Author's Notes: Ahahahahahaha!! I just got done reading through this (Haven't read it since I last posted a chapter) and not only are there a LOT of typos, but I also said Hwoarang had a metal blinking tracer under a thin white cotton shirt. Now, Jin would either have to be REALLY stupid not to have wondered what a blinking light was doing in Hwoarang's midsection, or I made a mistake *laughs*. Also, thanks to all those your reviewed and e-mailed me to finish this!! ^______^ (Thanks so much!) I guess that's what it takes to get a lazy writer like me to continue things ^^;;;. But anyway, Here we go! Sorry I took so long ^^;;;;;

Jin shook his head with a snicker.

"What AM I gonna do with you!?"

Hwoarang sat up slowly. He felt a little light headed, blaming it on the fact that he'd pretty much done nothing but hyperventilate for the past few hours. He pulled the blanket up across his shoulders.

"How about you get me some more tea before I freeze to death."

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm about to do, start taking your orders." Jin said, regardless of the fact that he stood to do exactly that. Hwoarang studied him thoughtfully as he walked to the back wall he called his kitchen, where he himself had earlier been pinned to its cupboards. Jin hadn't really changed too much physically since the last they'd met, but man had he gotten crazier...

"100 yen for your thoughts?"

"Oh, Har har," Hwoarang retorted sarcastically, though just a reaction to being startled at how Jin had just appeared in front of him while he was in another world. He took the hot mug and nodded his thanks. "I was actually wondering what happened to you the last few months that's made you...such a freak." He grunted, taking a sip of the offered steaming liquid. Just the thick, sweet smell was enough to calm his nerves a little, but the warmth flowing through his body put him even more at ease. He leaned back a little on the couch as Jin sat back down in his chair.

"You don't want to know, and I don't want to tell you." Jin said evenly. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled a little remorsefully, "Besides, I doubt you'd believe me anyway."

Hwoarang deliberately took a longer sip of tea to think, savoring the somewhat lemony taste before holding the cup in his lap to warm up his hands.

"I'd say 'try me', but you're probably right. I really don't and shouldn't believe anything you say," he smirked, "but try me anyway."

Jin shot back a smirk of his own and stood up, towering over Hwoarang.

"Alright," he agreed, sounding a bit suspicious, "But after I get you some warmer clothes."

"Che. I'm fine." Hwoarang replied defiantly.

"Yeah, I can tell by the way you're shaking like a little Chihuahua." Jin could tell his obvious voicing of his observation struck something in the Korean, who blushed a little and turned away.

"Come with me, I'll find you...something. I think my mother was about you're size..."

"How about you shut up before I kick you in the face." Hwoarang replied sharply, though he didn't really take it seriously. He took the blanket with him as he followed Jin into the only other room in the cabin. It was small with only a bed, a closet, and a chest with a lamp, a phone, and a writing pad on it.

Jin went straight to the closet and slid it open. From inside he took out some black sweats and a black sweatshirt, throwing them onto the bed. He turned to Hwoarang after he closed the closet back up.

"I'm not sure what you're going to do now, Hwoarang. I guess it's really your call and I'll act accordingly to whatever you decide, but let me tell you what I think about this whole situation. I think you're better than this. The Hwoarang I met in Korea had so much pride! To do this kind of cheap dirty-work for someone like Heihachi, I honestly think it's below you."

The red-head in question crossed his arms and looked away, a bit guilty but not defeated.

"Yeah, well what you think and what the world thinks hardly helps or matters to me any. Where was all the good advice when I learned going behind Master Baek's back and selling narcotics was good way to earn a little extra food money, huh? Oh, how about street fighting and cheating and gambling? What do you think about that, Jin? Is that all below me too?" Hwoarang couldn't help but snarl, like Jin would even know! His anger was being rekindled as his sense of weakness overwhelmed him.

Jin sighed, "You could let it be, Hwoarang. You're stable now aren't you? With the money you've made...off street fighting..."

"And just what the fuck would you know about that, eh? I can see how you've really been roughin' it the last few days in poor, little, stock-up cabin." Hwoarang spat.

"Yeah, considering I lived here for 15 years." (1)

"Yeah!? Well-...W-what!? What do you mean?"

Jin wanted to laugh his victory for catching Hwoarang off guard so perfectly but kept it to himself. He walked past Hwoarang and used the state of confusion to his advantage by easing the Korean a little further into the room while he stood in the doorway.

"I'll explain after you get dressed so hurry up."

Hwoarang watched him poise to leave but turned back as if he forgot something.

"Oh, and I’ll know if you use the phone or not," he said very seriously, "so let's not find out what will happen if I catch you on it."

The click of the hardwood door closing left an eerily silence to another one of Jin's unexpected mood changes. He really was a scary guy now that Hwoarang thought about it. Was there nothing he could predict? If there wasn't...that was bad.

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