If I Kissed You
Title: If I Kissed You
Author: ich_heisse_kai
Pairing: Hanry
Rating: pg-15
Length: chaptered (7)
Warning: boyxboy love, kissing, incest
Overall Summary: Henry is an average high school student with one problem: he is in love with a boy, and not just any boy at that. He is madly in love with the boy who is to become his brother.
Disclaimer: Oh, it turns out i do own characters!!!! Kuan and Yon. everyone else, though, belongs to themselves :)
We spent the rest of the day looking through all of Kuan’s usual places of interest; the library, the bookstore, the computer café, her favorite street vendor, the park, the martial arts academy, but she was nowhere to be found. By the time my mother called in a frantic phone call, angry Hankyung’s phone was off, worried we weren’t home yet, and a bunch of other mother-ish emotions, we had no leads on Kuan’s whereabouts.
I think, if it weren’t for his training as a martial artist, Sungmin would be stressed out of his mind at this moment. But, he kept his cool and hid his emotions under a thick curtain, so neither I nor Hankyung could unveil them.
After making sure Sungmin was at home and would stay there until tomorrow, when we will continue the search, Hankyung and I went home ourselves.
It was a silent meal, save for some talk by mom and Uncle, but my mind couldn’t form enough words to actually make a conversation, I was too focused on today’s events and I guess Hankyung was too because even when Uncle talked to him, it took a few moments to come up with an answer. Mom’s eyes shifted between the two of us, suspecting something, but not saying anything.
Dinner seemed to take longer than normal, or maybe it was just me, but I excused myself as quickly as possible and locked myself in the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. Maybe that will calm me down.
The next morning, Sungmin was at our house by 7 am, like Hankyung told him the night before. Hankyung and I were both ready; a note was left in the kitchen for mom and Uncle and we left without a word spoken. We spent all day looking for Kuan. Nothing, there was no success, until we reached the last possible place: the old warehouse.
The warehouse had been abandoned long before me and my mom moved to Korea, even longer according to the Chinese-Korean neighbors who used to help us. It used to be a fish-gutting place, most of the equipment still remains. The people who owned it fell into bankruptcy and closed down.
“There’s no way she’s here,” I said, upon arriving at the old warehouse. “look, the doors are still boarded up. No one could get inside,” I told the other two men with me, pointing at the large doors, boarded over with multiple two-by-fours.
Hankyung proceeded beyond me, curling his fingers around a board and tugging. “we have to check,” he grunted, “if there is even a shadow of doubt, we must continue.”
Sungmin joined Hankyung and they successfully ripped off the board. I sighed and looked around the place further, and noticed a barely wood-adorned window. Still, upon my inspection, I found a rather large rock and I grinned. Picking it up, I tossed it through the window, shattering what remains of the glass. The loud sound cased both my boyfriend and friend to look at me.
“There,” I said, gesturing to my handiwork, “that’s how you do it.”
Hankyung beamed. “You little cheat,” he said, letting go of the wood he and Sungmin had begun to pull off. He and Sungmin both walked over and inspected the window. “Careful going through, there are still shards of glass.”
Sungmin went in first, followed by me, then Hankyung. Inside the warehouse it was dark, and dusty, obviously being abandoned for at least 25 years. The equipment stood where it once had in their former glory, and all around there were beams, from the ceiling to the floor.
I was about to say something when Sungmin shushed me, “listen,” he whispered softly, and we did. There wasn’t much to hear except for the creaking of the rusting metal, but there was one sound that was different, and Sungmin followed it.
Hankyung and I were right behind him, Hankyung’s hand at my waist, pushing me forward gently. Maneuvering around the place wasn’t too hard, but it was a windy path, and when Sungmin sprang into a run, it caught both of our attentions.
Following him with our eyes, Sungmin made a beeline straight to a pillar with someone bound there with thick rope, gag in their mouth and bandana over their eyes; Kuan.
Her hair was a mess and flew everywhere, there was a deep purple bruise on her jaw. Kuan’s sneakers were ruined, her jeans torn slightly but no sign of foul play, beyond the kidnapping. The moment Sungmin got the gag off of her, she screamed and shouted threats. Sungmin covered her mouth again and quickly undid the knot in the cloth covering her eyes.
Once regaining her sight, Kuan gasped out, “Sungmin…!” Her black eyes, somehow different than before, scanned over the three of us and landed on me. “Henli! You need to get out now!!”
I blinked. What had this to do with me? Hankyung voiced my thoughts for me, and Kuan shook her head. Sungmin had begun to work furiously at the ties that bound Kuan and she reasoned, “I don’t know who took me here, but they were using me to get to you! I don’t know what they want, but… dammit Henli!! Why are you still standing here?!”
Hankyung stared at her for a moment before gently pushing me away from the group, only to tug me back upon seeing a figure not too far away from us. Judging by the build, it was a man and from the size, he was younger than us. A black bandana covered all but his black eyes. In his hands was a long, silver blade. Before I could make anything of the person, Hankyung pushed me behind him and I couldn’t see anything but his back.
“I see you found her,” the man said, his black eyes scanning over us, falling on me, then Hankyung. “who are you?”
“What’s it to you?” Hankyung snapped, eyes blazing.
“Bastard,” Kuan seethed, glaring daggers at the mystery-guy. Although Kuan kind of always looked angry, her normal disposition is nothing compared to how she was now - almost murderous. Sungmin stood in front of Kuan, serving as a barrier to her like Hankyung served to me.
“Cute mouth,” the man chuckled sarcastically, twirling the blade between his fingers.
Sungmin, fuming with anger now, shouted, “Why did you kidnap Kuan?!”
The kidnapper’s eyes turned up in a crescent moon shape, probably smiling under the bandana. “You object?”
“Obviously!!”
The man rolled his eyes. There was an air of over-confidence about him, and it showed in the way he stood, how he talked, and there was defiance in his eyes, just as strong as Sungmin’s. the only thing that really scared me was the fact he wielded a weapon, and we don’t.
Kuan, although probably feeling the same stress as I do about this situation, spoke as if nothing bothered her beyond the inconvenience. “What’s with the sword?” she asked, eyeing the sword dangerously. “You expecting a fight?”
The man shrugged, changing his grip on the hilt, “if the shoe fits.” He charged at us - more at Kuan, I think - but just before he swung the sword, Kuan found a slightly rusted pipe on the floor and used it as a block. She was almost completely leaning on the floor, the pipe in front of her face, blocking off the blade all too close to her. She managed to knock the sword away, putting her weight into it and pushing the pipe away to cause the sharp blade to fall by gravity and swung the pipe at him; it looked almost like a sure-hit, but he rolled out of the way just in time.
Sungmin and Hankyung soon joined in the fight, both without a weapon, trying to disarm the man and protect Kuan who is holding her own very well, considering its rusted pipe versus sleek sword. When the man realized Sungmin’s and Hankyung’s entry into the fight, he let out a loud, high-pitched whistle and suddenly, there were at least five other fighters appeared like some sort of ninja. They all had something covering their faces, and dressed in loose, sparring clothing. One or two of them had some sort of blade, the others had nothing.
Sungmin grabbed a nearby plant of wood, swinging it at the new fighters to maintain some distance from them, and it was successful at first, but it became inefficient quickly. Kuan was soon fighting with one of the newly arrived men, pipe still in strong grip. Hankyung took over the fight with he who seemed to be the leader of this charade somehow managing to fight without some sort of weapon.
Meanwhile, I stood there, watching, wishing I could do something, but I was very untrained to fight, and I was pretty much frozen.
I heard a semi-loud thud from somewhere nearby, and my eyes somehow found the source quicker than my mind did; and on the floor, lying in an almost defeated heap on the floor, was Hankyung. My eyes widened when I saw the other man raise his blade, preparing to deliver the finishing blow, and I shouted something incoherent to even myself, and everyone stopped and turned to see what was going on. Sungmin, from almost the far opposite side, sprang forward to try and reach Hankyung before the other guy’s blade did, and one of the attackers shouted something about them not supposed to be killing anyone. The attacker stalled, but thrust the sword down, almost piercing my boyfriend’s back, but in the nick of time, Sungmin threw his weight onto the attacker, knocking him to the floor.
They landed with an “oomph”, the sword tossed from his hands. They wrestled, both trying to get the upper hand, and a member of the attacking team ganged up on Sungmin, knocking him away from the leader and kicking him while he was down. I, meanwhile, ran towards Hankyung and threw myself on him, shaking him, holding him, praying to God he was okay. My back was now towards the fight between Sungmin and the other guys (Kuan had to deal with an unfair fight of 2 on 1, but was fairing well with her pipe and nothing more), but I could still hear Sungmin’s cries as they beat him.
I bit my lip and willed the tears to go away; Hankyung had not opened his eyes yet, and I was terrified. I called his name, I patted his shoulder and cheek, trying to wake him like he does to me, but nothing was working. I knew I was shouting, but I didn’t care. Hankyung’s my life, nothing can ever happen to him, ever. It’s not possible. I held his body close to mine, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder and cried, willing it with everything I am that he would wake up and be okay.
Around the two of us, I hadn’t realized the fights have stopped and everyone’s eyes were on me and my unconscious boyfriend/brother. The leader of the other side stood, looming over Sungmin’s body like a devil, stared hard at us, his eyes becoming darker. He began to walk my way; Sungmin saw this and threw his arms around his legs and held on with a vice, effectively stopping the advancing man and receiving a swift kick to the jaw.
The man arrived in front of us, not receiving more trouble from Sungmin as he was being beaten again, nor from Kuan, who had her pipe taken from her and has it being used against her. He nudged my forehead with the toe of his black sneakers, and said, “Who the hell is he to you, Henry?”
I looked up, surprised he said my name correctly, without a Korean accent like I would have imaged. Actually, upon recalling it, he even spoke Korean strangely.
“I love him,” I answered, not caring enough to feign being the loving younger brother like I usually would have. I heard something from below me, a gruff voice saying my name, and I looked down and saw Hankyung, his eyes opened partially and his hand slowly reaching up to me. I sobbed and grabbed his hand, holding onto it for dear life, forgetting the man standing before us.
“You,” he said, gripping the hilt tightly to the sword I just noticed he wielded. I looked up, wide eyed and saw the anger and hate in his own black orbs. “Love him? He’s your brother!!” I was surprised by this outburst, and so was Hankyung, who instantly jerked to life once again.
“He’s not even your biological brother!! How can you love him more than you do us??” he lifted the sword, ready to strike once again, and I prepared myself for the impact of the blade, an impact which never came. I opened my eyes, which I must have closed at some point, and saw Hankyung kneeling before me, his eyes shut tight and his jaw clenched. His arms, slowly, made their way around me, pulling me closer. I could tell the attacker was just as surprised as I; his eyes wide and he mouth agape. But this didn’t stop him from attacking again.
And again.
And Again.
Hankyung was becoming heavy, I found myself holding him rather than him holding me. His breathing was once again becoming shallow in my ears and tears stung at my eyes again. “Please,” I begged, “please stop! Please! He’ll die..!!”
Suddenly, there was a loud sound ringing in my ears, the sound of metal on stone and I looked up slowly to see the man clutching his fists, his eyes shut tight. He asked, “How the hell can you love him more than me?” he gasped this question out over and over again, and I got increasingly confused. “How do you love him more than Mark?!”
My eyes widened, realization hitting me very suddenly, sharper than a blade. “Henli! You need to get out now!!” “Benny!”
The man before us, Benny, opened his eyes and looked at me again. “No matter. He’s going to die…”
Benny walked away from us; I shifted Hankyung, whose shirt was completely stained with blood and unconscious again, into an easier position for me to hold onto him, and shouted at Benny’s retreating back, “You’re going to let him die?!”
Benny looked over his shoulder at me before holding a sleek silver phone to his ear.
And just like that…it was over.
onto part 2~
Author: ich_heisse_kai
Pairing: Hanry
Rating: pg-15
Length: chaptered (7)
Warning: boyxboy love, kissing, incest
Overall Summary: Henry is an average high school student with one problem: he is in love with a boy, and not just any boy at that. He is madly in love with the boy who is to become his brother.
Disclaimer: Oh, it turns out i do own characters!!!! Kuan and Yon. everyone else, though, belongs to themselves :)
We spent the rest of the day looking through all of Kuan’s usual places of interest; the library, the bookstore, the computer café, her favorite street vendor, the park, the martial arts academy, but she was nowhere to be found. By the time my mother called in a frantic phone call, angry Hankyung’s phone was off, worried we weren’t home yet, and a bunch of other mother-ish emotions, we had no leads on Kuan’s whereabouts.
I think, if it weren’t for his training as a martial artist, Sungmin would be stressed out of his mind at this moment. But, he kept his cool and hid his emotions under a thick curtain, so neither I nor Hankyung could unveil them.
After making sure Sungmin was at home and would stay there until tomorrow, when we will continue the search, Hankyung and I went home ourselves.
It was a silent meal, save for some talk by mom and Uncle, but my mind couldn’t form enough words to actually make a conversation, I was too focused on today’s events and I guess Hankyung was too because even when Uncle talked to him, it took a few moments to come up with an answer. Mom’s eyes shifted between the two of us, suspecting something, but not saying anything.
Dinner seemed to take longer than normal, or maybe it was just me, but I excused myself as quickly as possible and locked myself in the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. Maybe that will calm me down.
The next morning, Sungmin was at our house by 7 am, like Hankyung told him the night before. Hankyung and I were both ready; a note was left in the kitchen for mom and Uncle and we left without a word spoken. We spent all day looking for Kuan. Nothing, there was no success, until we reached the last possible place: the old warehouse.
The warehouse had been abandoned long before me and my mom moved to Korea, even longer according to the Chinese-Korean neighbors who used to help us. It used to be a fish-gutting place, most of the equipment still remains. The people who owned it fell into bankruptcy and closed down.
“There’s no way she’s here,” I said, upon arriving at the old warehouse. “look, the doors are still boarded up. No one could get inside,” I told the other two men with me, pointing at the large doors, boarded over with multiple two-by-fours.
Hankyung proceeded beyond me, curling his fingers around a board and tugging. “we have to check,” he grunted, “if there is even a shadow of doubt, we must continue.”
Sungmin joined Hankyung and they successfully ripped off the board. I sighed and looked around the place further, and noticed a barely wood-adorned window. Still, upon my inspection, I found a rather large rock and I grinned. Picking it up, I tossed it through the window, shattering what remains of the glass. The loud sound cased both my boyfriend and friend to look at me.
“There,” I said, gesturing to my handiwork, “that’s how you do it.”
Hankyung beamed. “You little cheat,” he said, letting go of the wood he and Sungmin had begun to pull off. He and Sungmin both walked over and inspected the window. “Careful going through, there are still shards of glass.”
Sungmin went in first, followed by me, then Hankyung. Inside the warehouse it was dark, and dusty, obviously being abandoned for at least 25 years. The equipment stood where it once had in their former glory, and all around there were beams, from the ceiling to the floor.
I was about to say something when Sungmin shushed me, “listen,” he whispered softly, and we did. There wasn’t much to hear except for the creaking of the rusting metal, but there was one sound that was different, and Sungmin followed it.
Hankyung and I were right behind him, Hankyung’s hand at my waist, pushing me forward gently. Maneuvering around the place wasn’t too hard, but it was a windy path, and when Sungmin sprang into a run, it caught both of our attentions.
Following him with our eyes, Sungmin made a beeline straight to a pillar with someone bound there with thick rope, gag in their mouth and bandana over their eyes; Kuan.
Her hair was a mess and flew everywhere, there was a deep purple bruise on her jaw. Kuan’s sneakers were ruined, her jeans torn slightly but no sign of foul play, beyond the kidnapping. The moment Sungmin got the gag off of her, she screamed and shouted threats. Sungmin covered her mouth again and quickly undid the knot in the cloth covering her eyes.
Once regaining her sight, Kuan gasped out, “Sungmin…!” Her black eyes, somehow different than before, scanned over the three of us and landed on me. “Henli! You need to get out now!!”
I blinked. What had this to do with me? Hankyung voiced my thoughts for me, and Kuan shook her head. Sungmin had begun to work furiously at the ties that bound Kuan and she reasoned, “I don’t know who took me here, but they were using me to get to you! I don’t know what they want, but… dammit Henli!! Why are you still standing here?!”
Hankyung stared at her for a moment before gently pushing me away from the group, only to tug me back upon seeing a figure not too far away from us. Judging by the build, it was a man and from the size, he was younger than us. A black bandana covered all but his black eyes. In his hands was a long, silver blade. Before I could make anything of the person, Hankyung pushed me behind him and I couldn’t see anything but his back.
“I see you found her,” the man said, his black eyes scanning over us, falling on me, then Hankyung. “who are you?”
“What’s it to you?” Hankyung snapped, eyes blazing.
“Bastard,” Kuan seethed, glaring daggers at the mystery-guy. Although Kuan kind of always looked angry, her normal disposition is nothing compared to how she was now - almost murderous. Sungmin stood in front of Kuan, serving as a barrier to her like Hankyung served to me.
“Cute mouth,” the man chuckled sarcastically, twirling the blade between his fingers.
Sungmin, fuming with anger now, shouted, “Why did you kidnap Kuan?!”
The kidnapper’s eyes turned up in a crescent moon shape, probably smiling under the bandana. “You object?”
“Obviously!!”
The man rolled his eyes. There was an air of over-confidence about him, and it showed in the way he stood, how he talked, and there was defiance in his eyes, just as strong as Sungmin’s. the only thing that really scared me was the fact he wielded a weapon, and we don’t.
Kuan, although probably feeling the same stress as I do about this situation, spoke as if nothing bothered her beyond the inconvenience. “What’s with the sword?” she asked, eyeing the sword dangerously. “You expecting a fight?”
The man shrugged, changing his grip on the hilt, “if the shoe fits.” He charged at us - more at Kuan, I think - but just before he swung the sword, Kuan found a slightly rusted pipe on the floor and used it as a block. She was almost completely leaning on the floor, the pipe in front of her face, blocking off the blade all too close to her. She managed to knock the sword away, putting her weight into it and pushing the pipe away to cause the sharp blade to fall by gravity and swung the pipe at him; it looked almost like a sure-hit, but he rolled out of the way just in time.
Sungmin and Hankyung soon joined in the fight, both without a weapon, trying to disarm the man and protect Kuan who is holding her own very well, considering its rusted pipe versus sleek sword. When the man realized Sungmin’s and Hankyung’s entry into the fight, he let out a loud, high-pitched whistle and suddenly, there were at least five other fighters appeared like some sort of ninja. They all had something covering their faces, and dressed in loose, sparring clothing. One or two of them had some sort of blade, the others had nothing.
Sungmin grabbed a nearby plant of wood, swinging it at the new fighters to maintain some distance from them, and it was successful at first, but it became inefficient quickly. Kuan was soon fighting with one of the newly arrived men, pipe still in strong grip. Hankyung took over the fight with he who seemed to be the leader of this charade somehow managing to fight without some sort of weapon.
Meanwhile, I stood there, watching, wishing I could do something, but I was very untrained to fight, and I was pretty much frozen.
I heard a semi-loud thud from somewhere nearby, and my eyes somehow found the source quicker than my mind did; and on the floor, lying in an almost defeated heap on the floor, was Hankyung. My eyes widened when I saw the other man raise his blade, preparing to deliver the finishing blow, and I shouted something incoherent to even myself, and everyone stopped and turned to see what was going on. Sungmin, from almost the far opposite side, sprang forward to try and reach Hankyung before the other guy’s blade did, and one of the attackers shouted something about them not supposed to be killing anyone. The attacker stalled, but thrust the sword down, almost piercing my boyfriend’s back, but in the nick of time, Sungmin threw his weight onto the attacker, knocking him to the floor.
They landed with an “oomph”, the sword tossed from his hands. They wrestled, both trying to get the upper hand, and a member of the attacking team ganged up on Sungmin, knocking him away from the leader and kicking him while he was down. I, meanwhile, ran towards Hankyung and threw myself on him, shaking him, holding him, praying to God he was okay. My back was now towards the fight between Sungmin and the other guys (Kuan had to deal with an unfair fight of 2 on 1, but was fairing well with her pipe and nothing more), but I could still hear Sungmin’s cries as they beat him.
I bit my lip and willed the tears to go away; Hankyung had not opened his eyes yet, and I was terrified. I called his name, I patted his shoulder and cheek, trying to wake him like he does to me, but nothing was working. I knew I was shouting, but I didn’t care. Hankyung’s my life, nothing can ever happen to him, ever. It’s not possible. I held his body close to mine, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder and cried, willing it with everything I am that he would wake up and be okay.
Around the two of us, I hadn’t realized the fights have stopped and everyone’s eyes were on me and my unconscious boyfriend/brother. The leader of the other side stood, looming over Sungmin’s body like a devil, stared hard at us, his eyes becoming darker. He began to walk my way; Sungmin saw this and threw his arms around his legs and held on with a vice, effectively stopping the advancing man and receiving a swift kick to the jaw.
The man arrived in front of us, not receiving more trouble from Sungmin as he was being beaten again, nor from Kuan, who had her pipe taken from her and has it being used against her. He nudged my forehead with the toe of his black sneakers, and said, “Who the hell is he to you, Henry?”
I looked up, surprised he said my name correctly, without a Korean accent like I would have imaged. Actually, upon recalling it, he even spoke Korean strangely.
“I love him,” I answered, not caring enough to feign being the loving younger brother like I usually would have. I heard something from below me, a gruff voice saying my name, and I looked down and saw Hankyung, his eyes opened partially and his hand slowly reaching up to me. I sobbed and grabbed his hand, holding onto it for dear life, forgetting the man standing before us.
“You,” he said, gripping the hilt tightly to the sword I just noticed he wielded. I looked up, wide eyed and saw the anger and hate in his own black orbs. “Love him? He’s your brother!!” I was surprised by this outburst, and so was Hankyung, who instantly jerked to life once again.
“He’s not even your biological brother!! How can you love him more than you do us??” he lifted the sword, ready to strike once again, and I prepared myself for the impact of the blade, an impact which never came. I opened my eyes, which I must have closed at some point, and saw Hankyung kneeling before me, his eyes shut tight and his jaw clenched. His arms, slowly, made their way around me, pulling me closer. I could tell the attacker was just as surprised as I; his eyes wide and he mouth agape. But this didn’t stop him from attacking again.
And again.
And Again.
Hankyung was becoming heavy, I found myself holding him rather than him holding me. His breathing was once again becoming shallow in my ears and tears stung at my eyes again. “Please,” I begged, “please stop! Please! He’ll die..!!”
Suddenly, there was a loud sound ringing in my ears, the sound of metal on stone and I looked up slowly to see the man clutching his fists, his eyes shut tight. He asked, “How the hell can you love him more than me?” he gasped this question out over and over again, and I got increasingly confused. “How do you love him more than Mark?!”
My eyes widened, realization hitting me very suddenly, sharper than a blade. “Henli! You need to get out now!!” “Benny!”
The man before us, Benny, opened his eyes and looked at me again. “No matter. He’s going to die…”
Benny walked away from us; I shifted Hankyung, whose shirt was completely stained with blood and unconscious again, into an easier position for me to hold onto him, and shouted at Benny’s retreating back, “You’re going to let him die?!”
Benny looked over his shoulder at me before holding a sleek silver phone to his ear.
And just like that…it was over.
onto part 2~