If I Kissed You, Would You Be Mad?
Title: If I Kissed You, Would You Be Mad?
Author: ich_heisse_kai
Pairing: Hanry
Rating: pg-13 this chapter's rated: R
Length: chaptered (4 of about 25)
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 :)
A/N: it's late, i'm tired, and this is unedited. so, please forgive any mistakes in grammar, spelling, etc. thanks.... ^^;;
Oh, and please forgive me for what i am about to do/had done in this chapter.... i'm horrible for writing something like this... T.T
Hankyung sat, rather miserably, at the kitchen table, tracing circles into the wood with his finger. His chin rested lazily in his hand and his eyes stared boredly out the nearby window.
Beside him, he heard a laugh, one which very presumably belongs to his ‘Auntie’, or Henry’s mom. Sometimes, Hankyung thinks of how strange it is to see Henry talking with his dad, the guy whom he fell in love with, would do anything for, talking with the man responsible for Hankyung’s life. It was an odd feeling…it also felt odd to talk with Henry, the woman who gave him Henry, although she doesn’t exactly know it. “Geng, you seem so bored without Henry here to tease.”
Hankyung chuckled and agreed with the woman. She moved so gracefully through the kitchen, it almost reminded him of some sort of dance. And whatever she was cooking smelt good.
“Order whatever you’d like,” the man said, handing me a menu from the bar. I situated myself, rater awkwardly, in a booth in the sweaty dance club, my bookbag closely against me. I accepted the menu and thanked the man for his kindness. The stranger smiled it off and joined myself in the seat across from me. When I told him I just wanted an iced tea, the man flagged down a waitress and told her. She smiled and promised it would be out soon.
“Where’re you from kid?” the man asked, leaning his chin against his laced fingers. His elbows were propped up on the table and a smile was firmly placed on his lips. I couldn’t decipher anything from that smile…
I answered quickly, “The other side of town,” and added, “look, maybe I should go…my brother will be here soon and-”
“I thought you said no one was answering their phone?” the man asked quickly, interrupting me from what I was saying. But, he was right. I did say that.
I stuttered, “w-well, I’m going to go try again,” and I grabbed my bag and rushed off to the bathroom I knew had to be around here somewhere. The place was so overly crowded it was nuts. It was such a small building, one that wouldn’t surprise me if it was rat-infested.
At least the bathroom was quieter, but none too clean. My sneakers stuck to the floor and the place reeked. But it would do because it was quiet and I got phone reception. I pressed the number for Hankyung and got his voicemail again, but this time I left a message. “Hey, Hankyung-hyung, it’s Henry. Um, we’re done our project and I kinda need a ride home. I can’t bother Uncle and Mom would just send you anyway. Well, I’m at this club or something; Yon dragged me here, on the other side of town. Please come and get me, okay? Okay, well, I love you hyung. Bye” I pressed the ‘end call’ button and wondered for a moment if I should go back out. It’s not like Hankyung could find me if I was hiding in the bathroom. And besides, I troubled that man so much, I should at least thank him.
I walked back into the club and rejoined with the man, who was still seated at the booth where I left him. My tea was there already. I had to thank him, right? So I walked towards the table and proceeded to do just that, only he stopped me and said, “You don’t need to thank me. Just sit down for a little while; the food and drink is good here, despite the place’s appearance.”
“Oh, um, my brother will be coming soon to get me; I’d better wait outside for him,” I told him, hating to put him through all the trouble he did for me and then leave.
The man smiled, “so, he did answer his phone?”
“ah,” I began, about to say ‘yes’ when I realized he didn’t. “No.”
The men let out a laugh, and said, “Then sit down for a little while.” I stood in front of the table, wondering if I should or not. I mean, he didn’t look dangerous, he actually reminded me of a weird combination of Siwon and Zhou Mi. In the end, I did decide to sit down because who knew when Hankyung will come, or when he’ll even get my message. I should text him…
~~
Hankyung groaned and let his head fall of his hand and hit the table. He heard his Auntie laugh, her rich and gay laughter that was too infectious, but he didn’t care. He was bored. Henry wasn’t there to entertain him, and he had no idea what to do with himself.
“What time did my son say he was going to be home, Geng?” Henry’s mom asked, setting up the final preparations for their dinner.
Hankyung lifted his head far enough to see the clock on the stove. It read 6:45. “Fourty-five minutes ago.”
Auntie shook her head, “does he have a ride home? Usually he’s home by now.”
“I don’t know. I figured Yon would take him home, or he’d call me,” Hankyung said lazily, not moving a muscle beyond what it took to speak.
“Has he called you?”
Hankyung’s eyes widen and he realizes he doesn’t know. He dashes up to his room to get his cell phone from his school bag, where he had left it when he got home. He flipped it open and saw about 3 or so missed calls - all from Henry. His heart pounded in his chest and he quickly hit the ‘send’ button and called his dear younger brother-turned-lover. When no one answered, Hankyung cursed and quickly dialed two other familiar numbers and told the two who answered to be ready in 5-he was coming to get them.
~~
After a span of a half hour, a good thirty minutes to 45 minutes, Hankyung had not yet called me, text me, or come to get me, and I was getting dizzy. I don’t know what it was, but the room was spinning and focusing and unfocusing and it was making me rather nauseous. A few waitresses and bartenders came up to me and asked if I was okay, and after many dismissals, someone took me by the arm and lead me outside. The cool air felt nice-sobering. I was still walking somewhere, I wasn’t too sure where, but suddenly, I was shoved against the wall and hands were clawing at my shirt, yanking it off.
It took me a long while to realize what was happening, I still didn’t fully comprehend by the time I felt the cool evening air brushing against naked skin. Realization hit me, of what this man wanted. I squirmed and I screamed, I did everything I could think of to try and get away, to make him keep his hands to himself, but he was too strong and soon I was bound with something that seemed to be the tattered remains of what used to be my shirt. My hair was a mess - I could tell - I was sick to my stomach and wanted to vomit, and my body was being groped in a way I could care to forget.
Hands were touching me, a voice talking, spouting vile words into my ear and I retched, emptying my stomach of whatever made me sick in the first place.
The voice was yelling now, cursing me out. I recognized the voice now, it was that man who showed me so much kindness before. All the old lesions from school and my mom came flooding into my mind, and I recalled that my tea was at the table before I got there. I felt a cloth being shoved in my face, covering my mouth, and I figured it was another strip of my white shirt. Hankyung…hyung…help me…!
He must have drugged me, I thought as he shoved me even harder against the brick wall behind me, and I felt skin break. He slugged me a few times and continued where he left off before I vomited over him. He was fondling and touching me, biting my neck and shoulders and chest hard enough to draw blood; and he did. Help, my mind screamed, over and over again. Help, I need help! Hankyung….! Kuan….! …Yon….! Somebody!! Help me!!
Suddenly, I felt something, something hard and blunt trying to push its way inside of me; my body refused automatically and he cursed at me before slamming into me as hard as he could. I screamed around the gag, feeling my body being torn to shreds, ripped apart, and hot tears fell from my eyes.
He was thrusting into me, harder now, and I felt like I was dying. I wish I was, it would hurt less. My vision was fading, black dots invading my sight at varying levels of size and depth. Maybe one would swallow me up and I could leave this pain behind? Sounds too good to be true. The man groaned, and I felt a warm liquid shoot inside of me, and my wish to die intensified.
The man, once he was done with me, let me drop onto the ground in a pathetic heap of flesh and bone. I wish I could have groped around me, to find the remains of my clothes, to cover myself, but I couldn’t. my body wreaked with sobs.
“You sure were a good fuck, you little shit,” the man said, his nice and pleasant demeanor gone with the wind. I wondered absently where that nice man had gone and who had replaced him. Was everyone this two-faced? “You’re useless trash-” suddenly, there was a loud thud and louder cursing. “Who the fuck are you?!” I heard, along with other choice statements.
Hankyung raced to his friends’ houses and picked them both up. Siwon was the more happier to go, Heechul sulked a little, until Hankyung told him something could be wrong and his little brother could be hurt. They drove around for a little while, scoping out the land around the library.
“did he ever leave a message?” Siwon asked and Hankyung shrugged. “check to see if he did. He may have told you where he was.”
Hankyung nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket. He tossed it to Siwon, telling him to check it. After pressing a few buttons on the phone, and putting it on speaker, the three of them heard young Henry’s voice, slightly jumbled through the speaker say, “Hey, Hankyung-hyung, it’s Henry. Um, we’re done our project and I kinda need a ride home. I can’t bother Uncle and Mom would just send you anyway. Well, I’m at this club or something; Yon dragged me here, on the other side of town. Please come and get me, okay? Okay, well, I love you hyung. Bye”
A sick feeling in Hankyung stomach revealed itself, and he began to drive that much faster. “shit,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
The trio soon arrived at the bar/club and they entered the building fast, looking for anyone who looked like they would be in charge of such a place. The thumping beat could have given any of them a headache and Heechul grimaced.
Hankyung spotted somebody and he grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. She was fazed by his rashness, but not too much. “can I help you?” the three explained their reasons and described the one they were looking for. The woman listened well and nodded. “I’ve seen him, he was here not too long ago with another man. They left though.”
“When did they leave?” Siwon asked, knowing Hankyung might have acted more rashly if given the chance.
The woman, the waitress was thoroughly confused, her eyebrows were furrowed and her pretty lips were turned into a frown. Although this was a club on the bad side of town, this sort of thing didn’t occur too often. “About…15 to 20 minutes ago…”
Hankyung dashed out of the club, not really meaning to shove the poor woman in the process. Henry mattered more than she did anyways. Siwon apologized and followed his friends; Heechul had left in the same manner as Hankyung and almost right after him.
Hankyung was breathing hard, like he had just run a marathon. His face was flushed and his heart beat rapidly. His brother, his boyfriend, could be hurt somewhere, could be in danger because he was so stupid as to not check his phone sooner. “Hankyung,” a deep and soothing voice said from beside him. A hand appeared on his shoulder, a heavy weight keeping him down on earth, so it seemed to him. “don’t get so worked up. He’s alright, maybe on his way home right now.”
“Check your phone, Hannie,” Heechul piped up, from the other side of Siwon. “Maybe he called you. And if he didn’t you can call him.”
That was a great idea, and Hankyung wanted to kick himself for not thinking of it sooner. He whipped out his cell phone and punched in Henry’s number. Holding it to his ear, he wished and prayed hard for Henry to pick up, to hear Henry’s voice, to hear that he’s safe and okay. But, alas, nothing.
“Wait,” Heechul said, almost a whisper. “Call him again and listen closely.” Hankyung gave his hyung a strange look, as did Siwon. Heechul rolled his eyes and snatched Hankyung’s phone from his hand and pressed ‘redial’. “listen,” he said, and they did. Softly, in the background, Henry’s favorite H.O.T song played. It was soft, but it was there.
Hankyung rushed to the source: a nearby alley. Moans and quiet sobbing hummed from its dark depths, and they almost passed right by, thinking it was just some horny couple, but a voice caught made them stop. “You sure were a good fuck, you little shit.”
Heechul, who now held the Chinese man’s cell, pressed ‘redial’ again and Hankyung rushed in headstrong, followed by Siwon when they heard what was surely Henry’s ringtone.
“You’re useless trash-” Hankyung tackled the man to the ground with the aid of the stronger built Siwon. “Who the fuck are you?!” Between the two of them, they managed to completely disarm the man and give him at least two back eyes and many missing and loose teeth.
Meanwhile, Heechul rushed to the aid of the crumpled and weak form of Henry, lying huddled against the brick wall, bleeding from his back and arms, from bite marks and from a forced entry. Heechul’s dislike for the boy quickly dissolved and he removed his leather jacket to cover the naked boy. But as he had begun to cover him, Henry panicked and fought against him. “Henli! Henli, st-stop!” he shouted, and Henry paled. His big brown eyes looked up at Heechul in fear and it made Heechul’s heart thump in his chest. “its okay.”
Henry softly whispered Heechul’s name in confusion, his eyes fluttering closed. Heechul nodded and smiled the best crooked smile he could muster in such a situation and reached around Henry to undo his bonds. Soon, Henry was able to breathe correctly and had full use of his arms. The smaller boy quickly covered himself and burrowed into Heechul’s, now warm, leather jacket.
Hankyung ordered, from the fight, “get Henry to my car!” the man who had raped Henry was up and fighting, fairing well against the two martial artists. Heechul nodded and, as softly as he could, he pulled Henry’s slightly limp body close to him and picked him up, moving him to the car.
“…wh-what is…” henry whispered, no energy to do more.
Heechul raised an eyebrow, “going on?” he finished for him, looking down at the younger man in his arms and for a moment, he saw the perfect little boy Hankyung fell in love with. He sighed and made sure to set him down gently in the car. He was still bleeding profusely from his many open wounds and knew he was in unspeakable pain. “Hankyung and Siwon are beating the crap out of that guy.”
Henry’s big eyes fluttered open for a moment, and he muttered ‘Hankyung…’ before his eyes closed again. His arms were still draped around him, as well as what remained of his uniform. “and you’re…?”
Heechul let out a cold laugh and perched himself alongside the car, leaning against its metal frame. “I don’t know Karate, or Kung Fu, or whatever,” he said and felt almost proud at the soft, weak laugh that elicited from Henry.
After a little while, the two martial artists returned to Hankyung’s car and the first thing Hankyung does it make a move to hug the now sleeping young man in his backseat, but Heechul’s arm shoots out, stopping him. “I wouldn’t touch him, or move him. He is suffering pretty bad wounds.”
“Was he…” Siwon swallowed the last word, unable to say it, but they all knew what it was.
“Yeah,” Heechul said, “that bastard raped him.”
Hankyung never felt the need or want to kill anyone stronger than this before in his whole life.
Author: ich_heisse_kai
Pairing: Hanry
Rating: pg-13 this chapter's rated: R
Length: chaptered (4 of about 25)
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 :)
A/N: it's late, i'm tired, and this is unedited. so, please forgive any mistakes in grammar, spelling, etc. thanks.... ^^;;
Oh, and please forgive me for what i am about to do/had done in this chapter.... i'm horrible for writing something like this... T.T
Hankyung sat, rather miserably, at the kitchen table, tracing circles into the wood with his finger. His chin rested lazily in his hand and his eyes stared boredly out the nearby window.
Beside him, he heard a laugh, one which very presumably belongs to his ‘Auntie’, or Henry’s mom. Sometimes, Hankyung thinks of how strange it is to see Henry talking with his dad, the guy whom he fell in love with, would do anything for, talking with the man responsible for Hankyung’s life. It was an odd feeling…it also felt odd to talk with Henry, the woman who gave him Henry, although she doesn’t exactly know it. “Geng, you seem so bored without Henry here to tease.”
Hankyung chuckled and agreed with the woman. She moved so gracefully through the kitchen, it almost reminded him of some sort of dance. And whatever she was cooking smelt good.
“Order whatever you’d like,” the man said, handing me a menu from the bar. I situated myself, rater awkwardly, in a booth in the sweaty dance club, my bookbag closely against me. I accepted the menu and thanked the man for his kindness. The stranger smiled it off and joined myself in the seat across from me. When I told him I just wanted an iced tea, the man flagged down a waitress and told her. She smiled and promised it would be out soon.
“Where’re you from kid?” the man asked, leaning his chin against his laced fingers. His elbows were propped up on the table and a smile was firmly placed on his lips. I couldn’t decipher anything from that smile…
I answered quickly, “The other side of town,” and added, “look, maybe I should go…my brother will be here soon and-”
“I thought you said no one was answering their phone?” the man asked quickly, interrupting me from what I was saying. But, he was right. I did say that.
I stuttered, “w-well, I’m going to go try again,” and I grabbed my bag and rushed off to the bathroom I knew had to be around here somewhere. The place was so overly crowded it was nuts. It was such a small building, one that wouldn’t surprise me if it was rat-infested.
At least the bathroom was quieter, but none too clean. My sneakers stuck to the floor and the place reeked. But it would do because it was quiet and I got phone reception. I pressed the number for Hankyung and got his voicemail again, but this time I left a message. “Hey, Hankyung-hyung, it’s Henry. Um, we’re done our project and I kinda need a ride home. I can’t bother Uncle and Mom would just send you anyway. Well, I’m at this club or something; Yon dragged me here, on the other side of town. Please come and get me, okay? Okay, well, I love you hyung. Bye” I pressed the ‘end call’ button and wondered for a moment if I should go back out. It’s not like Hankyung could find me if I was hiding in the bathroom. And besides, I troubled that man so much, I should at least thank him.
I walked back into the club and rejoined with the man, who was still seated at the booth where I left him. My tea was there already. I had to thank him, right? So I walked towards the table and proceeded to do just that, only he stopped me and said, “You don’t need to thank me. Just sit down for a little while; the food and drink is good here, despite the place’s appearance.”
“Oh, um, my brother will be coming soon to get me; I’d better wait outside for him,” I told him, hating to put him through all the trouble he did for me and then leave.
The man smiled, “so, he did answer his phone?”
“ah,” I began, about to say ‘yes’ when I realized he didn’t. “No.”
The men let out a laugh, and said, “Then sit down for a little while.” I stood in front of the table, wondering if I should or not. I mean, he didn’t look dangerous, he actually reminded me of a weird combination of Siwon and Zhou Mi. In the end, I did decide to sit down because who knew when Hankyung will come, or when he’ll even get my message. I should text him…
~~
Hankyung groaned and let his head fall of his hand and hit the table. He heard his Auntie laugh, her rich and gay laughter that was too infectious, but he didn’t care. He was bored. Henry wasn’t there to entertain him, and he had no idea what to do with himself.
“What time did my son say he was going to be home, Geng?” Henry’s mom asked, setting up the final preparations for their dinner.
Hankyung lifted his head far enough to see the clock on the stove. It read 6:45. “Fourty-five minutes ago.”
Auntie shook her head, “does he have a ride home? Usually he’s home by now.”
“I don’t know. I figured Yon would take him home, or he’d call me,” Hankyung said lazily, not moving a muscle beyond what it took to speak.
“Has he called you?”
Hankyung’s eyes widen and he realizes he doesn’t know. He dashes up to his room to get his cell phone from his school bag, where he had left it when he got home. He flipped it open and saw about 3 or so missed calls - all from Henry. His heart pounded in his chest and he quickly hit the ‘send’ button and called his dear younger brother-turned-lover. When no one answered, Hankyung cursed and quickly dialed two other familiar numbers and told the two who answered to be ready in 5-he was coming to get them.
~~
After a span of a half hour, a good thirty minutes to 45 minutes, Hankyung had not yet called me, text me, or come to get me, and I was getting dizzy. I don’t know what it was, but the room was spinning and focusing and unfocusing and it was making me rather nauseous. A few waitresses and bartenders came up to me and asked if I was okay, and after many dismissals, someone took me by the arm and lead me outside. The cool air felt nice-sobering. I was still walking somewhere, I wasn’t too sure where, but suddenly, I was shoved against the wall and hands were clawing at my shirt, yanking it off.
It took me a long while to realize what was happening, I still didn’t fully comprehend by the time I felt the cool evening air brushing against naked skin. Realization hit me, of what this man wanted. I squirmed and I screamed, I did everything I could think of to try and get away, to make him keep his hands to himself, but he was too strong and soon I was bound with something that seemed to be the tattered remains of what used to be my shirt. My hair was a mess - I could tell - I was sick to my stomach and wanted to vomit, and my body was being groped in a way I could care to forget.
Hands were touching me, a voice talking, spouting vile words into my ear and I retched, emptying my stomach of whatever made me sick in the first place.
The voice was yelling now, cursing me out. I recognized the voice now, it was that man who showed me so much kindness before. All the old lesions from school and my mom came flooding into my mind, and I recalled that my tea was at the table before I got there. I felt a cloth being shoved in my face, covering my mouth, and I figured it was another strip of my white shirt. Hankyung…hyung…help me…!
He must have drugged me, I thought as he shoved me even harder against the brick wall behind me, and I felt skin break. He slugged me a few times and continued where he left off before I vomited over him. He was fondling and touching me, biting my neck and shoulders and chest hard enough to draw blood; and he did. Help, my mind screamed, over and over again. Help, I need help! Hankyung….! Kuan….! …Yon….! Somebody!! Help me!!
Suddenly, I felt something, something hard and blunt trying to push its way inside of me; my body refused automatically and he cursed at me before slamming into me as hard as he could. I screamed around the gag, feeling my body being torn to shreds, ripped apart, and hot tears fell from my eyes.
He was thrusting into me, harder now, and I felt like I was dying. I wish I was, it would hurt less. My vision was fading, black dots invading my sight at varying levels of size and depth. Maybe one would swallow me up and I could leave this pain behind? Sounds too good to be true. The man groaned, and I felt a warm liquid shoot inside of me, and my wish to die intensified.
The man, once he was done with me, let me drop onto the ground in a pathetic heap of flesh and bone. I wish I could have groped around me, to find the remains of my clothes, to cover myself, but I couldn’t. my body wreaked with sobs.
“You sure were a good fuck, you little shit,” the man said, his nice and pleasant demeanor gone with the wind. I wondered absently where that nice man had gone and who had replaced him. Was everyone this two-faced? “You’re useless trash-” suddenly, there was a loud thud and louder cursing. “Who the fuck are you?!” I heard, along with other choice statements.
Hankyung raced to his friends’ houses and picked them both up. Siwon was the more happier to go, Heechul sulked a little, until Hankyung told him something could be wrong and his little brother could be hurt. They drove around for a little while, scoping out the land around the library.
“did he ever leave a message?” Siwon asked and Hankyung shrugged. “check to see if he did. He may have told you where he was.”
Hankyung nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket. He tossed it to Siwon, telling him to check it. After pressing a few buttons on the phone, and putting it on speaker, the three of them heard young Henry’s voice, slightly jumbled through the speaker say, “Hey, Hankyung-hyung, it’s Henry. Um, we’re done our project and I kinda need a ride home. I can’t bother Uncle and Mom would just send you anyway. Well, I’m at this club or something; Yon dragged me here, on the other side of town. Please come and get me, okay? Okay, well, I love you hyung. Bye”
A sick feeling in Hankyung stomach revealed itself, and he began to drive that much faster. “shit,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
The trio soon arrived at the bar/club and they entered the building fast, looking for anyone who looked like they would be in charge of such a place. The thumping beat could have given any of them a headache and Heechul grimaced.
Hankyung spotted somebody and he grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. She was fazed by his rashness, but not too much. “can I help you?” the three explained their reasons and described the one they were looking for. The woman listened well and nodded. “I’ve seen him, he was here not too long ago with another man. They left though.”
“When did they leave?” Siwon asked, knowing Hankyung might have acted more rashly if given the chance.
The woman, the waitress was thoroughly confused, her eyebrows were furrowed and her pretty lips were turned into a frown. Although this was a club on the bad side of town, this sort of thing didn’t occur too often. “About…15 to 20 minutes ago…”
Hankyung dashed out of the club, not really meaning to shove the poor woman in the process. Henry mattered more than she did anyways. Siwon apologized and followed his friends; Heechul had left in the same manner as Hankyung and almost right after him.
Hankyung was breathing hard, like he had just run a marathon. His face was flushed and his heart beat rapidly. His brother, his boyfriend, could be hurt somewhere, could be in danger because he was so stupid as to not check his phone sooner. “Hankyung,” a deep and soothing voice said from beside him. A hand appeared on his shoulder, a heavy weight keeping him down on earth, so it seemed to him. “don’t get so worked up. He’s alright, maybe on his way home right now.”
“Check your phone, Hannie,” Heechul piped up, from the other side of Siwon. “Maybe he called you. And if he didn’t you can call him.”
That was a great idea, and Hankyung wanted to kick himself for not thinking of it sooner. He whipped out his cell phone and punched in Henry’s number. Holding it to his ear, he wished and prayed hard for Henry to pick up, to hear Henry’s voice, to hear that he’s safe and okay. But, alas, nothing.
“Wait,” Heechul said, almost a whisper. “Call him again and listen closely.” Hankyung gave his hyung a strange look, as did Siwon. Heechul rolled his eyes and snatched Hankyung’s phone from his hand and pressed ‘redial’. “listen,” he said, and they did. Softly, in the background, Henry’s favorite H.O.T song played. It was soft, but it was there.
Hankyung rushed to the source: a nearby alley. Moans and quiet sobbing hummed from its dark depths, and they almost passed right by, thinking it was just some horny couple, but a voice caught made them stop. “You sure were a good fuck, you little shit.”
Heechul, who now held the Chinese man’s cell, pressed ‘redial’ again and Hankyung rushed in headstrong, followed by Siwon when they heard what was surely Henry’s ringtone.
“You’re useless trash-” Hankyung tackled the man to the ground with the aid of the stronger built Siwon. “Who the fuck are you?!” Between the two of them, they managed to completely disarm the man and give him at least two back eyes and many missing and loose teeth.
Meanwhile, Heechul rushed to the aid of the crumpled and weak form of Henry, lying huddled against the brick wall, bleeding from his back and arms, from bite marks and from a forced entry. Heechul’s dislike for the boy quickly dissolved and he removed his leather jacket to cover the naked boy. But as he had begun to cover him, Henry panicked and fought against him. “Henli! Henli, st-stop!” he shouted, and Henry paled. His big brown eyes looked up at Heechul in fear and it made Heechul’s heart thump in his chest. “its okay.”
Henry softly whispered Heechul’s name in confusion, his eyes fluttering closed. Heechul nodded and smiled the best crooked smile he could muster in such a situation and reached around Henry to undo his bonds. Soon, Henry was able to breathe correctly and had full use of his arms. The smaller boy quickly covered himself and burrowed into Heechul’s, now warm, leather jacket.
Hankyung ordered, from the fight, “get Henry to my car!” the man who had raped Henry was up and fighting, fairing well against the two martial artists. Heechul nodded and, as softly as he could, he pulled Henry’s slightly limp body close to him and picked him up, moving him to the car.
“…wh-what is…” henry whispered, no energy to do more.
Heechul raised an eyebrow, “going on?” he finished for him, looking down at the younger man in his arms and for a moment, he saw the perfect little boy Hankyung fell in love with. He sighed and made sure to set him down gently in the car. He was still bleeding profusely from his many open wounds and knew he was in unspeakable pain. “Hankyung and Siwon are beating the crap out of that guy.”
Henry’s big eyes fluttered open for a moment, and he muttered ‘Hankyung…’ before his eyes closed again. His arms were still draped around him, as well as what remained of his uniform. “and you’re…?”
Heechul let out a cold laugh and perched himself alongside the car, leaning against its metal frame. “I don’t know Karate, or Kung Fu, or whatever,” he said and felt almost proud at the soft, weak laugh that elicited from Henry.
After a little while, the two martial artists returned to Hankyung’s car and the first thing Hankyung does it make a move to hug the now sleeping young man in his backseat, but Heechul’s arm shoots out, stopping him. “I wouldn’t touch him, or move him. He is suffering pretty bad wounds.”
“Was he…” Siwon swallowed the last word, unable to say it, but they all knew what it was.
“Yeah,” Heechul said, “that bastard raped him.”
Hankyung never felt the need or want to kill anyone stronger than this before in his whole life.