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
Length: chaptered (3 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 :)
unedited...sorry for any mistakes. ^^;;
At the end of the day, I met Hankyung where I agreed to: at the front gates. I sat there a little while; Hankyung’s last class was near the far end of the school, so he had some ways to walk. But I didn’t mind waiting.
Once the ten-minute mark passed, Hankyung appeared in my vision and got closer and closer until he was in front of me, reaching a hand out to me to help me up. I smiled at him and gratefully took his hand. “Ready to go?” he asked me, and his voice almost sounded sleep-deprived. Maybe he just slept through last period? I nodded and we headed home. But instead of going straight home, Hankyung took my hand and lead me another way.
“Where’re we going?” I asked.
Hankyung smiled back at me as he continued to lead me to somewhere I wasn’t too sure of. But I followed because I knew Hankyung was in charge and he wouldn’t put me in danger. “Somewhere where it can be just you and me.” Oh, that sounded nice…
In the end, we ended up at the local park. I frowned. There would defiantly be no privacy here. And besides, little kids come here to play and they don’t need to see us kissing… that could possibly scar them for life… those poor kids. Instead of stopping, Hankyung kept walking, back, beyond the trees and bushes that covered the area. Soon, we ended up in a pretty isolated place near the center of the park, away from prying eyes. But it was small, and cramped.
Hankyung smiled at me and plopped down in the soft green grass. His hand tugged at mine and urged me to join him. I returned to him a soft smile and sat down beside him. “what’s wrong hyung?” hey, what better time to ask then now? He might not tell me anyways, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try.
Hankyung raised an eyebrow and stared at me. “’What’s wrong’? what do you mean?”
“Well,” how to phrase this? “at lunch, when we were leaving, it felt like you wanted to say something else than what you did say,” I explained. Hankyung’s lips formed an ‘o’ and he nodded, telling me he knew what I was talking about. “What did you want to tell me?”
Hankyung laughed, it was a small and nervous laugh and it only served to spark my curiosity more. “You want to know what I wanted to say?” I nodded. “Well,” Hankyung’s arms found their way around my waist and he pulled me closer to him, so close I could almost feel heat radiating from his body. “I’ll show you what I wanted,” one of Hankyung’s hands left my waist and cupped my chin, pulling me even closer to him, and soon, his lips found mine. This kiss didn’t remain innocent for very long, Hankyung quickly deepened it, tracing my lower lip with his tongue.
The kiss didn’t last long when my cell phone began ringing. Never before had I hated H.O.T’s ‘We Are the Future’ but I had just then. Hankyung refused to break the kiss right away and when he did he pressed the phone to my ear, telling me to talk. Why couldn’t he answer it?? “It’s your phone, baby. Now talk before they hang up.”
I did my best, honest. But with Hankyung sucking your neck, it was hard to think of anything coherent to say. I heard my mom’s voice, talking into the phone and asking if I was there. “W-wei?” She laughed and talked about something I don’t remember and I tried to not moan like I wanted to. “w-where… ah…are we?” If Hankyung wanted me to talk on the phone, he could at least stop kissing me. It would make it a whole lot easier to lie.
“tell her,” he said softly, his lips brushing the skin on my shoulder and I shivered. I felt him smirk and he kissed that spot, “tell her we went to get something to eat.”
“…Eat,” I said dumbly, and I never wanted to kick Hankyung worse in my life. “we got…ah…something to eat.” Mom spoke a few more times, but all I was aware of was Hankyung and the fact I just lied to my mother. “…ah…yeah… I’m okay-” Hankyung chuckled and bit down rather hard on my neck. What was he? A vampire? I swallowed hard and said, “yeah…we will be home when we’re -ah- done.”
I pressed the ‘end call’ button and tossed it in the general direction of my phone before tackling Hankyung down to the ground. He just laughed and I growled. “What’s the big idea?”
Hankyung grinned wolfishly, “The big idea?” he repeated and brought his knee up to rub against that certain spot between my legs and I gasped. “You’re enjoying this as much as I thought you were.” I frowned and pushed off of him, moving away towards my backpack. I pouted, putting away my cell phone into its pocket, and fumbling with my bag.
“Aw,” Hankyung cooed, crawling over to me and hooking his arm over my shoulder. He kissed a spot by my ear and apologized softly, “Sorry, baby. I won’t do it next time.”
I fought with the urge to smile. It’s impossible to stay mad at Geng, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s that smile he gives you - earnest and so handsome - or maybe it’s the fact I love him? I think it’s the second one. “But,” I began and he raised an eye brow, moving to rest his chin on my shoulder. “I might want you to do it next time.”
Hankyung let out a short laugh. He reached out and made me turn just enough to be able to peck my lips and whisper, “we’ll see what happens next time, next time.”
Hankyung and I returned home just in time for Mom to finish dinner. Uncle wasn’t home yet - he never is before 6. Mom turned to us and smiled as we took off our shoes at the front door; the house was set up that way: the kitchen and the front hall melt into one another. “You boys go on upstairs and wash up. dinner is almost done.”
We did what we were told and headed straight upstairs. I went to my room, while Hankyung went to his, and changed out of my school uniform and into something more comfortable.
At the dinner table, mom asked us about our day, separately of course, and we answered her truthfully, save for the happenings at the park. Moms shouldn’t know things like that about her children anyways, but I couldn’t tell her that I was kissing her soon-to-be eldest boy.
School the next day was long. Longer than ever and by my second period, I knew it was going to be longer. Second period was World History, and I had it with Kuan, so it wasn’t too bad. Kuan and I sit a few tables from each other, close enough to claim the other for projects like the one our teacher was giving. But no matter if we were seated next to each other, we couldn’t move fast enough to pair up if the teacher had pre-selected the pairs.
Not fair.
It took most of the period for the middle-aged man to list off everyone in the class and about half way through it, I heard my name along with Yonsun. It was impossible to hide the disappointment from my expression.
Park Yonsun, otherwise known as Yon, was a girl influenced too much by American pop-culture. She wore her skirt as short as it could be before she was caught, she wore the anarchy symbol whenever she could, and her hair was bleached blonde. Her eyes were always outlined in too much make-up; she was basically an Avril Lavigne/Brittany Spears reject.
Her reputation in school wasn’t too great either, although Kuan thought it was immensely funny that I got her for a partner (she was laughing. Kuan never laughs). I wondered how Hankyung would take it…
“No. Absolutely not. I refuse to let you be partnered with her.”
Oh, there was my answer. When I told him about second period, and the project, my brother turned a furious shade of red, like he just ate the world’s hottest pepper whole. It was kind of funny, and it would have been funnier if I wasn’t scared for my life.
Hankyung stood up, a definite screech sounded from his chair scraping against tile floor, with a determined and angry look on his face. “I’m going to talk to your teacher, get you another partner.”
Yon’s reputation was known throughout the school. She was very infamous for being loud, disrupting, rude, selfish, and rather…slutty.
I grabbed Hankyung’s arm, effectively stopping him from going anywhere. Begging him to sit back down, I told him, “Sonsaengnim has already decided. We can’t do anything about it.”
“Yeah,” agreed Siwon from across the table. He, like the others, were watching on in amusement like this was some sort of tv drama. “Don’t worry about it Hannie. Besides, maybe lil’ Henli can chage the girl.”
Hankyung didn’t budge.
“Just make sure she doesn’t fall in love with you, Henli,” Sungmin preached, wagging a skinny finger at me. “Because Hankyung will surely murder her if it happens.” That was very…very likely. So likely it was scary. Not about Yon falling in love with me (oh, dear god, no), but Hankyung actually killing her. It wasn’t above him, nor was it below him. And the look on Hankyung’s face, like a daydream, but evilly, was scary. He might just do it.
My eyes widened when I saw a bloody description of it in my mind’s eye and I tugged on Hankyung’s arm. Was that what he was thinking? It, by all means, wasn’t a merciful, painless death. It was like one of those torture devises used on witches in Medieval Europe, but I think this was all from the dark recesses of Hankyung’s mind, 100% unique. “Oh my God, just sit down, hyung!” Who the heck was I in love with??
At the end of lunch, with Kuan by my side, I told Hankyung I wouldn’t be walking home with him today, that I had to meet up with Yon and work on our project, and I’d be home at 6 at the latest so I didn’t miss dinner. He agreed, but only because Kuan was there. Although he had thoughts of killing a girl a few years younger than him, Hankyung was a gentleman by just about every standard. And besides, he liked Kuan.
I wish the day could have continued, to drag it out forever, so I didn’t have to meet Yon, or at least run away and hide behind Hankyung or Siwon or Kuan, who all knew some form of martial arts (Kuan studied a form of Stick Fighting and was very able), but I had no choice as it seemed I shared the last period of the day with Yon. Since when?!
“Yah, Lau. Get over here,” she called, using my last name, waving me over once the bell had rung. I wanted to run. My mind screamed ‘run, run’ while my legs moved towards her, like she told me to do. “We’re working on the project-thing tonight.” No heck? Otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here, missy (if that can refer to this…girl standing in front of me). “You come with me, no talking, and it’ll be quicker.”
Well, we worked on our project. For a whole 2 hours, all research done by yours truly. We are at the library, about to close. I wish I let Hankyung change my partner. This isn’t fair and our teacher is hearing of this.
“Yah, Lau!” she said, picking at her black-painted nails. Yon sat atop the desk next to the computer, feet resting on the chair.
I tried to be polite, I really did. Mom had always taught me and my brothers (whom now live in America somewhere) to be polite to women, no matter what, and I seriously tried. “What?” I snapped. I was so close to calling Kuan or Hankyung for back-up, but I refrained. Kuan was busy with her own project and Hankyung…I couldn’t bother him.
“What’s it between you and that…Bai girl?” she said, emphasizing ‘Bai’ in a way I wasn’t too particularly fond of. But I bit my tongue. “That Chinese girl in our class, what was her name again? Kan Ya? Kun Yi?”
“Kuan Ye,” I interrupted, pronouncing her name so a 2nd grader could understand, whatever language they spoke. “What about her?”
“Whatever,” Yon said, pointedly. A moment later she lowered her hand from her face, looking at me for the first time in an hour or two. Her blonde hair was messily hung into a ponytail that looked none too attractive and her skirt rode a little high for my tastes. “You love her or something?” she asked, and for once she sounded almost human.
“She’s my best friend,” I answered, losing the harsh tone I was previously using. Since she was using a nicer tone, so would I. Never once did I look away from the computer.
“hm,” Yon hummed, bringing her hand back up to her eyes, examining her nails for any leftover traces of dirt or something. Man, this girl was hard to entertain!! Not that I should have to be entertaining her, she should be helping me with our project. “Good.” Good? What the heck?
The librarian kicked us out. Seriously, I have never been kicked out of a library before in my life. I didn’t go that often, but still! Kicked out?? Okay, so maybe it was closing, maybe we were the last people there, and maybe we were keeping them from locking up shop, but seriously now!! How is a student supposed to finish a project ‘round here??
Whilst I was fuming, I didn’t notice Yon’s grabby little hands take mine and lead me somewhere. I wish I had realized sooner. I recognized this place, it was on the bad side of town (the library and a run of train tracks marked the separation from “good side” and “bad side”) and it looked it. The paint was chipping from the walls and the neon lights flashing in the windows seemed to glow eerily. It was a dance club. A none-too-good one at that. A loud, obnoxious beat of nothing sounded from the inside and Yon tugged at my hand. “You coming inside?”
Coming inside? Heck no! “No, I have to get home before they worry about me,” I told her, making it sound as heartfelt as I possibly could. The place reeked of alcohol and I wanted to throw up.
“Oh, come on, Lau!” she begged and I wondered if she was trying to look innocent. It wasn’t working. “You said you didn’t have a girlfriend!”
“I said I wasn’t dating Kuan, not that I wasn’t dating someone,” I corrected her and her eyes widened in surprise. She exclaimed something like ‘you’re dating someone?’ and something about Kuan and some other female classmate. “No, Yon. Look, I have to be going home.”
Yon puffed out her cheeks and stomped away, shouting a ‘fine!’ at me as she shoved her way past the double doors of the club. I sighed and pulled out my cell phone from my backpack, calling Hankyung. I can’t walk home from here; it would take me near 2 hours. I sighed again when I got his voicemail. Uncle wouldn’t be home yet, or in any position to come and pick me up and there was no way in hell I want my mother to find me here. So I tried Hankyung again. Voicemail. I ended the call and glared at my phone.
“hey, stranger. Why the long face?”
I turned and saw a man, a number of years older than myself but still young enough to get by with that lingo. He was dressed smartly, his brown hair slicked back, a suit without the jacket and a nice white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“What’s it to you?” I asked. It had been a long day and, seriously, I didn’t want to deal with anyone who is not Hankyung or my mother. Or Kuan. Wait, I should try to call Kuan! I quickly pressed the speed dial for the girl and pressed the phone to my ear, forgetting about the man standing a few feet from me. Again, voicemail. What the heck?! Why don’t any of my friends answer their cell phones??
The man laughed, good-naturedly. “No one home?”
“No, they’re home,” I grumbled, stuffing my phone back in my bag. I don’t care if I was pouting, I had every right. “just not answering their phones.”
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to come face to face with the man. Whoa, step back. He was way too close. “Why don’t you go inside for now? It’s going to get cold soon, and I can get you something to eat or drink if you want me to.”
“Um,” I wondered if he was ok to trust. He looked like Uncle, and uncle was harmless when it comes to anything besides his Bank (he owns a bank, by the way) and business. But also, Hankyung taught me that looks can be deceiving. I mean, although Hankyung looks harmless like his dad, he was the one getting creative with death plans for Yon. “I guess.”
Author: ich_heisse_kai
Pairing: Hanry
Rating: pg-13
Length: chaptered (3 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 :)
unedited...sorry for any mistakes. ^^;;
At the end of the day, I met Hankyung where I agreed to: at the front gates. I sat there a little while; Hankyung’s last class was near the far end of the school, so he had some ways to walk. But I didn’t mind waiting.
Once the ten-minute mark passed, Hankyung appeared in my vision and got closer and closer until he was in front of me, reaching a hand out to me to help me up. I smiled at him and gratefully took his hand. “Ready to go?” he asked me, and his voice almost sounded sleep-deprived. Maybe he just slept through last period? I nodded and we headed home. But instead of going straight home, Hankyung took my hand and lead me another way.
“Where’re we going?” I asked.
Hankyung smiled back at me as he continued to lead me to somewhere I wasn’t too sure of. But I followed because I knew Hankyung was in charge and he wouldn’t put me in danger. “Somewhere where it can be just you and me.” Oh, that sounded nice…
In the end, we ended up at the local park. I frowned. There would defiantly be no privacy here. And besides, little kids come here to play and they don’t need to see us kissing… that could possibly scar them for life… those poor kids. Instead of stopping, Hankyung kept walking, back, beyond the trees and bushes that covered the area. Soon, we ended up in a pretty isolated place near the center of the park, away from prying eyes. But it was small, and cramped.
Hankyung smiled at me and plopped down in the soft green grass. His hand tugged at mine and urged me to join him. I returned to him a soft smile and sat down beside him. “what’s wrong hyung?” hey, what better time to ask then now? He might not tell me anyways, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try.
Hankyung raised an eyebrow and stared at me. “’What’s wrong’? what do you mean?”
“Well,” how to phrase this? “at lunch, when we were leaving, it felt like you wanted to say something else than what you did say,” I explained. Hankyung’s lips formed an ‘o’ and he nodded, telling me he knew what I was talking about. “What did you want to tell me?”
Hankyung laughed, it was a small and nervous laugh and it only served to spark my curiosity more. “You want to know what I wanted to say?” I nodded. “Well,” Hankyung’s arms found their way around my waist and he pulled me closer to him, so close I could almost feel heat radiating from his body. “I’ll show you what I wanted,” one of Hankyung’s hands left my waist and cupped my chin, pulling me even closer to him, and soon, his lips found mine. This kiss didn’t remain innocent for very long, Hankyung quickly deepened it, tracing my lower lip with his tongue.
The kiss didn’t last long when my cell phone began ringing. Never before had I hated H.O.T’s ‘We Are the Future’ but I had just then. Hankyung refused to break the kiss right away and when he did he pressed the phone to my ear, telling me to talk. Why couldn’t he answer it?? “It’s your phone, baby. Now talk before they hang up.”
I did my best, honest. But with Hankyung sucking your neck, it was hard to think of anything coherent to say. I heard my mom’s voice, talking into the phone and asking if I was there. “W-wei?” She laughed and talked about something I don’t remember and I tried to not moan like I wanted to. “w-where… ah…are we?” If Hankyung wanted me to talk on the phone, he could at least stop kissing me. It would make it a whole lot easier to lie.
“tell her,” he said softly, his lips brushing the skin on my shoulder and I shivered. I felt him smirk and he kissed that spot, “tell her we went to get something to eat.”
“…Eat,” I said dumbly, and I never wanted to kick Hankyung worse in my life. “we got…ah…something to eat.” Mom spoke a few more times, but all I was aware of was Hankyung and the fact I just lied to my mother. “…ah…yeah… I’m okay-” Hankyung chuckled and bit down rather hard on my neck. What was he? A vampire? I swallowed hard and said, “yeah…we will be home when we’re -ah- done.”
I pressed the ‘end call’ button and tossed it in the general direction of my phone before tackling Hankyung down to the ground. He just laughed and I growled. “What’s the big idea?”
Hankyung grinned wolfishly, “The big idea?” he repeated and brought his knee up to rub against that certain spot between my legs and I gasped. “You’re enjoying this as much as I thought you were.” I frowned and pushed off of him, moving away towards my backpack. I pouted, putting away my cell phone into its pocket, and fumbling with my bag.
“Aw,” Hankyung cooed, crawling over to me and hooking his arm over my shoulder. He kissed a spot by my ear and apologized softly, “Sorry, baby. I won’t do it next time.”
I fought with the urge to smile. It’s impossible to stay mad at Geng, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s that smile he gives you - earnest and so handsome - or maybe it’s the fact I love him? I think it’s the second one. “But,” I began and he raised an eye brow, moving to rest his chin on my shoulder. “I might want you to do it next time.”
Hankyung let out a short laugh. He reached out and made me turn just enough to be able to peck my lips and whisper, “we’ll see what happens next time, next time.”
Hankyung and I returned home just in time for Mom to finish dinner. Uncle wasn’t home yet - he never is before 6. Mom turned to us and smiled as we took off our shoes at the front door; the house was set up that way: the kitchen and the front hall melt into one another. “You boys go on upstairs and wash up. dinner is almost done.”
We did what we were told and headed straight upstairs. I went to my room, while Hankyung went to his, and changed out of my school uniform and into something more comfortable.
At the dinner table, mom asked us about our day, separately of course, and we answered her truthfully, save for the happenings at the park. Moms shouldn’t know things like that about her children anyways, but I couldn’t tell her that I was kissing her soon-to-be eldest boy.
School the next day was long. Longer than ever and by my second period, I knew it was going to be longer. Second period was World History, and I had it with Kuan, so it wasn’t too bad. Kuan and I sit a few tables from each other, close enough to claim the other for projects like the one our teacher was giving. But no matter if we were seated next to each other, we couldn’t move fast enough to pair up if the teacher had pre-selected the pairs.
Not fair.
It took most of the period for the middle-aged man to list off everyone in the class and about half way through it, I heard my name along with Yonsun. It was impossible to hide the disappointment from my expression.
Park Yonsun, otherwise known as Yon, was a girl influenced too much by American pop-culture. She wore her skirt as short as it could be before she was caught, she wore the anarchy symbol whenever she could, and her hair was bleached blonde. Her eyes were always outlined in too much make-up; she was basically an Avril Lavigne/Brittany Spears reject.
Her reputation in school wasn’t too great either, although Kuan thought it was immensely funny that I got her for a partner (she was laughing. Kuan never laughs). I wondered how Hankyung would take it…
“No. Absolutely not. I refuse to let you be partnered with her.”
Oh, there was my answer. When I told him about second period, and the project, my brother turned a furious shade of red, like he just ate the world’s hottest pepper whole. It was kind of funny, and it would have been funnier if I wasn’t scared for my life.
Hankyung stood up, a definite screech sounded from his chair scraping against tile floor, with a determined and angry look on his face. “I’m going to talk to your teacher, get you another partner.”
Yon’s reputation was known throughout the school. She was very infamous for being loud, disrupting, rude, selfish, and rather…slutty.
I grabbed Hankyung’s arm, effectively stopping him from going anywhere. Begging him to sit back down, I told him, “Sonsaengnim has already decided. We can’t do anything about it.”
“Yeah,” agreed Siwon from across the table. He, like the others, were watching on in amusement like this was some sort of tv drama. “Don’t worry about it Hannie. Besides, maybe lil’ Henli can chage the girl.”
Hankyung didn’t budge.
“Just make sure she doesn’t fall in love with you, Henli,” Sungmin preached, wagging a skinny finger at me. “Because Hankyung will surely murder her if it happens.” That was very…very likely. So likely it was scary. Not about Yon falling in love with me (oh, dear god, no), but Hankyung actually killing her. It wasn’t above him, nor was it below him. And the look on Hankyung’s face, like a daydream, but evilly, was scary. He might just do it.
My eyes widened when I saw a bloody description of it in my mind’s eye and I tugged on Hankyung’s arm. Was that what he was thinking? It, by all means, wasn’t a merciful, painless death. It was like one of those torture devises used on witches in Medieval Europe, but I think this was all from the dark recesses of Hankyung’s mind, 100% unique. “Oh my God, just sit down, hyung!” Who the heck was I in love with??
At the end of lunch, with Kuan by my side, I told Hankyung I wouldn’t be walking home with him today, that I had to meet up with Yon and work on our project, and I’d be home at 6 at the latest so I didn’t miss dinner. He agreed, but only because Kuan was there. Although he had thoughts of killing a girl a few years younger than him, Hankyung was a gentleman by just about every standard. And besides, he liked Kuan.
I wish the day could have continued, to drag it out forever, so I didn’t have to meet Yon, or at least run away and hide behind Hankyung or Siwon or Kuan, who all knew some form of martial arts (Kuan studied a form of Stick Fighting and was very able), but I had no choice as it seemed I shared the last period of the day with Yon. Since when?!
“Yah, Lau. Get over here,” she called, using my last name, waving me over once the bell had rung. I wanted to run. My mind screamed ‘run, run’ while my legs moved towards her, like she told me to do. “We’re working on the project-thing tonight.” No heck? Otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here, missy (if that can refer to this…girl standing in front of me). “You come with me, no talking, and it’ll be quicker.”
Well, we worked on our project. For a whole 2 hours, all research done by yours truly. We are at the library, about to close. I wish I let Hankyung change my partner. This isn’t fair and our teacher is hearing of this.
“Yah, Lau!” she said, picking at her black-painted nails. Yon sat atop the desk next to the computer, feet resting on the chair.
I tried to be polite, I really did. Mom had always taught me and my brothers (whom now live in America somewhere) to be polite to women, no matter what, and I seriously tried. “What?” I snapped. I was so close to calling Kuan or Hankyung for back-up, but I refrained. Kuan was busy with her own project and Hankyung…I couldn’t bother him.
“What’s it between you and that…Bai girl?” she said, emphasizing ‘Bai’ in a way I wasn’t too particularly fond of. But I bit my tongue. “That Chinese girl in our class, what was her name again? Kan Ya? Kun Yi?”
“Kuan Ye,” I interrupted, pronouncing her name so a 2nd grader could understand, whatever language they spoke. “What about her?”
“Whatever,” Yon said, pointedly. A moment later she lowered her hand from her face, looking at me for the first time in an hour or two. Her blonde hair was messily hung into a ponytail that looked none too attractive and her skirt rode a little high for my tastes. “You love her or something?” she asked, and for once she sounded almost human.
“She’s my best friend,” I answered, losing the harsh tone I was previously using. Since she was using a nicer tone, so would I. Never once did I look away from the computer.
“hm,” Yon hummed, bringing her hand back up to her eyes, examining her nails for any leftover traces of dirt or something. Man, this girl was hard to entertain!! Not that I should have to be entertaining her, she should be helping me with our project. “Good.” Good? What the heck?
The librarian kicked us out. Seriously, I have never been kicked out of a library before in my life. I didn’t go that often, but still! Kicked out?? Okay, so maybe it was closing, maybe we were the last people there, and maybe we were keeping them from locking up shop, but seriously now!! How is a student supposed to finish a project ‘round here??
Whilst I was fuming, I didn’t notice Yon’s grabby little hands take mine and lead me somewhere. I wish I had realized sooner. I recognized this place, it was on the bad side of town (the library and a run of train tracks marked the separation from “good side” and “bad side”) and it looked it. The paint was chipping from the walls and the neon lights flashing in the windows seemed to glow eerily. It was a dance club. A none-too-good one at that. A loud, obnoxious beat of nothing sounded from the inside and Yon tugged at my hand. “You coming inside?”
Coming inside? Heck no! “No, I have to get home before they worry about me,” I told her, making it sound as heartfelt as I possibly could. The place reeked of alcohol and I wanted to throw up.
“Oh, come on, Lau!” she begged and I wondered if she was trying to look innocent. It wasn’t working. “You said you didn’t have a girlfriend!”
“I said I wasn’t dating Kuan, not that I wasn’t dating someone,” I corrected her and her eyes widened in surprise. She exclaimed something like ‘you’re dating someone?’ and something about Kuan and some other female classmate. “No, Yon. Look, I have to be going home.”
Yon puffed out her cheeks and stomped away, shouting a ‘fine!’ at me as she shoved her way past the double doors of the club. I sighed and pulled out my cell phone from my backpack, calling Hankyung. I can’t walk home from here; it would take me near 2 hours. I sighed again when I got his voicemail. Uncle wouldn’t be home yet, or in any position to come and pick me up and there was no way in hell I want my mother to find me here. So I tried Hankyung again. Voicemail. I ended the call and glared at my phone.
“hey, stranger. Why the long face?”
I turned and saw a man, a number of years older than myself but still young enough to get by with that lingo. He was dressed smartly, his brown hair slicked back, a suit without the jacket and a nice white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“What’s it to you?” I asked. It had been a long day and, seriously, I didn’t want to deal with anyone who is not Hankyung or my mother. Or Kuan. Wait, I should try to call Kuan! I quickly pressed the speed dial for the girl and pressed the phone to my ear, forgetting about the man standing a few feet from me. Again, voicemail. What the heck?! Why don’t any of my friends answer their cell phones??
The man laughed, good-naturedly. “No one home?”
“No, they’re home,” I grumbled, stuffing my phone back in my bag. I don’t care if I was pouting, I had every right. “just not answering their phones.”
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to come face to face with the man. Whoa, step back. He was way too close. “Why don’t you go inside for now? It’s going to get cold soon, and I can get you something to eat or drink if you want me to.”
“Um,” I wondered if he was ok to trust. He looked like Uncle, and uncle was harmless when it comes to anything besides his Bank (he owns a bank, by the way) and business. But also, Hankyung taught me that looks can be deceiving. I mean, although Hankyung looks harmless like his dad, he was the one getting creative with death plans for Yon. “I guess.”