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14. SGHSJDGHSKJ HWOARANG/JIN (YEAHINTHATORDERthoughtheotherwayaroundisgreattoo) <33333333333 I hate so much when people turn Hwoarang into Jin's whimpery uke and aehgaket it's ALWAYS Hwoarang uke'ing, wtf (or Hwoarang being all "oh hey I'll put up a wussy-ass fight and then oop Jin went Devil-Jin again, ok, I uke now" WTFFFFF. NO. I mean there's a reason you can own anyone with ANYONE in the game, they're all KILLING MACHINES cmon. Hwoarang's one of my favorite characters, I hate when his personality gets raped like that. D: ~~ThoughJiniskindacanonlyangstybutnottotheTEARYUKEEXTREME~~

... /rant

Uhhhh, I had other stuff to respond to but I forgot now.

Using this for the first time, so..

Steve/Hwoarang/Jin triangles FTW. AND I CAN MAKE THIS WORK WITHOUT SEX DAMMIT

How does sex WORK between them?!

I have a huge convoluted epic plotline that could or could not include sex that I could spew out here for you but that would take like HOURS *dies*

But the triangle and/or OT3 could happen! :D

Go ahead. I'm staring at my art history paper and willing it to write itself anyway. *dies*

And I'd LIKE to see that. With or without sex! (I just don't.. see why they'd bother, especially since ALL of them are screwed up enough to like.. not bother with it or need it. *Dies*)

Which now raises my drive to write a Kazuya/Lee mindfuck. .-.

I WILL SPEW IN PRIVATE

HA-HA F!S, NO PLOTLINES FOR J00

LOL PWNED

Copycat. :c ♥ :3

EVERYONE WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU, SOESKAY ♥ \o/

THEY WORSHIP MEEEEE.

It's tough to take criticism from someone like the person I'm addressing in the secret seriously when their interpretation of the couple goes something like:

Jin(completely free of Devil's influence): "Ho, Ho, ho. I'm so horny right now, I can't wait to fuck Hwoarang into the mattress once I get back to my hotel room!"

Hwo: *lying on the bed* "OH NOEZ not my virgin ASSHOOOOOLE!!!!" *spreads his legs as far as he can*

Then I'm told that a Hwoarang that's a tough asshole is OOC?? WTF?

I see more of Hwo/Jin than the other way around (but it could be reversed, so long as neither of them are de-balled in the process.)

Wut. That just... brain... break. Wut.

Hwoarang IS a tough asshole, that's the WHOLE POINT or did they miss that he's been trying to beat Jin for like 359086t3096 YEARS JUST TO PROVE WHAT A TOUGH ASSHOLE HE IS!? *DIES* ISN'T THAT HWOARANG'S ENTIRE STORY? Like Jin ~~beat me~~ got a draw! I gotta beat him!! IM THE SUPERIOR TOUGH ASSHOLE HERE. Hwoarang's like, angry and twitchy and loud and arrogant as hell and just... I don't even know how else to put it, such a typical Korean kkangpae-leader all-around.

And Jin's not even that much of a tough-guy, just kind of dark and sad (and angry but not at like the WORLD, just at the whole Mishima zaibatsu). I mean like, tough but he doesn't... TRY? Y'know? Not like "look at me I'm tough" like Hwoarang, he just IS. And WTF, Jin's lived in a FOREST for like his ENTIRE LIFE, he's not gonna be all OH LOOK BUTTSECKS I'M TOTALLY THE MASTER OF IT LOL. Unless he practiced on like, BEARS or his MOM or something and AUGH aghaekjgahet mental images anyway >>"

:D But but but, you write Hwoa/Jin? Where? Can I read it?

It seems that if you were study the Korean people as a whole, they are (his words not mine) a very quiet and reserved people, therefore - since Hwoarang is Korean - he would be too! Erm... whut? Yes, because he uses polite terminology when addressing Jin that wasn't translated in the English version, that means that he's really a softie, or something like that.
Oh, and Jin is rude to Hwoarang so that means he's a tough asshole. YESH MAM!

he's been trying to beat Jin for like 359086t3096 YEARS JUST TO PROVE WHAT A TOUGH ASSHOLE HE IS!? *DIES* ISN'T THAT HWOARANG'S ENTIRE STORY?

Apparently that was just to fool us, or something. It's not canon, despite how many fans view it as that and how it APPEARS to be canon in their story modes. Nope, EVERYONE is wrong, it seems. Oh, and everyone who disagrees with that notion is a FLAMER and therefore EVIL. I love being lumped into that category, don't you? ^_^

I completely agree with you on this matter (everything above was all facetious, of course). After hearing about how wrong I am from this person, I had to post my secret just to get it OUT.

OH LOOK BUTTSECKS I'M TOTALLY THE MASTER OF IT LOL
Jin is the mackdaddy of none.
*shudders* mental... images... killing my brain... bears? noooooo!

I've sent the links ^_^

It seems that if you were study the Korean people as a whole, they are (his words not mine) a very quiet and reserved people

*DIES* Yeah, as a whole and not even then (I mean I'm part Korean, I'd know). Hwoarang is obviously NOT part of polite society, or did they just forget that part?

'n I'll definitely read those when I get the chance! Randomly, want one of mine in trade? :D

Well, apparently they've got an "inner-Korean" so they know better on that topic than lil' old me who just observed Hwoarang's character to get an idea of how he acts. I try to hammer in that if you're a STREET THUG you won't survive long if you're a pussy! Seems that Korea is magical and different and Hwo is exempt from becoming a tough guy to survive.
*sighs* There's just no arguing with some people, it seems.

</sarcasm>

Oh sure, I'd love to read some Tekken! Link me!

*goes to delete other post out of paranoias sake*

http://grayout.livejournal.com/80314.html

Genfic! :D ~~Withlotsofsubtext~~ *dies* This was the beginning of my Steve/Hwoarang/Jin triangle epic!fic that I never finished. >>"

Ah, it's friends only. Do you post to any sites like aff.net or something?

Man, Steve/Hwoarang/Jin sounds so hot!

*dies* Uhhhh, it's not smut or anything (or even anything sexual at all). I never write smut. >>" Just random characterization. Wonder if it'll fit into an LJ comment... finding out!

Fight me.

No.

Fight me.

No.

Kazama—!

No.

Pause. Then:

Pound pound pound pound FIGHT ME DAMN YOU I’LL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN IF I HAVE TO smash kick smash smash, click, and open—

and then Jin’s standing there looking out at him, leaning against the frame of the door—

—and Hwoarang stares at him, just for a second, mostly in shock, before he’s able to tear his gaze away. But a second is long enough—long enough for the exhaustion to register, the exhaustion that Jin’s managed to conceal in every part of his body except the anger lines, the worry lines, the light-dark-maybe half-circles under his eyes that he can’t erase through sheer force of will. He looks, Hwoarang thinks, staring at the splintering, uncarpeted wooden paneling on the floor outside Jin’s apartment door, like a man who hasn’t slept in a week. Like a man having—maybe living—a waking nightmare.

He looks weak.

Hwoarang hates it.

Jin doesn’t notice.

Hwoarang hates that, too.

Weak, weak, weak. Weak! How the fuck could this guy have beaten him—how could he have let this guy beat him—

You again…

Jin’s carefully neutral voice cuts into his thoughts, and Hwoarang suddenly regrets it all, regrets trying to track Jin down before the tournament began, regrets coming here, regrets demanding a fight, regrets even looking up at Jin—especially since

Yeah. Me. Again.

in a what-you-gonna-do-about-it-punk tone is all that he can salvage from the millions of possible responses blaring at ragespeed through his head. He hears Jin sigh quietly, a noise of resignation, and he looks up, glaring his anger into the pair of carefully unreadable, impossibly guarded dark eyes that meet his own.

They tell him nothing, but he’d been expecting that.

Fucking Japanese.

And he’s almost been expecting the next part, too, when Jin prompts, in a suddenly tired voice that sounds like he’d much rather run and slam the door in his face,

You wanted to fight me.

because Jin, for some reason, Jin, of all people, has always known exactly the right thing to say to tilt Hwoarang off the edge of slightly pissed-off into raving fury.

Yeah, he fucking wanted to fight him. Yeah, he wanted to win. Yeah, he’d been chasing Jin around for over a fucking year, wanting and training his ass off for that rematch that he’d been denied for so long. And hell fucking yeah, did he want to take Jin’s fucking face and grind it into the dirt—but not like this, not like this when Jin obviously couldn’t concentrate, when he obviously wouldn’t get a match with Jin at his peak—who the fuck, what the fuck, did Jin take him for!? Not like this when he couldn’t fucking face the same fighter he’d fucking lost to, not after seeing him like that, not like this when something else—something more important, comes the bitter thought—was distracting the son of a bitch of a bastard from Hwoarang’s moment of triumph—

The same son of a bitch that’s passively, blankly, watching him swearing like a lunatic in Korean now, not understanding a word and apparently lost in his own damn thoughts again.

Kazama!

Jin looks up, startled, and Hwoarang’s fists clench in anger once again as the odd, infuriating fact registers: the fucking bastard has just completely forgotten I’m here.

And just as Hwoarang’s about to call it off—more like blow it off—and say something like I-can’t-fight-you-like-this, or I’ll-come-back-later-and-you-better-be-fucking-ready-next-time, or nevermind-there’s-no-point-in-kicking-the-ass-of-pussies-go-find-your-balls-and-then-we’ll-spar, Jin says

I can’t, right now.

And then he adds,

I’m sorry.

and Hwoarang’s immediate, flaring response, all smartass comebacks instantly forgotten, is

Why the hell not!?

and an absolute silence falls over the hallway.

But Hwoarang can deal with silence. Better than Jin opening his damn mouth and—

Take the win.

—making him explode back into outraged, furious cursing again, in Japanese this time, things he’s picked up in the alleyways of Japan’s night life the last two times he’s been here—hell, making shit up as he goes—and he’s only encouraged by Jin’s eyes widening, narrowing, then hardening.

And then he finally gets it: a reaction that’s not calm, calculated, or like anything he’s been expecting.

You idiot—I might kill you—

I’m not that fucking easy—

You don’t understand—

You don’t understand—you think I’m afraid of—

You’re too damn proud—

I’m too damn proud—

And too stubborn to run the fuck away when you should—

Fuck you, Kazama, I’ll fight you all the way to hell!

And the way that curtain of dark, impenetrable emotionlessness re-closes over Jin’s face and the way Jin half-whispers

Exactly.

makes Hwoarang fall silent again, staring at Jin half in confusion, half in too-fucking-pissed-to-speak.

Jin avoids his eyes.

I don’t have time…

And Hwoarang knows that expression—or at least knows Jin well enough to know what that expression means—and it means that he’s not going to get any answers, no matter how long he stands there and argues, or how many direct damn questions he asks. He knows that expression, the one that tells him that Jin will say everything and anything but the truth. It’s pointless to even wonder.

Fucking Japanese.

You’ll make time, he contents himself with saying, you’ll make time during the next King of the Iron Fist tournament. And you won’t get your ass kicked by anyone else but me, once we meet in the end. That clear?

Sou, Jin replies, a one-syllable response that could mean anything from I-understand-completely to I-haven’t-fucking-heard-a-word-you-just-said—

—but it has to be enough for Hwoarang, because Jin steps backward and closes the door, and he’s left standing alone in the empty hallway, listening to Jin’s muffled, receding footsteps and the rain outside. But it is enough, that short, vague answer, because he saw that spark, the one of determination that he’s always seen in Jin, return at the mention of the tournament. He’ll be there, Hwoarang knows for sure. They’ll both be there. And whatever happens will happen.

But hell—he’s always hated waiting. And now, he’s still way too pissed off to go back and train, especially with what he knows Baek sabumnim is going to say when he figures out where he’s been—we didn’t relocate to Japan for you to visit your friends, take something seriously for once—even though it’s months yet until the tournament officially begins, and he does already take it more seriously than anyone can ever guess. Except maybe Jin. Especially because of Jin.

Fucking Jin.

The rain is cool against his skin, humid air rising from the street, when Hwoarang steps out of the nondescript apartment building—Jin’s found a good place to hide; the name by his apartment number even read Asano—and looks around to see the neon lights of downtown Tokyo already lighting the night almost more brilliantly than the day. It’s 9 PM, a Saturday, five months before the tournament begins, and the city seems more alive than ever, breathing rain-steam up at him, flashing its ads—inviting, with all the allure of a cheap whore under dim lighting, bright-red lipstick and a bastardized schoolgirl skirt she might have worn ten, twenty years ago.

Not that Seoul, or any city he’s ever been to, has been any different. Different whores. Different clothes. That's about all. He used to be a part of it, once, that teeming mass of darklit life. Then Jin—

Dragged him out of it, maybe—

Fucking—

Hwoarang curses, pulls his hood over his head, and starts down the street, ignoring the looks he keeps getting for speaking a language that isn’t Tokyo’s own, and ignoring the indignant protests of the pedestrians he roughly shoves out of his way. To hell with them. To hell with all of it. Fuck what time it is, fuck what day it is, fuck when the tournament begins or ends—it’s night, it’s a city, it’s raining and he’s pissed—

He’s going to find a fucking bar.

And then Steve steps in... kakdfgadk now I want to keep writing this!

Oh man, that's a wicked start. (It really puts me in the mood to write more Tekken of my own.) Their interaction at the beginning, with Hwoarang's drive to fight Jin, but that falling to the side when he sees just how fucked Jin is at the moment.

Yes, you've gotta finish that (no pressure, of course! ^_~) but it definitely has a great start. (It'd be interesting to read the scene from Jin's pov, just because him answering the door looking like crap makes me wonder what he's been up to.)

I like the image of Hwoarang tracking Jin down. The moment he and Baek move to Japan he runs off "Jiiii~iiiin! I want my fiiii~ight! ♥"

Drop me a note if you continue, eh? I'd like to see this.

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