Jin smiled as he lowered himself to speak softly in Hwoarang's ear.

"Such a trouble-maker. Really, what to do with you...?"

"Get off!" the Korean complained weakly, turning his head as Jin nuzzled his pale neck, squirming as much as possible to free himself from both his bindings as well as Jin's hold.

"What are you doing!?"

"Looking for another tracer."

Hwoarang's struggling increased as he felt Jin's cold hand snake slowly up his shirt.

"Stop! There aren't anymore!"

"Why should I believe you?"

"Ah! Y-you can't just rape me!"

"Says who?"

Jin, straddled across the red-head's lap, leaned down further to nip at the skin just below Hwoarang's ear. The Korean flinched.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

"I'm tasting for hints of metallic residue. You could be hiding some behind your ear right here..."

"T-that's...ah, cut it out!"

"No."

Hwoarang turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. He felt truly powerless and he was quickly becoming panicked. His breathing was uncontrolled, his gasps slowly turned to sobs. He fainted before he knew what Jin had in mind for him.

"Have you returned to the living yet?" a calm voice asked of him. Hwoarang's eyes softly fluttered open to a cheap lamp illuminated living room; Jin's, to be more precise.

"Jin Kazama!" The Korean shot up, a warm washcloth sliding from his forehead, finding himself on the couch Jin was earlier reclined on, a blue, green, and yellow plaid blanket was draped over his lap. His wrists were free.

"...huh?"

He quickly glanced around until he found Jin sitting across from him in the chair he was earlier sitting in.

"Honestly didn't think you'd freak out so badly. I wanted to scare you, yes, but not give you a heart attack." Jin chuckled. Hwoarang's confused gaze turned to an angry glare. He scoffed and fell back down, throwing an arm over his eyes.

"I thought I could kick your ass...I didn't take into account that you were such a psychopath."

Jin chuckled again. Hwoarang turned to look at his calm rival from under his forearm, his hair tousled and slightly in his eyes, splayed across the soft cushion behind him.

"I don't understand you at all."

Jin became serious.

"I don't understand you either, Hwoarang. You seem so passionate about things and yet you'd throw away all the morals I thought you had just for money? How could you even need that much?"

"Well..."

Hwoarang dropped his arm to his side and looked up at the wooden rafter's of the ceiling. He closed his eyes gently and sighed.

"I guess it wasn't all for money...you just almost beat me back in Korea in front of my gang and I'm still kinda pissed about it."

"A grudge."

"Uh-huh."

"All this."

"Yup."

Jin threw his head back and laughed out-right. Hwoarang couldn't help but smirk as well. Jin shook his head with a snicker.

"What AM I gonna do with you!?"

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