lips, he was proud to have managed to provoke such looks to the japanese: With his closed eyes and his calm features, Jin truly looked like another man, a man who was ready to love and be loved.

Hwoarang turned around very slowly, to face the one he considered his rival, the one who was making him feel so odd inside. He did not speak a word, he did not know what to say, for he did not expect that at all. He expected Jin to turn around and walk away, like he always did when they were at this part of their story that they had to speak. When moves were no longer enough and that words were needed. No, this time Jin had stood up and acted with his will, letting go of what he thought the rules of society. He plunged his brown eyes into Jin's, not knowing what to say for so long that the silence was earsplitting. "Well!" A smile spread over Hwoarang's features as he looked back to the other man. There he was again, above everything and ready to move on to something else. The main surprise was passed now, and he was ready to exploit what he had just discovered about the Mishima heir. "Let's see. I'm surprise we actually agree on something, but now... let's say it is. When do you think it started?" He leaned lazily agaisnt the window, at least his shirt was dry, but he still felt the dampness of his pants and hair, he could barely imagine how Jin was feeling. The said character was quite close, closer than he had thought him to be when he heard the whisper, but he did not mind about it. Now that he was leaning back, it gave a certain space between them.

"I would be tempted to say when we first met. Those are not things that are spoken easily, and both timing and situation were definitly against us." There was no such thing as hesitation in his voice, but the whispering tone made it sound ever more so serious.

"But they are spoken eventually, and lived." Hwoarang added with a careful smile. "You know, you should put yourself more comfortable, you must be freezing in those wet clothes." Where did that come from? Hard to tell... the korean's thoughts were always so mixed up it was hard to point out the precise origin of some words. "...or I could fix it my own way."

"Your own way?" Jin did not sound surprise again. It made the korean boy wonder if there was even any to surprise him. He knew what the explanation was, but he wanted to hear it from the lovely face he was seeing. After all, Hwoarang had not stopped asking stupid question since the beginning, so it was time for a soft revenge. It was one of the first times he stopped to look at his rival, something he could not do in the middle of a fight, or when hunted down by Mishima's boys. Sure thing is that he was somewhat beautiful. Jin carefully placed a hand on the window, feeling the cold of it on his skin, that made him lean closer to Hwoarang.

"Well, you know..." a feral grin was given before Hwoarang let his nimble fingers roam over Jin's chest. He tangled them to the zipper of the wet overshirt and pulled it down very slowly. "Why not make it worthwhile, while we're at it... I'm not gonna spend energy getting new clothes without enjoying it a little." He was quite the playful type, but he had been thinking over this for quite a time now. His fingers rested there for a moment, not moving once the shirt was opened. That's until he decided to touch the skin gently. Surprised, Hwoarang got stop very abruptly by the lips that brushed agaisnt his. They were warm, and soft, yet there was a spicy taste to them. That's not how Hwoarang would have imagined kissing Jin would be, he always suspected he would be the one to insist, or to lead, but it was not the case.
He leant his head agaisnt the window, taking a deep breath in as Jin kissed him. It was merely the beginning of a very long evening, it seemed.

-= To Be Continued =-
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