If I Kissed You, Would You Be Mad?
“Henry, I have someone I want you to meet”
“This is Han Geng, the son of the man I’m marrying.”
“You’ve got to get along with him, Henry. He’s going to be your older brother soon.”
Mom…I don’t know if I can do this. I’m putting your happiness on the line; by doing this, I could destroy your blissful future.
That is my thought every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to sleep, just after thinking about Hankyung, my soon-to-be brother next door.
Mom and I moved into his and his father’s home during the winter and have since lived here for two months since. Both Hankyung (or Hangeng, he goes by both in Korea) and I attend Soiji Academy, a private high school. I got in because I passed the entrance exam, an exam you needed to take if your family was under a certain, specific income, like me and my mom, everyone else is there because their families are rich. I didn’t know anyone until Hankyung; he taught me Korean before he became my mom’s fiancé’s son.
Softly, there was a knock at my door, recognizably Hankyung’s. “Yah, Henli,” his voice came as he opened the door a little, just enough for the hall light to flood into my dark room. “It’s time to get up. Auntie sent me.”
I nodded, not moving from my bed. It’s cold outside; my bed is warm. Do the math. The light became increasingly brighter and my bed dipped with a new weight. I pulled my comforter to my chin and closed my eyes; maybe I could convince Hankyung I was sleeping? “Henli, I know you’re awake.” Oh.
Hankyung chuckled and tugged at my blanket. I opened one eye and looked at the other man, sitting on my bed, grinning at me, waking me from my sleep. Suddenly, he was leaning down to me, his lips appearing right next to my ear. “Time to get up,” he whispered, “baby brother.”
My eyes went wide, heat rushed to my cheeks and I made an effort to push Hankyung off of me, but he refused to budge.
“You don’t like me doing this, baby bro?” Hankyung asked, letting out a little chuckle as the words passed his lips. “I thought you liked it when I kissed you.”
“Not here, gege!” I shrieked as I felt the press of lips to my neck, right below my ear. “mom and uncle are home! What if they catch us?”
“They won’t,” Hankyung answered simply, pushing the comforter away and then reattaching his lips to my neck. It amazed me how he can be so calm and confident about this, when our parents, engaged to be married are just down stairs or down the hall. His hands were cold as he ran his fingers over my sides. “You should start wearing a shirt to bed, Henli,” he mumbled, pulling away from my skin for a moment, only to go right back to it.
I sighed, releasing all of the air I had been holding trying to stop myself from making any unnecessary sounds. I felt Hankyung smirk and if I had been any braver, I would have kicked him, but considering he is a master at martial arts, I didn’t. “Why?” I gasped out. “so you can’t attack me like this?”
Hankyung laughed again. “No,” he said, nibbling on my collarbone. “I still would. But you might be more inclined to get up before I had the chance.”
“Then you’d just catch me in the shower,” I told him, trying to remain coherent and to regulate my breathing that has become slightly thin.
Hankyung laughed harder at this, dropping his head into my shoulder. “There’s a lock on that door, you know.” Hankyung said, once his laughter ceased. “Not that it matters,”
I grumbled, “yeah, you’d still get in. I think I’m safer here.”
“Aw,” Hankyung cooed, pulling himself away from me. He kissed my pouty lips (I was trying to pout, but he made me fail) and said, “You know I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to.”
I sighed again and kissed Hankyung’s lips as they hovered over mine. “I know.” He smiled and kissed me once more, before pulling me from the bed and away from the warmth of the blankets. He told me, just before he left, the quicker I dressed the less cold I’ll be. I wanted to kick him.
“Good morning, Henry!” said my mom as I came down the stairs. I pouted. I hated ties.
Hankyung saw me fiddling with the annoying fabric and he came to my rescue. His nimble fingers easily twisted the cloth into the proper knot. “There ya go, dongsaeng.”
“Come and eat, Henry, Hankyung,” mom said, placing a plate filled with scrambled eggs on the long table, next to the noodles and everything else she cooks in the morning. Mom is the only one who can say my name properly, and I adored her for that. Of course, if she couldn’t and still named me that anyway…I sighed. After 18 years, she better be able to say her son’s name properly.
My mom was a beautiful woman - she was 19 when she had me, so she was only 37. Her long black hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders and her eyes were always creased with laughter. “You look a lot like your mom,” Hankyung whispered to me as we took our seats next to each other.
“yeah?” I asked, scooping up some of the eggs and putting it onto my plate. Hankyung nodded, claiming some of the noodles. “Well, you look like your dad, then.”
Hankyung laughed. “Don’t lie,” he said. “I look like my mom too.”I pouted. He was right; he looked almost nothing like his father. Hankyung grinned at me and pat my head. “Sorry, kiddo.”
“Good morning family!!” came an insane screech from behind us. Hankyung and I both almost broke our plates with the force of our skulls as we jumped out of our skin.
Hankyung spun around, glare firmly in place. “Be quiet, old man!!” he shouted at his father, who was too busy grinning and blowing kisses at his fiancé to have his good mood dampened by his son. “It’s too early to be that flamboyantly happy!”
“Nonsense, Geng!” the old man said cheerfully as he gratefully took the mug of hot coffee from Henry’s mom. “It’s never too early! And besides, today is a happy day!”
Before I could stop myself, I asked a question Hankyung warned me never to ask his father. “Why?” When I did realize it, Hankyung was almost ready to bang his head into the table.
After repeating ‘why’ a couple times, Uncle finally told us exactly why today was so special he had a reason to come leaping down the stairs and scare the daylights out of the two teenage boys. “Today is the day myself and your mother get married!!” In the background, my mom laughed. How did she deal with this crazy man?? And she gives him more coffee???
“Dad,” Hankyung sighed. “There is still two months until your wedding.”
“I know that, son!” the man said, rolling his eyes at the second oldest Chinese man in the room, who just so happened to be his son. “But it’s exactly two months today!” From somewhere in the kitchen, Miss Lau cooed and I just about gagged.
After finally escaping our parents, Hankyung gripped my hand. We were about a block away from home, and it was still a little nerve-wracking, but I let him do it, and I held his back. The smile he gave me for it was all the reassurance I needed that we were okay. I mean, we are okay, right? I love him and he loves me. It’s all good; it’s just…we’re supposed to become siblings in two months, and I don’t think I’ll be able to act like we’re just brothers.
In two months, we’ll become siblings, and the word lover will never be one to describe us. In two months I have to stop feeling the way I do about him. In two months, I’ll have to become that obedient son my mother and Uncle have always wanted, alongside Hankyung.
But…I don’t think I will be able to look at Hankyung without feeling that fluttering in my chest, or the want to kiss him when he gives me that drop-dead gorgeous smile. I don’t want the morning kisses to stop, or the loving hugs we slip in when we know no one is looking.
In two months…I might break my mother’s heart.
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So..yes! This is my fic. Should I continue, should i not? please comment and let me know your thoughts!!
Also! Please, If you have a pitch for another title (cause i dont really like mine) and you would lend it to me, please let me know~~ danke, danke!!
“This is Han Geng, the son of the man I’m marrying.”
“You’ve got to get along with him, Henry. He’s going to be your older brother soon.”
Mom…I don’t know if I can do this. I’m putting your happiness on the line; by doing this, I could destroy your blissful future.
That is my thought every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to sleep, just after thinking about Hankyung, my soon-to-be brother next door.
Mom and I moved into his and his father’s home during the winter and have since lived here for two months since. Both Hankyung (or Hangeng, he goes by both in Korea) and I attend Soiji Academy, a private high school. I got in because I passed the entrance exam, an exam you needed to take if your family was under a certain, specific income, like me and my mom, everyone else is there because their families are rich. I didn’t know anyone until Hankyung; he taught me Korean before he became my mom’s fiancé’s son.
Softly, there was a knock at my door, recognizably Hankyung’s. “Yah, Henli,” his voice came as he opened the door a little, just enough for the hall light to flood into my dark room. “It’s time to get up. Auntie sent me.”
I nodded, not moving from my bed. It’s cold outside; my bed is warm. Do the math. The light became increasingly brighter and my bed dipped with a new weight. I pulled my comforter to my chin and closed my eyes; maybe I could convince Hankyung I was sleeping? “Henli, I know you’re awake.” Oh.
Hankyung chuckled and tugged at my blanket. I opened one eye and looked at the other man, sitting on my bed, grinning at me, waking me from my sleep. Suddenly, he was leaning down to me, his lips appearing right next to my ear. “Time to get up,” he whispered, “baby brother.”
My eyes went wide, heat rushed to my cheeks and I made an effort to push Hankyung off of me, but he refused to budge.
“You don’t like me doing this, baby bro?” Hankyung asked, letting out a little chuckle as the words passed his lips. “I thought you liked it when I kissed you.”
“Not here, gege!” I shrieked as I felt the press of lips to my neck, right below my ear. “mom and uncle are home! What if they catch us?”
“They won’t,” Hankyung answered simply, pushing the comforter away and then reattaching his lips to my neck. It amazed me how he can be so calm and confident about this, when our parents, engaged to be married are just down stairs or down the hall. His hands were cold as he ran his fingers over my sides. “You should start wearing a shirt to bed, Henli,” he mumbled, pulling away from my skin for a moment, only to go right back to it.
I sighed, releasing all of the air I had been holding trying to stop myself from making any unnecessary sounds. I felt Hankyung smirk and if I had been any braver, I would have kicked him, but considering he is a master at martial arts, I didn’t. “Why?” I gasped out. “so you can’t attack me like this?”
Hankyung laughed again. “No,” he said, nibbling on my collarbone. “I still would. But you might be more inclined to get up before I had the chance.”
“Then you’d just catch me in the shower,” I told him, trying to remain coherent and to regulate my breathing that has become slightly thin.
Hankyung laughed harder at this, dropping his head into my shoulder. “There’s a lock on that door, you know.” Hankyung said, once his laughter ceased. “Not that it matters,”
I grumbled, “yeah, you’d still get in. I think I’m safer here.”
“Aw,” Hankyung cooed, pulling himself away from me. He kissed my pouty lips (I was trying to pout, but he made me fail) and said, “You know I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to.”
I sighed again and kissed Hankyung’s lips as they hovered over mine. “I know.” He smiled and kissed me once more, before pulling me from the bed and away from the warmth of the blankets. He told me, just before he left, the quicker I dressed the less cold I’ll be. I wanted to kick him.
“Good morning, Henry!” said my mom as I came down the stairs. I pouted. I hated ties.
Hankyung saw me fiddling with the annoying fabric and he came to my rescue. His nimble fingers easily twisted the cloth into the proper knot. “There ya go, dongsaeng.”
“Come and eat, Henry, Hankyung,” mom said, placing a plate filled with scrambled eggs on the long table, next to the noodles and everything else she cooks in the morning. Mom is the only one who can say my name properly, and I adored her for that. Of course, if she couldn’t and still named me that anyway…I sighed. After 18 years, she better be able to say her son’s name properly.
My mom was a beautiful woman - she was 19 when she had me, so she was only 37. Her long black hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders and her eyes were always creased with laughter. “You look a lot like your mom,” Hankyung whispered to me as we took our seats next to each other.
“yeah?” I asked, scooping up some of the eggs and putting it onto my plate. Hankyung nodded, claiming some of the noodles. “Well, you look like your dad, then.”
Hankyung laughed. “Don’t lie,” he said. “I look like my mom too.”I pouted. He was right; he looked almost nothing like his father. Hankyung grinned at me and pat my head. “Sorry, kiddo.”
“Good morning family!!” came an insane screech from behind us. Hankyung and I both almost broke our plates with the force of our skulls as we jumped out of our skin.
Hankyung spun around, glare firmly in place. “Be quiet, old man!!” he shouted at his father, who was too busy grinning and blowing kisses at his fiancé to have his good mood dampened by his son. “It’s too early to be that flamboyantly happy!”
“Nonsense, Geng!” the old man said cheerfully as he gratefully took the mug of hot coffee from Henry’s mom. “It’s never too early! And besides, today is a happy day!”
Before I could stop myself, I asked a question Hankyung warned me never to ask his father. “Why?” When I did realize it, Hankyung was almost ready to bang his head into the table.
After repeating ‘why’ a couple times, Uncle finally told us exactly why today was so special he had a reason to come leaping down the stairs and scare the daylights out of the two teenage boys. “Today is the day myself and your mother get married!!” In the background, my mom laughed. How did she deal with this crazy man?? And she gives him more coffee???
“Dad,” Hankyung sighed. “There is still two months until your wedding.”
“I know that, son!” the man said, rolling his eyes at the second oldest Chinese man in the room, who just so happened to be his son. “But it’s exactly two months today!” From somewhere in the kitchen, Miss Lau cooed and I just about gagged.
After finally escaping our parents, Hankyung gripped my hand. We were about a block away from home, and it was still a little nerve-wracking, but I let him do it, and I held his back. The smile he gave me for it was all the reassurance I needed that we were okay. I mean, we are okay, right? I love him and he loves me. It’s all good; it’s just…we’re supposed to become siblings in two months, and I don’t think I’ll be able to act like we’re just brothers.
In two months, we’ll become siblings, and the word lover will never be one to describe us. In two months I have to stop feeling the way I do about him. In two months, I’ll have to become that obedient son my mother and Uncle have always wanted, alongside Hankyung.
But…I don’t think I will be able to look at Hankyung without feeling that fluttering in my chest, or the want to kiss him when he gives me that drop-dead gorgeous smile. I don’t want the morning kisses to stop, or the loving hugs we slip in when we know no one is looking.
In two months…I might break my mother’s heart.
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So..yes! This is my fic. Should I continue, should i not? please comment and let me know your thoughts!!
Also! Please, If you have a pitch for another title (cause i dont really like mine) and you would lend it to me, please let me know~~ danke, danke!!