I read a fanfiction containing ships between Bryan, Hwoarang, Lei and Jin today.

Enough said.

Warning: um idk if this is a oneshot but it was supposed to be crack but then it turned into angst I think and I was inspired so this is what you're getting yay (also Hwoarang is a big bitch in this one and Jin gets a bit possesive at the end so have fun)

Also I'm working on an Omegaverse oneshot so be prepared for that.

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Jin awoke with a groan, his body groggy and heavy with the concequences of whatever drug's influence he was under. His body was restrained with unknown bounds, his sight too blurry to recognize them. Or anything else around him, for that matter.

He appeared to be in a room of some sorts, maybe a warehouse? The place was vast and old-looking, rusty and basically crumbling to pieces just from the air circling around the building. It reeked, and now he was sure it was somewhere that had something to do with industry - it was a metallic, rough stench that made his throat dry.

From a distance, even in his shocked state, he could recognize a silhouette of a man, slightly hunched over a wall nearby, just watching him. Darkness could be cut with a knife, from how dense it was, only a few lights here and there to match the freaky atmosphere.

'W-who's there?' Jin called out, before giving out a cough. His body trembled from exhaustion, his breathing irregular. 'Don't you recognize your own father?' Jin's eyes windened, before squinting in caution of the other. 'Kazuya.' He only said, not daring to acknowledge the beast he believed to be in front of him as his own flesh and blood.

'Nope, it's me.' The man stepped out of the darkness, Jin, now accustomed to it, recognizing his, well, lover? It was complicated. 'I was just messin' witcha.' He twirled a beer bottle in between his hands, his eyes fixated on anything but Jin, while the other kept his gaze. 'But that Mishima prick's here too, if you were wonderin'. He just had to sort some things out before he came and saw you.'

The puzzle pieces were slowly connecting, his foggy mind clearing by the minute - It was Hwoarang who'd drugged him, probably during that one meeting where they- okay, that's enough detail. 'So you're working with him now, huh?' Of course Jin was shocked, but he never showed any emotion anyways, so...

'I mean, the guy pays well. And he's given me an opprotunity to finally end your demonic family, starting with you.' The words sent shivers down Jin's spine, his very bones felt as if they were crumbling under the weight of his emotions. 'Oh, don't look so sad, Jin.' With a few steps, he was closer to him, lifting his chin with a finger while crouching in front of him.

'It'll all be over soon, and you won't have to worry about if everybody hates you, or just some people.' With that, he released his chin, letting his head sink into his chest again. He fought with the strange urge to let out a few sobs, tears prickling at his eyes as Hwoarang moved away, now slowly walking around the room in boredom.

'Why?' Was the first question that came to his mind, and without second thought he spoke. Hwoarang and him were basically inseparable for the last few months, being finally open with their relationship and such. This was the last thing he's expected. Hwoarang yawned, unamused, but answered anyway. 'You never fail to surprise me, y'know. Even with your stupid questions.'

He sighed. 'I did it because I hate all of you. Isn't that obvious? I hate you because of what you've done to me, and I hate your family because of what they've done in general. I mean, how fucked up can one get?' A smooth chuckle made its way past Hwoarang's lips, mocking the other. 'You destroyed my life for the first time, with Baek. Then the second, when you treated me like I was insignificant just because I was human. I'm not letting you try and hurt me a third time.'

He closed in again, his eyes burning holes in the back of Jin's neck. 'And, for the record - you never beat me. I will always top you, Kazama, because I still have some humanity and reason left in me.' 'Enough, Hwoarang.' His father's voice broke out like a blade through water, silencing everything.

Hwoarang 'hmph'ed in reluctance, eager to start a fight already. But Kazuya wasn't planning on that yet, not until he defeated his son himself. 'Well, well. Still alive and kicking, huh boy?' Footsteps approached him, heavy and louder than the soft, cat-like movements Hwoarang possesed. His restraints now seemed to bother him even more, his devil reacting to his ancestor's presence, seething with rage and agony towards the one who made his blood boil. Itching for a match.

'What're you gonna do to him?' The rival inquired, making Kazuya turn. 'Worried?' 'No,' he shrugged. 'Just curious.' He took another sip of his beer. Every movement in the room became predictable, and Jin almost felt as if he was travelling in time. Every whisp of air was like a thunderstorm, every breath like a tsunami. So, this was how it is to be close to another of his kind. Murderer. Cold, ruthless. Killer. Monster. Just like Jin himself.

'Let's get started.' With that, a cold item was inserted into his skin, slashing at his flesh and tossing his body into a frenzy. His arms intensely whipped about to remove the bonds, now recognized as chains, as he tried to free himself from the pain, his natural instincts kicking in. Yet, his devil form had not appeared.

So Kazuya slashed again.

This went on for a few hours, Kazuya being frustrated again and again at Jin's resiliance, and Hwoarang watching from the sidelines, slowly but surely getting drunk. Until that one point.

Kazuya had had enough. He was meaning to enjoy torturing his son, (like any good parent) but he was far too impatient now. Jin was crumbling. His body was littered with thousands of marks, each worse than the next. Blood oozed from every crevice, staning his fair skin and the ground on which he sat upon. His knees were bruised from trying to stay in one place as he continued to recieve blow after blow, now nothing more than Kazuya's punching bag.

Of course he knew what he was trying to do - lower his endurance, make him suffer so much that he eventually lets go of the control he has over himself, so that Kazuya might extract it, like he has done with Jinpachi. Well, that might take a while. Jin may have lost his everything, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. 'Come on, morph already!' He heard Kazuya whisper to himself as he was pummeled into the ground again.

And again.

And again.

And... again.

It seemed strange that his father was man enough to come do this himself, instead of sending someone in his stead. Jin had to give him recognition for that. By now he just wanted to die, his laugh caught in his throat, his tears already dried out. But if he laughed, that only means he'd get kicked even worse than he was. What was he even afraid of anymore?

In the corner of his eye, he saw  another sihoulette present itself. This one was more ghost-like, pale and visible, yet not entirely. It was kneeling on the ground, face covered by its hands. Hands that he knew so well. Hands who had raised him. Jun. Jun was there, crying over the unavoidable death of her only child, mourning him even though he hadn't left for Hell yet. As if noticing him staring in in her direction, she put her arms away, one hand reaching for him. Calling him. Begging him.

Her tear-stained face engraved itself into his memory, piece by piece. His father either didn't notice, or didn't care. But Jin cared. And Jin wasn't seeing Hell today. With a snap of his bones, his form shifted, his eyes now blood red as he looked back at his father, cold and determined. His wings sprouted behind him, towering over his shivering form. 'Finally. I almost thought you didn't have it in you.'

In one swift motion, his father grabbed his neck, a sick smirk planted onto his face, meaning to throw him against a wall, for good measure. Instead, Jin enveloped a hand around his, separating them and leading his hand to the breaking point, making Kazuya hiss in pain and stumble back, surprised. Before he could react, he was met with a bone-crushing uppercut, the oh-so-famous one that only a Mishima knows how use.

Well, a Kazama, too.

Him recieveing the blow seemed to have alerted Jin's former lover, making him act as he rushed behind Jin while he was busy, kneeing him in the back and landing a blow on him. No affect. He simply turned, swinging towards Hwoarang, his fist making contact with the other's skin, resulting in him being slammed against the opposing wall harshly. 'Don't get up if you want to live.' Was all he said, before turning back to his father, unaware of the fact Hwoarang was already knocked out from the brute force.

As anticipated, a fight ensued, with Kazuya leaving at the last moment, not even considering the possiblity of letting him finally do what has to be done - finish him. Like any self-aware man, he fled, and Jin was left to tend to his wounds. Yet, before he'd done that, he stumbled over to the unconscious fighter, slipping down into a sitting position near him as he studied his face.

His heart ached at the mere sight. Why didn't he just let him protect him? Considering he's gone to Kazuya for recruintment, he must've been one desparate man. He must've hated his guts. So badly, that it led him to... here. How horrible was Jin really? He knew the answer to that, since he'd recited it so many times in his sleep, so many times it was now his mantra, his will to live. The want to show himself he's not the monster he was made to be.

And just for a second, Hwoarang made him forget that. Now, it was crashing back down on him. Hard.

Staggering, his body shifted, gripping his head as an instinct. And when his eyes met Jin's, he'd stumbled into caution mode, moving away and crouching while Jin just sat there, gripping his still bleeding arm. Most of the cuts and scratches healed with the appearance of his devil side, yet some larger gashes still remained untouched. Jin was losing blood, and yet he just sat there, as if he wanted to die.

'You planning on killing me, too?' he wondered aloud, Jin not moving an inch. 'I didn't kill him. I won't be killing you, either.' He procured softly, unable to go any louder in this state. 'What, then? What do you want?' The demon inside purred at its own thoughts, yearning for what he's been waiting to do. He's already decided, and he's already planning on doing it, it was only Jin's poor sentimentality that was stopping him before - now that that was gone, and Jin this weak... it was perfect.

His eyes glowed a gold, honey color, a warming sight to see. It was undeniable Hwoarang was shitting his pants. He was terrified of the demon because of the power he held against him, every time they met face to face. And here he was. A cerise red consumed his irises, the human part of him much too weak to refuse him control. With shaky legs, he slowly stood up, leaning against the wall. Hwoarang stayed still still, like a panther, waiting on the slightest indication of his rival attacking.

'Stand up, bitch.' It was very odd for him to curse, yet he still did it anyway, without a care. His voice had, once again, escalated in volume and sound, now gravelly and rasp. He fumed at the name, unused to be called anything like it, and when he silently refused, he was pulled up and dragged closer, so quickly that he had to grip on Jin's biceps to keep steady.

And in a second, Jin's teeth were in his neck, biting at the muscle as blood seeped from his lips and onto his chest. Hwoarang elicted a cry at the action, unable to move due to the immense shock. After a few, he tore free, falling to his knees in pain. 'You're mine, now.' He dared to look up, meeting Jin's eyes. 'And don't you dare forget it a second time.'

With that, he passed out under Jin's feet. Again. 'Seems like you have everything under control.' A familiar person came into view, a small smile appearing on Jin's face. 'Lars.' Lars smiled back, glad to have found his adoptive nephew. 'Here to save me again?'

'Well, it looked like you needed saving.'

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yayayayayayay we did it it's finisheddddddd

honestly, i fell asleep last night writing this, woke up today and immediately got back to work.

i mean, how productive can i get?

anyways, this is unedited, written in one go, so if there were any mistakes, forgive me. i'm too tired to go over it again.

i mean i did lose the plot a little bit, i seriously had no plan whatsoever, and at the end somewhere i just started thinking of Pokemon, so.

yea, you see my problem.

and yea, that's kinda it.

bye :3

edit: i took a look and corrected some mistakes because in reality, i hadn't really read it through. hope it's better now!