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That night, after everyone left and we cleaned up, Hankyung and I sat on my bed, silent and hand-in-hand. He sat cross-legged in front of me and I sat cross-legged in front of him. It was quiet, at least until I said something.
“Hankyung,” I called, catching his attention easy amongst the silence of the room. He lifted his head to look at me with a soft ‘hm?’ and I just had to peck his cheek. He was too cute. “Sungmin-hyung likes Kuan.”
“Kuan?” he asked, a thoughtful expression written on his face. “I see. I knew he was crushing on someone… so it’s your friend.” He recapped and I nodded. “Did he tell her?” Hankyung asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity and amusement, like he knew already without having to ask, but knowing the answer would be enjoyable and asking anyway.
I shook my head, small smile on my face. “No. I don’t think he knows what he wants to say,” I explained, “But I don’t think Kuan’ll reject him.”
“Hm,” Hankyung hummed, like he was deep in thought. His ‘thoughtful’ expression was so cute, his face all scrunched up like that. “I think that means we should help them out.” I laughed and agreed with him, a smile creeping on his face as I laughed. “But first,” he whispers, his voice deep and husky and I wondered when had he gotten so close.
Before I even had the chance to ask, Hankyung silenced me and my questions with a kiss. More intimate than usual, open-mouthed and slow, I felt my heart race as he supported the back of my neck as he lowered me to the pillow behind us. We laid on out sides, facing each other, my hand resting at his shoulders, his on my neck or cheek.
The kiss got to the point where I was getting scared of what it might eventually lead to if we continued. It was Hankyung, I told myself, it was Hankyung, the man I loved and we’re okay and this is okay. But then I began thinking of that nameless man, who took me, drugged, in that horrid alley.
Shoved against the wall, hands clawing at my shirt.. Between languid, loving kisses, Hankyung pressed firm ones at the corners of my mouth and cheeks. Hands touching me, a voice talking, spouting vile words into my ear.. He always made time to whisper, breathily, ‘I love you’ when he wasn’t kissing the life out of me. Fondling and touching and biting hard enough to break skin.. Hankyung’s lips brushed against my cheek as he moved to kiss me from whispering in my ear. I think we both had forgot just who can walk into the room at any given moment as see us like this, but I don’t think either one of us cared all too much. He cursed at me before slamming into me as hard as he could.. Hankyung’s hands held firmly to my waist with more energy than his lazy kisses would suggest he had. His hands moved to hold my hips and pull me closer to him, if such a thing were possible. My body being torn to shreds, ripped apart.. Our bodies were pressed together, hip to hip, chest to chest, face to face. Hankyung still kissed me, slowly as if pouring all of his love in the single gesture, his tongue teasing my own. “You sure were a good fuck, you little shit.”
And soon, those were the only thoughts on my mind.
I squirmed a little bit, and broke our kiss. Hankyung was confused, but I only squirmed, trying to get away from this, away from those thoughts.
“Henli,” he called and his voice seemed so far away even though we were so close. I couldn’t hear him, I bit my lip and willed those thoughts to stop, to bring back good memories and thoughts of Hankyung or Kuan or anybody, just not him. “Henli!” Hankyung’s voice was raw, and probably just as scared as I was, but I still couldn’t hear it. Hankyung grabbed my shoulders, effectively stopping my squirming. He looked at me with hurt and sorrowful eyes, and I almost couldn’t handle it. “Henli, tell me what’s going on…please! You’ve been spacey since you left the hospital, is everything ok?”
I closed my eyes. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t; not here, not now, in front of Hankyung. I did my best to nod and look convincing. Hankyung’s slightly rough hand caressed my cheek, keeping my head from moving away from looking at him. It reached up and brushed away stray strands of hair gently before returning to its previous position. “Why are you lying to me?”
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He looked just as hurt as I felt, and that only made me feel worse. “I don’t mean to,” I whispered, “I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t,” he answered bluntly, not taking his eyes off of me.
I swallowed and proceeded to tell him an abridged version of what ran through my mind. Basically, all I said was I didn’t think we should continue on to something so intimate just yet and he just smiled, a half hearted one because I think he knew he wasn’t getting the full story, and messed up my hair. He agreed with me, and told me we’d take it slow, until I was ready. He didn’t ask me anything more on the topic, for which I am really happy.
I leaned closer and pecked his lips, expressing my gratitude and smiled at him when I pulled away. “I love you,” I said, and he immediately repeated to me. “Are you staying with me tonight?”
“Only if you want me to,” he said, with a grin and I was happy to see his mood lighten. He was already joking around with me. I smiled wider and nodded, curling closer to him and falling asleep, listening to the sound of his regular heart beat and breathing.
Later the next day, Hankyung and I call Sungmin, telling him to meet us somewhere and we were going to help him with his confession for Kuan. Needless to say, he was slightly annoyed but welcomed the help anyway.
Around one in the afternoon, Sungmin shows up at our designated meeting place, dressed handsomely in dark jeans and a pink T-shirt. He still looks slightly annoyed, a frown firmly in place, but his eyes tell another story entirely, so I didn’t feel all too bad about making him do this.
Hankyung met him with a big grin, his eyes dancing with mischief. His hand rested low on my waist as we sat on the park bench, his fingers dancing lazily against the fabric of my shirt and I leaned against him, my head on his shoulder as he almost lulled me to sleep.
“So,” Sungmin began, looking around the park. Little kids ran back and forth, screaming and laughing and being kids, the park is always so alive with people. “Are you two going to help me, or stare at me?”
Hankyung took us to a quant café close to the park and we talked for about an hour, about what to say, what not to, etcetera, all based on Kuan’s individual personality. At three in the afternoon, we had a pretty decent plan and we went to find Kuan, because we were going to make Sungmin confess today before he’d forget or loose confidence.
Suddenly, my phone rang, loudly singing the chorus of H.O.T. Hankyung laughed and told me I should change it, but I rolled my eyes and pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?...Mrs. Bai, hello! How are you?...I’m okay, thanks….Kuan? No, she’s not with me, I haven’t seen her since yesterday. We were just about to come over, though.”
“Is something wrong?” Hankyung asked softly, whispering in my ear. I bit my lip and nodded, listening to Mrs. Bai (Kuan’s mother) continue talking. I told her that there has to be a logical explanation to this, because this is Kuan and Kuan is all about logic. I assured her that I would find her, no matter where she was, although I assumed maybe the library, the bookstore, the computer café, or another one of her usual hangouts.
“Kuan’s not at home,” I said as I ended the call, slipping the cell back into my pocket. I stared at the table, because something was amiss, and I couldn’t look Sungmin in the eye right now, because I knew he paled, and is really concerned. “Her mother said there was a note in her room, saying she was with us. She’s afraid someone took her.”
“Who would kidnap her?” Sungmin asked, his voice low. “she’s a martial artist-we go to the same school, I see her train. No one would want to deal with her.”
“Kuan Ye is the daughter of a very successful business man. His stocks and company are well wished for, trust me. Although her father and mine are close, my father has seen people doing things, such as kidnapping, to try and buy out another rival company,” Hankyung said, almost instantly turning into the businessman his father wished for him to be. He was the heir to Uncle’s bank company, and his father wants no one but Hankyung to have it. Although Hankyung is relatively a normal kid, he has been trained to be like this, to become a cold businessman in a blink of an eye. “I’m almost positive this has everything to do with her family’s business.”
I gulped. If this is true, Kuan is in trouble. I have heard the stories - Uncle told me about such happenings that turned out really bad a few months ago, telling me to stay with Hankyung at all times so no one would attempt such a thing with myself. But, this is Kuan. My best friend. And she was in danger.
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Okays!! how was that?? alright i hope....hehe
so... i have another story idea in my mind, called Kiss Goodbye but i dont know if i like it too much. its Henwook this time, with a meddling Donghae. how i have it planned, its short (about 10 chapters+epilogue), and deals with AIDs. if anyone is interested in this story, and maybe helping me a bit with it...let me know, ok?? otherwise, its just this fic for a while.... ^^;;
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