fic: The Perfect You [06/?]
Title: The Perfect You: The Perfect Man (Hanchul Side Story) [6/?]
Fandom: Super Junior
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, as if this would really happen to them!
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama/AU
Pairings: KangTeuk, KyuMin, YeWook, SiHanChul, EunHae
Summary: After escaping his grandfather’s clutches, Leeteuk, along with his cousins, arrives in Seoul in seek of refuge. Just as Leeteuk’s problems don’t seem as bad, he ends up being sold as a sex slave to one of Seoul’s richest family’s son, Kangin.
Chapters: 00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05
A/N: Dude...20 pages long...!
Chapter Six
Heechul lay in the warmth of Hankyung’s arms, feeling safe and secure as he gazed upon his lover’s peaceful face. Lifting a hand up, his fingers ran over and caressed the soft skin gracing the cheekbones. It had almost been two months since unknown men had come in and hurt Hankyung, and it had also been two months since Leeteuk had been kidnapped.
When Heechul arrived home with Siwon, the bar had continued it’s business but all without one of the floor boys. Upon seeing Hankyung’s limp body, panic had set in as he saw Kibum cry over the still body. Heechul still remembered the scene vividly in his mind.
“H-Heechul-hyung, I didn’t know what to do! I came to use the toilet and I saw Hankyung-hyung just lying there! I tried to find Leeteuk-hyung but I can’t find him! It wasn’t me, I didn’t do this!”
Seeing the boy start to hyperventilate, Siwon moved forward and embraced him to calm him down while Heechul gingerly reached out to touch Hankyung’s face. His hand shook as it caressed the smooth skin as tears threatened to spill.
The days that followed involved nursing the boys back to health and finding Leeteuk. From what Hankyung recalled, the man who attacked them had beady eyes but this wasn’t helpful as most of the men in Seoul had beady eyes. Nevertheless, they inquired around if they knew where their lost boy was and if their customers had heard anything at work. Sadly, there was nothing to report.
For the following week, Siwon had taken sick leave from work and kept them company while Hankyung and Kibum recovered from the traumatic experience. He remembered feeling the bottom of his stomach churning when seeing Hankyung not moving and closed his eyes at the painful memory. He leaned over and laid a soft kiss on Hankyung’s slumbering face and remembered how the opposite had occurred seven years ago.
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A sixteen-year-old Heechul stared at his reflection as he ran his hands over the soft fabric that covered his body. He had never been comfortable with the tight clothes his parents had forced him to wear to social gatherings. They constricted him making him painfully aware of the life he was born into and how much of a prison it was like. Everyone else in society had imagined rich life to be full of promising futures with no expectations. How wrong they were.
He had just been told off by his parents for not keeping up with the happenings of the company, which inevitably lead to them criticising his feminine looks. Despite what his parents said to him, Heechul knew he was pretty. His two younger brothers constantly told him this and he knew they were telling the truth because they were still young with no reason to lie.
Whenever he got told off, he wouldn’t ever shed tears in front of his parents, but would wait until he was in his sanctuary of his room to cry while pulling on one of the dresses that he secretly owned. To anyone, a male wearing female clothing would make them look weird and insane but for Heechul, it gave him a sense of comfort. This was because he would imagine he was a different person in a dress and that he wasn’t born into his family.
Today was no different as he brushed his long silky hair, sniffling. He knew that his family wouldn’t bother him until the next day so he decided to let go of his worries and walk around outside for a bit. Rain pattered his windows but that didn’t deter him.
Excitedly picking up of his umbrella, he climbed out of the window and wandered towards the direction of the shops. There was barely anyone in sight, making Heechul smile in happiness knowing that he could do anything without his parents knowing.
As he skipped along the puddled path, he felt his stomach give out a low grumble. ‘Darn,’ he thought, ‘I missed lunch.’ Looking around, he quickly spotted a shop and could make out the sign ‘ddeokbokki and mandu’ through the thick rain. He strolled over to the store to purchase something that would satisfy his hunger.
“Welcome! What would you like sir?”
Heechul looked at the young boy who was manning the stall at the entrance of the shop. The boy smiled and flashed his gums as he waited for Heechul to answer. Heechul’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the boy who didn’t even look like he reached puberty yet.
“Are you even old enough to be working here?”
“Oh, my father owns this shop so I live here and help out whenever I can be bothered.”
Heechul mentally sighed in relief that he didn’t stumble across a slave trade organization and picked out a snack to eat. “One ddeokbokki with extra sauce.”
“Coming right up!” A few seconds later, a thick white rice cake coated in a red sauce was held out to him. Taking hold of the stick, Heechul paid for the food and moved away to enjoy the sound of rain.
Whenever Heechul thought of the rain, he always associated it with washing away his troubles. When he was younger, he had run around outside when it rained, making the maids and butlers in his mansion to fuss about him when he came home completely dirty. Smiling at the happy memory, Heechul finished off his rice cake and decided to make his way back to his home.
As he walked home, he heard a cat hiss down some alleyway, making Heechul turn in that general direction. He didn’t see a cat but instead, he saw a body lying propped against the wall of the alleyway, soaking wet. Heechul’s insides turned cold at the thought of stumbling across a dead body and inched forward to prod it with his shoe. At the movement against the boy’s shoulder, the boy’s body lost its balance and fell into the mud that graced the streets.
Heechul felt a bit guilty for doing this and so he laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder to wake him up. Seeing no response but feeling a faint heartbeat at the base of his neck, Heechul looked around the abandoned street in a panic. He didn’t know what to do or where to go and so he dropped his umbrella and pulled at the arms towards the only place he knew.
“Hey!! Ddeokbokki boy! Can you help me out here?” Heechul called out to the boy at the ‘ddeokbokki and mandu’ stall.
A head popped out and gaped at the sight in front of him. “W-What did you do?!” The boy quickly moved forward and together, they pulled the limp boy into the store. While the stall boy ran to fetch towels, the bright lights of the stall made the unconscious man stir.
Opening his eyes slowly, he looked around confused. Heechul looked at him in confusion as the boy spoke out words that he didn’t understand. After what seemed like an eternity of understanding nothing, Heechul pointed at him.
“Who are you?” He was met with a blank expression, which made him even more determined. He pointed to himself then at the boy again. “Me, Heechul. You?” He looked at the boy expectantly but was once again met with silence. “Heechul.” He pointed to himself again and then pointed at the boy for him to continue.
After a long pause, the boy opened his mouth cautiously. “Hangeng.”
“Hankyung?”
“Hangeng.”
“Hankyung.”
Hankyung shook his head irritably. “Hangeng.”
“I can’t pronounce you’re name so I’m just going to call you Hankyung.” Nodding in satisfaction, he saw the boy from the shop come back with lots of towels.
Hankyung looked at Heechul angrily. “Hangeng!!”
Heechul patted his shoulder in a patronising manner. “Yes you are.” Hankyung just rolled his eyes as Heechul started to pat his body down in hopes that he wouldn’t catch as cold. He finally turned to the stall boy to ask for food. “What’s your name?”
The boy smiled widely. “Eunhyuk! I turn thirteen next month!” He held out three fingers and Heechul guessed that meant thirteen in his mind.
“Yes, good for you kid.” Pouting slightly, Eunhyuk left to get some food for the obviously malnourished boy.
When Eunhyuk came back, Heechul had towel-dried Hankyung’s hair and started to feed him a dumpling on a stick. After a few cautious bites, Hankyung eagerly took the sticks of food and ate them all greedily.
“Well someone hasn’t eaten in a while,” muttered Heechul before saying louder, “So where are you from?”
More blank looks from Hankyung made Eunhyuk jump up and play charades. Heechul looked at him with a cocked brow and wondered just what was going on inside the boy’s mind. Just as he thought that thought, he decided he was better off not knowing.
A few attempts of communication later, Hankyung held out a soaked set of papers which Heechul, with Eunhyuk reading over his shoulder, could just make out the Korean scribbles.
Take this ungrateful boy from my hands. I don’t want him and his mother doesn’t want him. He was born a bastard, will forever be a bastard and will only be loved by another bastard.
The attached papers were of Hankyung’s profile translated in Korean for some Korean family to find. The two of them read that Hankyung was from China but from the note, they assumed that he was abandoned or shipped to Korea to be rid of.
Heechul clenched his fist in anger as Hankyung looked at him innocently, not understanding why he was in Korea and why he was alone. Seeing Heechul’s angry face, Hankyung pressed his back against the chair in fear, as he didn’t understand why the older boy was angry.
Heechul himself didn’t understand why the feeling of anger surged through his body. Maybe because Hankyung looked so lost and innocent through the whole ordeal that made Heechul do what he did next.
“You’re staying with me.” It was a statement, not a question from Heechul as he pulled Hankyung up from his chair and pulled him out of the store. “Thanks for the food, Eunhyuk! I’ll pay you back later!” Heechul called back as he opened the umbrella for both of them.
Hankyung walked alongside Heechul but lagged behind a bit since his legs were weak. He whined out in Chinese, making Heechul stop to look at him. Seeing the tired boy, Heechul laced his fingers with Hankyung’s and started to move again, but at a slower pace. They strolled leisurely until they reached the mansion.
Surprisingly, getting Hankyung through the window without being seen was an easier task than Heechul had thought. One of the perks of him being rich was that no one would disturb him and that he had his own personal bathroom. He handed Hankyung a pair of pajamas and pushed him towards the door.
Seeing the blank look grace Hankyung’s delicate features yet again, Heechul made big motions with his arms to emphasise the activity of ‘changing clothes’. Once Hankyung had shut the door behind him, Heechul stripped off his wet dress, and flung it onto a nearby chair before slipping on a set of pajamas and flopping onto his bed to watch some television.
Hearing the click of the bathroom door, Heechul turned to the Chinese boy and looked at him. He was met with a shriek. It was Heechul’s turn to stare blankly at him as Hankyung pointed at Heechul then the dress then back to Heechul. He nodded in understanding and smirked at the cute reaction Hankyung made.
Heechul’s pajama top wasn’t buttoned up, exposing his chest to Hankyung as he tried to cover his eyes. Heechul got off the soft bed and moved in front of the younger boy. He smiled; amused at the embarrassment the boy was experiencing and blew on his face. Hankyung let out a squeak and stumbled backwards onto the floor.
“Ah, sorry!” Heechul helped up the boy and patted his butt in apology. This didn’t help the situation as Hankyung moved away with an aura of shyness being emitted. “Well, I’m going to sleep now and I don’t have another bed so you’ll have to share with me.”
Heechul slid under the cool comforter and patted the space next to him. The bed was big enough for even three people to share but Hankyung stood his ground at the other side of the room.
Shrugging, Heechul slid further into the comforter and slide the TV remote towards the boy. “I need to go to sleep now since I have to go to work tomorrow but you can stay up and watch some TV if you want. Come to bed when you’re ready, you can sleep on the other side if you prefer.”
With that, Heechul laid his head back into his fluffy pillows and drifted off to sleep. Hankyung remained standing and looked at the now slumbering boy. All he had remembered from the past weeks seeing a bunch of people he didn’t know and getting kicked out of a van onto the wet dirty streets. After that, he had wondered around for a while before exhaustion got the better of him, making his body collapse onto the floor.
Staring at the comfortable bed, he decided to sit in front of the TV to watch for a while and to sleep on the floor. Out of all things, Hankyung drew the line at sleeping in the same bed as someone he had just met. At first, he was wary for following Heechul but realised that his situation could’ve been a lot worse and mentally thanked Heechul for being nice to him.
Shaking thoughts from his mind that would preoccupy his mind further, Hankyung took a pillow off the bed and propped it behind his head watching the pictures flicker across the screen.
Morning sunlight graced the large bedroom making Heechul stir awake and stretch from his comfortable slumber. Blearily looking at the clock, he rolled out of bed and crawled over to the closet to change into his business clothes for the new day ahead. He lazily looked through his wardrobe of assorted business suits and dresses and decided on one of his plainest business attires.
Heechul let out a scream when he saw the lump in front of the TV, lying on the floor with his head propped on a pillow. He had momentarily forgotten about the boy he had picked up and took home with him. Now that recognition flickered across his face, Heechul looked at the sleeping boy in exasperation for sleeping on the floor.
He fixed his collar, prodded the TV with his foot to turn it off and crouched before the boy. Soft breaths of air from his mouth blowed gently against his bangs as Hankyung snuggled further into the pillow. Heechul brushed the bangs from his eyes and gazed at the peaceful face.
The room was in complete silence, leaving just Heechul and Hankyung alone in the room. It was after staring at his face that Heechul decided to be more active at work. The reasoning for this was that his family did business a lot with overseas companies, making the amount of people speaking Chinese to be a large number.
Lifting Hankyung with all his strength, Heechul dragged him onto the bed and dumped him ungraciously upon it. Just as Heechul tried to get up, Hankyung flung his arm around his arm and pulled him back down to the bed, their faces dangerously close to each other. It seemed Hankyung liked to snuggle. A lot.
Heechul lay frozen as he felt the younger boy’s head nuzzle into his chest and rub against him. He was still young and in his puberty stage and couldn’t help but to bite out a moan. He blushed furiously at the fact that he got turned on by a boy who was merely snuggling into his chest.
Quickly pushing him roughly away, Heechul bolted from his room and slammed the door behind him.
“Hyung, what are you doing?” Heechul spun around to his younger brother with big blinking eyes.
“N-Nothing! Don’t go into my room okay?” The younger boy nodded his head and walked down the hallway, not particularly caring for what Heechul had in his room.
Sighing in relief, Heechul locked his bedroom door and trudged down to breakfast begrudgingly. His parents sat at the table, backs straight and their watchful eyes following him. “Good morning.”
The pair nodded back in response and continued to eat their rich breakfast. Heechul froze yet again when he realised that Hankyung wouldn’t have anything to eat since he wouldn’t be able to leave his room. He took a few bites of his meal before putting his plan into action.
Shocking his parents, Heechul slammed his hands onto the table. “Oh darn! I left my business sheets up in my room! And I haven’t been able to read them all yet.” He let out a frustrated sigh and put fingers against his forehead.
“It’s okay, you can just go and get them later. It’s not like you take any of this business seriously.” Cold eyes burrowed into Heechul’s.
“No, I’m being serious. I better read up those notes if I’m to take over the company, right Umma?”
Heechul’s mother looked up sharply from her egg and watched as the younger boy pranced away with his large breakfast without waiting for her answer.
He leaned against the door in relief and saw that Hankyung had woken up in his absence, but still a bit drowsy. Hankyung rubbed his eyes and looked at the boy who just entered the room but smiled at the sight of food.
‘Man, it seems all you think about is food!’ thought Heechul as he laid the large platter laden with assorted types of breakfast foods on the bedside dresser. He always disliked the idea of eating in bed, believing that it would give major indigestion, and so he started to set up one of his mini-tables near the bed.
Once Hankyung was well into his meal, Heechul pulled out his drawer of snacks and instant noodles and gestured to Hankyung to let him know to eat them. Even though he hadn’t eaten breakfast, he could always buy something to eat at work.
After what seemed like another game of charades to tell Hankyung what to do, Heechul moved to leave the room and lock it. Just as he left, he heard a soft voice drift to his ears.
“Good-bye.”
Heechul froze and stared at the boy who gestured at the TV. Heechul smiled, knowing that Hankyung was smart enough to know the decency to start learning the language. He had a good feeling about his new friend and left his home with a smile on his face. From his bedroom window, Hankyung too smiled and waved to the boy who saved his life.
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The following weeks took after in a similar manner with Heechul buying snacks and instant noodles weekly to supply his stock, bringing in large portions of food for breakfast and one of the two boys sleeping on the floor. They had seemed to work out a routine where they took turns with who would sleep on the floor and who would sleep on the bed.
Hankyung was grateful for the way Heechul had treated him and took care of him. Sometimes he would feel alone but would ignore the feeling and promptly turn back to the TV to learn the language. He was an incredibly fast learner of Korean, which made Heechul thankful since it seemed he was the opposite for Chinese.
Sometimes Hankyung would feel lonely eating alone and so he would cherish the days where Heechul had a fight with his parents and would eat meals with him. The happiest he was when Heechul decided to eat breakfast and dinner with him for a whole week and didn’t even fight with his father.
Today was one of those days as the pair sat in front of the TV watching some cartoon while they ate dinner. Neither of them really knew what was happening in the cartoon, something about a robot and strawberries and cigarettes but none of them really cared for the storyline. They sat together, content with their company.
Heechul turned to the other male to ask him a question and saw that there was a smudge of potato on his cheek. He licked his thumb and reached over to wipe it off. Hankyung froze as he felt the other boy’s breath on his cheek, his heartbeat increasing and his face becoming warm. Heechul sucked on his thumb and the potato, oblivious to the stiff boy next to him.
Hankyung didn’t know when it started. Whenever he got too close to Heechul, he would feel himself heat up and have uncontrollable smiles. He didn’t know why he felt this way but like the TV show they were watching, he couldn’t care less why and smiled at the happy feeling he got.
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Weeks turned into months and Hankyung had eventually moved into bed with Heechul. Surprisingly, no one had caught Heechul’s secret friend in the four months he stayed and grew suspicious sometimes of his parents and the staff but Hankyung would always reassure him that no one entered his room.
The first time Hankyung got into bed with him, Heechul was a bit wary since he knew very well that Hankyung was a cling-on. Despite this, Heechul didn’t protest at his touches but grew fond of them instead. He knew that Hankyung never knew of his bedtime habits and thought it would be funny when he would wake up with Heechul in his arms.
However, he spared Hankyung of the shock and would slip out of his arms before the younger boy had a chance to wake up. Sometimes, Heechul would wake up hot and sweaty with his faces merely centimetres from the other’s face. On those days, he would bolt out of the bed and lock himself in the bathroom with cold water drenching his clothed body.
The dreams he started to have had Hankyung in it but he never knew what they were actually about when he woke up.
-
Hankyung started to feel guilty. It had neared seven months of his stay and he hadn’t told Heechul of a secret he had kept. A month or so ago, Heechul’s younger brothers had come into the room, curiously wondering why he spent so much time in his room, and discovered Hankyung instead.
He found the two younger boys quite enjoyable to be around when Heechul was busy at work and wanted to keep it a secret from Heechul, knowing that the younger boys would get into trouble. Since his arrival in Korea, his ability to speak Korean had risen to the point where the communication barrier was non-existent.
From Heechul’s siblings, Hankyung found out their ages, hobbies and what they had dreamed to be when there were older. Since one had celebrated their birthday recently, they were both fifteen years old and wanted a life outside of the rich family they were in. He had also found out that Heechul had taken most of the responsibilities of the family since he was the oldest, but was looked down upon by his parents and grandparents because of his feminine image.
Hankyung felt a twinge of sadness inside as he watched Heechul flop onto the bed tiredly. The older boy loosened his tie and breathed heavily from the long tired day at work. Even though he was sixteen, he held the responsibilities of thee people and the stress had started to show on the boy’s body.
As Heechul lay on the bed, slowly drifting to sleep, as well as skipping dinner, Hankyung laid with him, their bodies only touching with their entwined hands. With Heechul’s soft breath as the only noise in the room, Hankyung whispered to add to the noise.
“I think you’re pretty but strong at the same time. You’re like a graceful swan in a world of deceit and cruelty. If you ever need to lean on someone for strength, I’ll always be here for you.”
A tear fell from Heechul’s eye and he knew that he felt something for Hankyung that he shouldn’t have.
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A few days after the seven-month period, Hankyung’s birthday arrived. Both Heechul and Hankyung would leave the house secretly a few times a month but only to walk around to enjoy the fresh air and to play in the children’s playground. For his birthday, they had celebrated it at Eunhyuk’s shop where the boy had happily agreed to hold the party since the moment Heechul contacted him about it.
It was small and simple, making it perfect for Hankyung since large crowds had reminded him too much of his past. He was able to enjoy cake along with foods he had never tried before at Heechul’s home. He especially enjoyed it when Heechul fed him one of his favourite dishes, leaning in to be closer to him.
He loved how caring Heechul was towards him and how just being around him brought smiles to his face. He smiled as he remembered when Heechul came home one time to try out his Chinese, only to be laughed at. His pronunciation was truly bad.
After leaving Eunhyuk’s stall, they sneaked back into the house and bounced onto the bed in a fit of giggles. Hankyung leaned over and nuzzled into Heechul’s collarbone. “Thank you Heechul.”
Grinning, Heechul grabbed a pillow and smacked him over the head. “Yah, it was nothing.” Rolling over, Hankyung grabbed the other pillow and armed himself with it as the two ignited a pillow fight.
Squeals and laughter was heard through the bedroom door as one of Heechul’s brothers passed by his room. Hearing the laughter that he had rarely heard from Heechul, the younger boy smiled, happy that his brother had found someone to openly laugh to.
After minutes of stressing their arms to fling pillows at each other, the pair collapsed onto the bed yet again but this time in a heave of pants and puffs. Sweat glistened their foreheads, enjoying the fun evening they had.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. Don’t wait up.” Patting Heechul’s thigh, Hankyung swung his legs over the bed and made his way to the bathroom.
Heechul smirked and started to take off his clothes to change into his comfortable nightclothes. Just as he pulled his flannel pants on, an idea sparked his mind. In the seven months that Hankyung had stayed, they hadn’t taken a single picture together.
Walking towards his mobile, Heechul grabbed it and barged into the bathroom, regardless of whether the other boy was decent or not. Thankfully, with a bit of disappointment on Heechul’s behalf, Hankyung had only stripped down to his pants, showing off his toned chest to the world.
“H-Heechul! What are you doing?” Hankyung stuttered as Heechul pulled them close together, skin touching each other.
“We need to take more pictures together and it’s your birthday too! I can’t believe we haven’t taken one yet! Come on, pose!” Heechul held up the camera and tilted his head back, an aura of sexiness being emitted from him.
Hankyung saw this and tried to attempt the similar feat. He looked at the camera with sultry eyes as a soft click was heard. The older boy smiled at how well the photo turned out and held out the camera to take another photo. This time however, just before the click was heard, Heechul leaned over and kissed Hankyung on the cheek.
Hankyung’s heartbeat increased ten-fold as he felt his blood go south. He started to become restless and willed Heechul to leave him to the cold shower he hoped to take.
“Happy birthday Hannie,” whispered Heechul before he left him to his shower.
Even though he was embarrassed, Hankyung couldn’t have wanted anything else from Heechul.
-
It was a few months after Hankyung’s birthday that he realised his night habits, also discovering Heechul’s too. It was actually an embarrassing event that would bring a blush to Hankyung’s cheeks, even in the future.
The morning had begun like any other; sunlight would sieve itself through the windows and dance upon the pair where one wrapped his arms around the other. Feeling himself starting to wake, Hankyung rolled over, pulling Heechul closer to himself, and willed for sleepiness to return to him. Just as he was about to return to the world of slumber, he heard some panting and felt a hard object being prodded into his thigh.
He wrinkled his forehead in irritation for being disturbed and cracked open an eye to see just what Heechul was doing. Instead of seeing Heechul poking his side playfully, he saw his flushed face and rosy cheeks. Panic started to set in as Hankyung had thought that Heechul was having a nightmare but feeling Heechul rubbing up against him made him withdraw that thought and turn bright red.
“H-Ha…nnie…” panted Heechul as he inched closer to the frozen boy. Sensing the dangerous situation that would occur and mentally berated himself for snuggling so close to him, Hankyung tried to pry Heechul away from him but failed miserably.
He now lay on his back with Heechul lying on top of him and his cheek burying into the younger boy’s chest. Hankyung swallowed nervously as he couldn’t move while Heechul’s hardened member brushed against his own hardening object.
Heechul moaned and whined out at the contact and brushed his member in the same place, only harder. Soon, the older boy had developed a rhythm and was molesting the younger boy as Hankyung laid still and willed his body not to thrust upwards. He bit his lip hard, making some blood leak out his petite lips.
Finally, a moan left Hankyung’s mouth with his heartbeat racing against Heechul’s ear. Together, they thrust into each other, both panting with the occasional whine from Heechul when Hankyung tried to stop himself. With one last jerk downwards; Heechul spilt his seed over the younger boy and chose to wake up at that moment.
Blinking in confusion, Heechul looked around him and wondered why he was on top of Hankyung, but seeing the younger boy’s flushed face made Heechul realise what he had done. He moved a bit to confirm his suspicion and felt sticky residue sling to his member and rub against Hankyung’s still throbbing cock.
Hankyung snarled in frustration, pushed Heechul off him roughly and locked himself in the bathroom. He panted as he quickly stripped himself and forced himself under the head of the shower, the frozen water spraying his back.
Meanwhile, Heechul put his face in his hands and groaned in regret, knowing that what he had inadvertently done would affect his relationship with Hankyung. He wanted to keep the friendship they held and he didn’t want him to leave because of this. Knowing that he had to explain himself, Heechul entered the bathroom without Hankyung knowing and tried to explain to him.
Not hearing the door click close, Hankyung continued to mutter as he leaned his head against the tiled walls. Even though he was whispering, Heechul heard the words he spoke clearly.
“Why…why do I feel this way? I shouldn’t do this…he’ll leave me like everyone else…he’ll get disgusted by me…just like my father…” Hankyung cried and sobbed, thinking of a way to leave the household in hopes of not burdening Heechul anymore.
Hands cornered Hankyung’s face as he felt a warm presence press up against his naked body. He sobbed and tried to move away but was pulled into a tight hug by Heechul. Water flickered and dampened Heechul’s soft pajamas but this didn’t deter him.
“I love you,” whispered Heechul as he kissed Hankyung’s neck.
Tears still ran down Hankyung’s handsome face. “No you don’t, you’re disgusted by me.” Heechul turned him around but Hankyung moved his face away from him, not making any eye contact with the older boy.
Heechul’s eyes gazed lovingly at Hankyung’s hurt eyes and with the use of his hand to force his face to him, Heechul pressed his lips against the bleeding ones. He ran his tongue over the bloody lip, his saliva temporarily clotting the break in epidermis.
The water washed away Hankyung’s tears as he responded to the kiss, their tongues tasting one another and enjoying it. Heechul’s tongue started to run down Hankyung’s neck and let his teeth bite on his throat, making a moan come from the Chinese man.
“If my memory serves me right, you haven’t been satisfied yet.” Heechul grinned in Hankyung’s neck as he moved south.
As Heechul got in his knees to service Hankyung’s cock, Hankyung leaned himself against the wall, the water no longer cold against his hot skin. He moaned in pleasure at the velvety mouth engulfing him and threw his head back. Heechul clamped his lips around the length and pulled on it and sucked on it hungrily. He swirled his tongue, used his teeth and put his heart and soul into the activity, all to give Hankyung the most pleasure possible.
They were both young and thus, they were severely inexperienced but they made the most pleasure out of what they knew. Wanting Heechul to have some pleasure along with him, Hankyung nudged his foot at the area where the pajamas were plastered against Heechul’s manhood, making him pause in serving Hankyung and whine out.
The sight of Heechul whining out to him, mouth wide open, made Hankyung to play with the older boy’s cock with his toes and thrust into the welcoming mouth. Heechul was surprised at the length being shoved deep into his throat but nevertheless, adapted to the situation.
He swallowed the length despite the lack of air and hummed, making the veins of the cock thicken and for Hankyung to choke out a cry. Tears blurred his vision but he continued to deep throat Hankyung, determined to show him the love he had held for the younger boy the moment he saw him.
Somehow, Hankyung managed to slip his foot inside Heechul’s pajama bottoms and fumble with Heechul’s now weeping member. Heechul pulled out his mouth at the sensation of the toes tugging at his cock, making him grip Hankyung’s cock painfully in revenge.
He licked the underside with an evil smirk as he felt Hankyung’s movements on his foot slow down. Hankyung prodded his toe against Heechul’s slit, causing him to bite down on the cock in his mouth dangerously hard. Ironically, it was these moments that made the pair of them cum at the same time.
-
More months passed and soon, the time for Heechul to celebrate his birthday had come. With only weeks until the boy turned seventeen, Hankyung was at a loss with what to get him. He needed to think of something that didn’t cost any money but something that Heechul could appreciate at the same time. He had even gone as desperate as venturing out of Heechul’s room and asking for his brothers’ assistance.
“We can lend you money,” offered the youngest one as he rummaged through his wallet. Hankyung stopped him immediately.
“No!! No, I don’t want anything to do with money.”
The second youngest looked thoughtful before just saying, “Why don’t you show him how much you love him?”
Even though it had been months since they had confessed to each other, they hadn’t gone further than kissing and mutual masturbation. Hankyung always guessed the reason for this was because they were both still adjusting to their feelings and sexuality, but he had a slight suspicion that Heechul was afraid that Hankyung wasn’t ready.
How wrong he was.
-
At the moment, it was Heechul’s birthday with the birthday boy currently in the shower. Butterflies in Hankyung’s stomach fluttered more as he put his weight on each food nervously. He had been waiting for this time and had planned everything in hopes it would be perfect for Heechul.
In all honesty though, he didn’t know how to start the situation he desired. He didn’t want to just go up to Heechul and start kissing him senseless but he wanted to do something that would result in taking their relationship further.
After minutes of pondering, Heechul still didn’t come out of the bathroom, giving Hankyung an idea. Grabbing Heechul’s mobile, Hankyung marched into the bathroom to see a shirtless Heechul. Ignoring the chest he wanted to run his fingers on, he pulled the other boy close to him and took a picture.
“Happy birthday to me I guess.” Heechul grinned as Hankyung took a few more pictures.
Hankyung pressed their cheeks together. “One last one.” Just before the camera took the picture, Hankyung captured Heechul’s lips and took the picture. Tossing the camera aside, the pair preoccupied themselves with exchanging saliva and moans.
Eventually, they shuffled to the bed and collapsed on it, arms and legs entangling with each other. Hankyung pinned Heechul and straddled him, all without removing his lips. He ground into the boy beneath him, causing gasps of pleasure to drift through the room. Hankyung started to pinch one of Heechul’s nipples while his mouth his way to the other one.
He pulled, he twisted and he yanked on the erected nipple as his tongue swirled around the other one. Heechul’s hands threaded through Hankyung’s hair and got lost in the silky mass.
It was nightime so both he and Heechul only had their pajama bottoms on, making their bare chests touch one another when they kissed each other passionately. Once he got the moans he wanted from Heechul, Hankyung stripped both of them and positioned a finger above his entrance.
Noticing that the boy had stopped his actions, Heechul yanked on the hair and yelled, “Yah! Why did you stop?”
Biting his lip, Hankyung took Heechul’s words of reassurance and roughly shoved a finger into him. He saw Heechul’s penis become erected as the boy started to pant with saliva dripping from the side of his mouth. Hankyung started to get a rhythm and quickly entered another finger.
Even though he derived pleasure from the prepping, there was still a great deal of pain that Heechul got. “You….i-idiot,” he panted making Hankyung look at him in confusion.
“Did I do something wrong?” Hankyung immediately pulled out his digits, making Heechul whine in protest. “I-I thought that maybe this would be a good birthday present for you but…”
With all his strength, Heechul pulled Hankyung into a hot wet kiss and laughed at him. “No, this is good. Just what I always wanted but you left out one important factor.” Hankyung looked at him weirdly. “You need lube to do this comfortably.”
Heechul didn’t know whether to laugh or smack Hankyung as he shot a confusing stare at him. “L-Lube?”
“You’re so lucky I was prepared or there would’ve been hell to pay.” Reaching over, Heechul opened his drawer and took out a pink tube. “This is lube. Do you know how to use it?”
Hankyung shook his head and Heechul grinned. He pushed Hankyung on his back and squeezed the cold substance onto Hankyung’s cock, making pained gasps come from Hankyung because of the cold.
Wrapping his hand around the now hardened length painfully slowly, Heechul started to pump and smother lube around the throbbing member. Hankyung moved his head about in pleasure from the slick fingers that massaged his cock.
Heechul saw that there was enough lube covering the cock and looked at Hankyung. “Do you want me to ride you or are you going to be controlling?” Heechul looked at him with sultry eyes as Hankyung grunted incomprehensibly. “Well, your loss.”
With that, Heechul positioned himself above the younger male and impaled himself on him. Screams of pleasure left both of the boys, one from the feeling of being penetrated and the other from the feeling of tightness around him. Heechul slowly lifted himself up before dropping himself back down on the body below him. He repeated this and increased his speed, making the bed rock as they moved with each other, skin slapping skin.
At one point, Hankyung realised that it was his birthday present to Heechul and that he should be the one in control. In a flash, Hankyung was on top of Heechul, who whimpered at the sudden movements.
“Did I say that you could control?” Hankyung’s breath tickled Heechul’s ear, as the older boy got more excited.
Hankyung pulled out his length completely, making Heechul whine out in protest, and then thrust himself roughly into Heechul again, burying himself deep within the other boy. The older boy cried out at the feeling of Hankyung hitting his prostate and begged for more.
“More…faster…”
With all his might, Hankyung continued to impale Heechul’s prostate and picked up his speed. There was one time that Hankyung hit Heechul’s pleasure spot then rotated his hips around, grinding into that particular spot, making Heechul see spots.
“F-Faster dammit!”
The scent of sex wafted through the room, as all that was heard were pants and slapping of skin. Just as Heechul neared his limit, he felt a finger clamp around his abandoned member and grip tightly at the base of his cock. As a result, Heechul cried out angrily that he couldn’t release himself.
“W-What are you doing?!”
Before Hankyung could explain, he emptied his seed into the older boy and continued to rock into him before pulling out. Heechul panted and tried to clamp his legs shut as he couldn’t cum. He looked at the Chinese boy angrily but was only met with a sly smirk. He thought it was over but apparently Hankyung had some other things in mind.
Still restraining Heechul from ejaculating, Hankyung lowered his mouth to his petite hole and cautiously licked the puckered pinkness. Heechul jerked away at the touch of the tongue and drooled more onto the sheets below him.
“H-Hannie!”
The boy in question ignored the protests and continued to lick the pink hole and the sticky seed that covered it. Even though it was his own essence, Hankyung couldn’t have cared less. Once he had licked every last of his sperm, he used his spare hand and widened the hole a bit for his tongue to dart in.
Heechul screamed silent screams at the pleasure racking his body as he felt Hankyung’s tongue delve inside him and wriggle around. Because he hadn’t released yet, Heechul’s moves were jerky and he shuddered a lot.
Hankyung licked his lips and engulfed Heechul’s weeping member once more, making the other boy cry in protest. The pleasure must have been so unbearable that pity was taken and Heechul was allowed to cum. By this time, Heechul’s cock was deep in Hankyung’s throat so when he emptied his seed, the younger boy almost choked. Almost.
Heechul looked at his lover, amazed that he could swallow his whole load but rolled his head back in exhaustion, ignoring his own thoughts. He felt Hankyung lips press against his for entrance as a tongue ran over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth welcomely and tasted a mixture of their essences. Inside, Heechul blanched at the taste but since it was from Hankyung, he couldn’t have cared less.
Before they fell asleep, Hankyung let Heechul snuggle into his chest as he whispered, “I love you.”
-
It had been a year since Hankyung had arrived and it was at this time that Heechul’s parents noticed something unusual about their son. Sure, he had become more serious about the company and their family lineage but there had also been an air of happiness around him. Sometimes, they wouldn’t see him for days when he didn’t have to go to work and sometimes he would run off and not have any meals with them.
Today was one of those days as the couple watched their son run out of the office and get driven home with flair of excitement. Just as they were about to get back to work, one of the employees disturbed them.
“E-Excuse me but Heechul-sshi left his phone here.” Heechul’s father nodded his head in thanks and took it from him.
The male went back to reading his reports and placed the phone on the table, but missed and it dropped carelessly on the floor, the flip phone opening and showing them the display picture.
Heechul’s mother looked at the picture and gasped. It was the picture that Heechul had taken on Hankyung’s birthday of him kissing the other boy’s cheek. The couple immediately returned home to see what information they could access.
As days passed, Heechul tried to find his phone but failed. It wasn’t that he needed the phone or anything but more of the fact that it had all of the pictures that he and Hankyung had taken together. He didn’t voice out his concern over his phone to his family, thinking that they wouldn’t even care where it was. During these thoughts, Hankyung looked on worriedly and in paranoid of being discovered. Too bad it was too late.
That night, Heechul’s parents had seen all the pictures in the phone and were outraged at the fact that their son had been careless to get attached to another boy. They were furious at the fact that their reputation was at stake and ignored all thoughts that maybe they were in love with each other.
-
On the night of one of Heechul’s brother’s birthday, Hankyung’s life changed. Not expecting Heechul to come back into the room until late at night when all the celebrations were over, he heard the door creak open and close.
Hankyung looked up from the TV on mute and looked at the direction of the door. “Heechul?”
“No.”
Hankyung’s eyes widened at the unknown man and got up in a self defence pose. The man merely smirked.
“I am Heechul-sshi’s father and you have been living here illegally.”
Fear erupted from inside Hankyung as Heechul’s father advanced towards him. The older male continued.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to him to make him do those disgusting things but I demand that you leave this place, for both of your sakes. Someone as prestigious as us shouldn’t dirty ourselves with the likes of you.”
Hankyung stuttered, “I-I-”
“You’re so low that you’re not even capable of speech. Pathetic.” Hankyung looked down as tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. “I want you to leave by tomorrow morning and I’ll know if you’re gone or not. Don’t tell Heechul-sshi of this meeting and if you don’t leave, well…it’s best not to think about what would happen.”
With that, Heechul's father left the room swiftly, leaving Hankyung to cry alone with no one to comfort him. He laughed softly at his wish of staying with Heechul like this forever, unchanging. He should’ve known his wish would never come true and the he should have left while he wasn’t involved yet. To leave now, the pain would be unbearable.
That night, Heechul was curled up in Hankyung’s arms like normal but the only difference was that Hankyung was very much wide awake. He gazed on the peaceful face and his heart cried in pain at the thought of leaving him. He didn’t know what would happen if he stayed but he knew that Heechul’s family was powerful and didn’t want him to get into trouble.
He pressed his lips softly on the temple of the older boy and hugged him. “I’m sorry for doing this…and I love you…forever.”
Unwinding his arms from Heechul, Hankyung slowly got up from bed and tried to make his way for the pile of clothes he had when a voice stopped him. “You’re an idiot.” Hankyung spun around and looked at the older boy staring at him, wide-awake. “You think I’ll let you leave me after making me fall for you? We’re going together.”
“But you’ll get into trouble and if you come with me, you’ll leave this life, your brothers!”
Heechul shook his head. “My parents never loved me properly, always hating me for my looks, they won’t miss me. They even use honorific terms for me! As for my brothers, they were the ones who overheard what my father said to you. They understand.”
Hankyung looked at the boy and felt like crying. He flung his arms around Heechul and kissed him desperately, muttering ‘I love you’ over and over. Seeing that it was close to three am, Heechul started to pack clothes he needed along with snacks.
“We better get going. The sooner we leave this place, the better.”
Nodding in agreement, the two quickly packed their necessities and crept out of the window. Hand in hand, the couple ran as fast as they could to escape the life that burdened them. Even though it was going to be hard, Heechul smiled happily, knowing that they would get by together.
In a window of the mansion, Heechul’s parents watched the couple run away, hand in hand. “We had better start training his brothers since he is of no use to us now,” said Heechul’s mother as the other nodded.
Heechul chose his place in the world and for that, they could never accept him for what he had done.
-
The following months were just as how Heechul and Hankyung imagined. Life was hard on the pair of them as their money slowly dwindled. They had been staying at Eunhyuk’s store, helping out with business but there was limited business to service anyways so there was no way they could get paid.
Sometimes, Hankyung wondered if they made the right choice but Heechul always kissed his silent.
“Don’t doubt anything, I chose this path because I had found you and fallen for you. I found the perfect man.”
-
A sharp ringing noise broke Heechul from his trip down memory lane as the phone on his bedside table rang shrilly through the room. Heechul groaned, knowing whom it was as only two people knew his number.
He gritted his teeth as he answered the phone, knowing that he would hear the ungrateful voice of his mother. “What?”
“Don’t use that tone on me young man.” Heechul rolled his eyes but continued to listen to his mother’s wishes anyways. “I’m worried about you’re brother, he seems different now. I want you to go and check on him Heechul-sshi.”
Heechul glared at the phone. “Go to hell.”
Silence resumed its status for the rest of the night, leaving the couple in peace, peace that they rarely got.
- The Perfect Man : end -
- The Perfect You : tbc -
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Dude, why the fuck did I make this so long?! My server is pausing cos there's such a long post here! Meh, whatevs~
Yeah, I'm not going to be able to update as frequent as before since my exams are in a month and I need to studyyy~ T^T (I haven't started) I'll try and post as many chapters as I can before 17/10/08 because after that, I have exams for a month =_=
Yeah, this isn't beted so there's HEAPS of mistakes, take pity on meee~ I also really wanted to post this so it has a rushed enging =/
Anyways, just to let you know, not all side stories are going to be this long! As if! I just got really into this one =P
Edit: Oh yeah, if you know what you're looking for, you can actually tell who the brothers are =D
Fandom: Super Junior
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, as if this would really happen to them!
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama/AU
Pairings: KangTeuk, KyuMin, YeWook, SiHanChul, EunHae
Summary: After escaping his grandfather’s clutches, Leeteuk, along with his cousins, arrives in Seoul in seek of refuge. Just as Leeteuk’s problems don’t seem as bad, he ends up being sold as a sex slave to one of Seoul’s richest family’s son, Kangin.
Chapters: 00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05
A/N: Dude...20 pages long...!
Chapter Six
Heechul lay in the warmth of Hankyung’s arms, feeling safe and secure as he gazed upon his lover’s peaceful face. Lifting a hand up, his fingers ran over and caressed the soft skin gracing the cheekbones. It had almost been two months since unknown men had come in and hurt Hankyung, and it had also been two months since Leeteuk had been kidnapped.
When Heechul arrived home with Siwon, the bar had continued it’s business but all without one of the floor boys. Upon seeing Hankyung’s limp body, panic had set in as he saw Kibum cry over the still body. Heechul still remembered the scene vividly in his mind.
“H-Heechul-hyung, I didn’t know what to do! I came to use the toilet and I saw Hankyung-hyung just lying there! I tried to find Leeteuk-hyung but I can’t find him! It wasn’t me, I didn’t do this!”
Seeing the boy start to hyperventilate, Siwon moved forward and embraced him to calm him down while Heechul gingerly reached out to touch Hankyung’s face. His hand shook as it caressed the smooth skin as tears threatened to spill.
The days that followed involved nursing the boys back to health and finding Leeteuk. From what Hankyung recalled, the man who attacked them had beady eyes but this wasn’t helpful as most of the men in Seoul had beady eyes. Nevertheless, they inquired around if they knew where their lost boy was and if their customers had heard anything at work. Sadly, there was nothing to report.
For the following week, Siwon had taken sick leave from work and kept them company while Hankyung and Kibum recovered from the traumatic experience. He remembered feeling the bottom of his stomach churning when seeing Hankyung not moving and closed his eyes at the painful memory. He leaned over and laid a soft kiss on Hankyung’s slumbering face and remembered how the opposite had occurred seven years ago.
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A sixteen-year-old Heechul stared at his reflection as he ran his hands over the soft fabric that covered his body. He had never been comfortable with the tight clothes his parents had forced him to wear to social gatherings. They constricted him making him painfully aware of the life he was born into and how much of a prison it was like. Everyone else in society had imagined rich life to be full of promising futures with no expectations. How wrong they were.
He had just been told off by his parents for not keeping up with the happenings of the company, which inevitably lead to them criticising his feminine looks. Despite what his parents said to him, Heechul knew he was pretty. His two younger brothers constantly told him this and he knew they were telling the truth because they were still young with no reason to lie.
Whenever he got told off, he wouldn’t ever shed tears in front of his parents, but would wait until he was in his sanctuary of his room to cry while pulling on one of the dresses that he secretly owned. To anyone, a male wearing female clothing would make them look weird and insane but for Heechul, it gave him a sense of comfort. This was because he would imagine he was a different person in a dress and that he wasn’t born into his family.
Today was no different as he brushed his long silky hair, sniffling. He knew that his family wouldn’t bother him until the next day so he decided to let go of his worries and walk around outside for a bit. Rain pattered his windows but that didn’t deter him.
Excitedly picking up of his umbrella, he climbed out of the window and wandered towards the direction of the shops. There was barely anyone in sight, making Heechul smile in happiness knowing that he could do anything without his parents knowing.
As he skipped along the puddled path, he felt his stomach give out a low grumble. ‘Darn,’ he thought, ‘I missed lunch.’ Looking around, he quickly spotted a shop and could make out the sign ‘ddeokbokki and mandu’ through the thick rain. He strolled over to the store to purchase something that would satisfy his hunger.
“Welcome! What would you like sir?”
Heechul looked at the young boy who was manning the stall at the entrance of the shop. The boy smiled and flashed his gums as he waited for Heechul to answer. Heechul’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the boy who didn’t even look like he reached puberty yet.
“Are you even old enough to be working here?”
“Oh, my father owns this shop so I live here and help out whenever I can be bothered.”
Heechul mentally sighed in relief that he didn’t stumble across a slave trade organization and picked out a snack to eat. “One ddeokbokki with extra sauce.”
“Coming right up!” A few seconds later, a thick white rice cake coated in a red sauce was held out to him. Taking hold of the stick, Heechul paid for the food and moved away to enjoy the sound of rain.
Whenever Heechul thought of the rain, he always associated it with washing away his troubles. When he was younger, he had run around outside when it rained, making the maids and butlers in his mansion to fuss about him when he came home completely dirty. Smiling at the happy memory, Heechul finished off his rice cake and decided to make his way back to his home.
As he walked home, he heard a cat hiss down some alleyway, making Heechul turn in that general direction. He didn’t see a cat but instead, he saw a body lying propped against the wall of the alleyway, soaking wet. Heechul’s insides turned cold at the thought of stumbling across a dead body and inched forward to prod it with his shoe. At the movement against the boy’s shoulder, the boy’s body lost its balance and fell into the mud that graced the streets.
Heechul felt a bit guilty for doing this and so he laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder to wake him up. Seeing no response but feeling a faint heartbeat at the base of his neck, Heechul looked around the abandoned street in a panic. He didn’t know what to do or where to go and so he dropped his umbrella and pulled at the arms towards the only place he knew.
“Hey!! Ddeokbokki boy! Can you help me out here?” Heechul called out to the boy at the ‘ddeokbokki and mandu’ stall.
A head popped out and gaped at the sight in front of him. “W-What did you do?!” The boy quickly moved forward and together, they pulled the limp boy into the store. While the stall boy ran to fetch towels, the bright lights of the stall made the unconscious man stir.
Opening his eyes slowly, he looked around confused. Heechul looked at him in confusion as the boy spoke out words that he didn’t understand. After what seemed like an eternity of understanding nothing, Heechul pointed at him.
“Who are you?” He was met with a blank expression, which made him even more determined. He pointed to himself then at the boy again. “Me, Heechul. You?” He looked at the boy expectantly but was once again met with silence. “Heechul.” He pointed to himself again and then pointed at the boy for him to continue.
After a long pause, the boy opened his mouth cautiously. “Hangeng.”
“Hankyung?”
“Hangeng.”
“Hankyung.”
Hankyung shook his head irritably. “Hangeng.”
“I can’t pronounce you’re name so I’m just going to call you Hankyung.” Nodding in satisfaction, he saw the boy from the shop come back with lots of towels.
Hankyung looked at Heechul angrily. “Hangeng!!”
Heechul patted his shoulder in a patronising manner. “Yes you are.” Hankyung just rolled his eyes as Heechul started to pat his body down in hopes that he wouldn’t catch as cold. He finally turned to the stall boy to ask for food. “What’s your name?”
The boy smiled widely. “Eunhyuk! I turn thirteen next month!” He held out three fingers and Heechul guessed that meant thirteen in his mind.
“Yes, good for you kid.” Pouting slightly, Eunhyuk left to get some food for the obviously malnourished boy.
When Eunhyuk came back, Heechul had towel-dried Hankyung’s hair and started to feed him a dumpling on a stick. After a few cautious bites, Hankyung eagerly took the sticks of food and ate them all greedily.
“Well someone hasn’t eaten in a while,” muttered Heechul before saying louder, “So where are you from?”
More blank looks from Hankyung made Eunhyuk jump up and play charades. Heechul looked at him with a cocked brow and wondered just what was going on inside the boy’s mind. Just as he thought that thought, he decided he was better off not knowing.
A few attempts of communication later, Hankyung held out a soaked set of papers which Heechul, with Eunhyuk reading over his shoulder, could just make out the Korean scribbles.
Take this ungrateful boy from my hands. I don’t want him and his mother doesn’t want him. He was born a bastard, will forever be a bastard and will only be loved by another bastard.
The attached papers were of Hankyung’s profile translated in Korean for some Korean family to find. The two of them read that Hankyung was from China but from the note, they assumed that he was abandoned or shipped to Korea to be rid of.
Heechul clenched his fist in anger as Hankyung looked at him innocently, not understanding why he was in Korea and why he was alone. Seeing Heechul’s angry face, Hankyung pressed his back against the chair in fear, as he didn’t understand why the older boy was angry.
Heechul himself didn’t understand why the feeling of anger surged through his body. Maybe because Hankyung looked so lost and innocent through the whole ordeal that made Heechul do what he did next.
“You’re staying with me.” It was a statement, not a question from Heechul as he pulled Hankyung up from his chair and pulled him out of the store. “Thanks for the food, Eunhyuk! I’ll pay you back later!” Heechul called back as he opened the umbrella for both of them.
Hankyung walked alongside Heechul but lagged behind a bit since his legs were weak. He whined out in Chinese, making Heechul stop to look at him. Seeing the tired boy, Heechul laced his fingers with Hankyung’s and started to move again, but at a slower pace. They strolled leisurely until they reached the mansion.
Surprisingly, getting Hankyung through the window without being seen was an easier task than Heechul had thought. One of the perks of him being rich was that no one would disturb him and that he had his own personal bathroom. He handed Hankyung a pair of pajamas and pushed him towards the door.
Seeing the blank look grace Hankyung’s delicate features yet again, Heechul made big motions with his arms to emphasise the activity of ‘changing clothes’. Once Hankyung had shut the door behind him, Heechul stripped off his wet dress, and flung it onto a nearby chair before slipping on a set of pajamas and flopping onto his bed to watch some television.
Hearing the click of the bathroom door, Heechul turned to the Chinese boy and looked at him. He was met with a shriek. It was Heechul’s turn to stare blankly at him as Hankyung pointed at Heechul then the dress then back to Heechul. He nodded in understanding and smirked at the cute reaction Hankyung made.
Heechul’s pajama top wasn’t buttoned up, exposing his chest to Hankyung as he tried to cover his eyes. Heechul got off the soft bed and moved in front of the younger boy. He smiled; amused at the embarrassment the boy was experiencing and blew on his face. Hankyung let out a squeak and stumbled backwards onto the floor.
“Ah, sorry!” Heechul helped up the boy and patted his butt in apology. This didn’t help the situation as Hankyung moved away with an aura of shyness being emitted. “Well, I’m going to sleep now and I don’t have another bed so you’ll have to share with me.”
Heechul slid under the cool comforter and patted the space next to him. The bed was big enough for even three people to share but Hankyung stood his ground at the other side of the room.
Shrugging, Heechul slid further into the comforter and slide the TV remote towards the boy. “I need to go to sleep now since I have to go to work tomorrow but you can stay up and watch some TV if you want. Come to bed when you’re ready, you can sleep on the other side if you prefer.”
With that, Heechul laid his head back into his fluffy pillows and drifted off to sleep. Hankyung remained standing and looked at the now slumbering boy. All he had remembered from the past weeks seeing a bunch of people he didn’t know and getting kicked out of a van onto the wet dirty streets. After that, he had wondered around for a while before exhaustion got the better of him, making his body collapse onto the floor.
Staring at the comfortable bed, he decided to sit in front of the TV to watch for a while and to sleep on the floor. Out of all things, Hankyung drew the line at sleeping in the same bed as someone he had just met. At first, he was wary for following Heechul but realised that his situation could’ve been a lot worse and mentally thanked Heechul for being nice to him.
Shaking thoughts from his mind that would preoccupy his mind further, Hankyung took a pillow off the bed and propped it behind his head watching the pictures flicker across the screen.
Morning sunlight graced the large bedroom making Heechul stir awake and stretch from his comfortable slumber. Blearily looking at the clock, he rolled out of bed and crawled over to the closet to change into his business clothes for the new day ahead. He lazily looked through his wardrobe of assorted business suits and dresses and decided on one of his plainest business attires.
Heechul let out a scream when he saw the lump in front of the TV, lying on the floor with his head propped on a pillow. He had momentarily forgotten about the boy he had picked up and took home with him. Now that recognition flickered across his face, Heechul looked at the sleeping boy in exasperation for sleeping on the floor.
He fixed his collar, prodded the TV with his foot to turn it off and crouched before the boy. Soft breaths of air from his mouth blowed gently against his bangs as Hankyung snuggled further into the pillow. Heechul brushed the bangs from his eyes and gazed at the peaceful face.
The room was in complete silence, leaving just Heechul and Hankyung alone in the room. It was after staring at his face that Heechul decided to be more active at work. The reasoning for this was that his family did business a lot with overseas companies, making the amount of people speaking Chinese to be a large number.
Lifting Hankyung with all his strength, Heechul dragged him onto the bed and dumped him ungraciously upon it. Just as Heechul tried to get up, Hankyung flung his arm around his arm and pulled him back down to the bed, their faces dangerously close to each other. It seemed Hankyung liked to snuggle. A lot.
Heechul lay frozen as he felt the younger boy’s head nuzzle into his chest and rub against him. He was still young and in his puberty stage and couldn’t help but to bite out a moan. He blushed furiously at the fact that he got turned on by a boy who was merely snuggling into his chest.
Quickly pushing him roughly away, Heechul bolted from his room and slammed the door behind him.
“Hyung, what are you doing?” Heechul spun around to his younger brother with big blinking eyes.
“N-Nothing! Don’t go into my room okay?” The younger boy nodded his head and walked down the hallway, not particularly caring for what Heechul had in his room.
Sighing in relief, Heechul locked his bedroom door and trudged down to breakfast begrudgingly. His parents sat at the table, backs straight and their watchful eyes following him. “Good morning.”
The pair nodded back in response and continued to eat their rich breakfast. Heechul froze yet again when he realised that Hankyung wouldn’t have anything to eat since he wouldn’t be able to leave his room. He took a few bites of his meal before putting his plan into action.
Shocking his parents, Heechul slammed his hands onto the table. “Oh darn! I left my business sheets up in my room! And I haven’t been able to read them all yet.” He let out a frustrated sigh and put fingers against his forehead.
“It’s okay, you can just go and get them later. It’s not like you take any of this business seriously.” Cold eyes burrowed into Heechul’s.
“No, I’m being serious. I better read up those notes if I’m to take over the company, right Umma?”
Heechul’s mother looked up sharply from her egg and watched as the younger boy pranced away with his large breakfast without waiting for her answer.
He leaned against the door in relief and saw that Hankyung had woken up in his absence, but still a bit drowsy. Hankyung rubbed his eyes and looked at the boy who just entered the room but smiled at the sight of food.
‘Man, it seems all you think about is food!’ thought Heechul as he laid the large platter laden with assorted types of breakfast foods on the bedside dresser. He always disliked the idea of eating in bed, believing that it would give major indigestion, and so he started to set up one of his mini-tables near the bed.
Once Hankyung was well into his meal, Heechul pulled out his drawer of snacks and instant noodles and gestured to Hankyung to let him know to eat them. Even though he hadn’t eaten breakfast, he could always buy something to eat at work.
After what seemed like another game of charades to tell Hankyung what to do, Heechul moved to leave the room and lock it. Just as he left, he heard a soft voice drift to his ears.
“Good-bye.”
Heechul froze and stared at the boy who gestured at the TV. Heechul smiled, knowing that Hankyung was smart enough to know the decency to start learning the language. He had a good feeling about his new friend and left his home with a smile on his face. From his bedroom window, Hankyung too smiled and waved to the boy who saved his life.
-
The following weeks took after in a similar manner with Heechul buying snacks and instant noodles weekly to supply his stock, bringing in large portions of food for breakfast and one of the two boys sleeping on the floor. They had seemed to work out a routine where they took turns with who would sleep on the floor and who would sleep on the bed.
Hankyung was grateful for the way Heechul had treated him and took care of him. Sometimes he would feel alone but would ignore the feeling and promptly turn back to the TV to learn the language. He was an incredibly fast learner of Korean, which made Heechul thankful since it seemed he was the opposite for Chinese.
Sometimes Hankyung would feel lonely eating alone and so he would cherish the days where Heechul had a fight with his parents and would eat meals with him. The happiest he was when Heechul decided to eat breakfast and dinner with him for a whole week and didn’t even fight with his father.
Today was one of those days as the pair sat in front of the TV watching some cartoon while they ate dinner. Neither of them really knew what was happening in the cartoon, something about a robot and strawberries and cigarettes but none of them really cared for the storyline. They sat together, content with their company.
Heechul turned to the other male to ask him a question and saw that there was a smudge of potato on his cheek. He licked his thumb and reached over to wipe it off. Hankyung froze as he felt the other boy’s breath on his cheek, his heartbeat increasing and his face becoming warm. Heechul sucked on his thumb and the potato, oblivious to the stiff boy next to him.
Hankyung didn’t know when it started. Whenever he got too close to Heechul, he would feel himself heat up and have uncontrollable smiles. He didn’t know why he felt this way but like the TV show they were watching, he couldn’t care less why and smiled at the happy feeling he got.
-
Weeks turned into months and Hankyung had eventually moved into bed with Heechul. Surprisingly, no one had caught Heechul’s secret friend in the four months he stayed and grew suspicious sometimes of his parents and the staff but Hankyung would always reassure him that no one entered his room.
The first time Hankyung got into bed with him, Heechul was a bit wary since he knew very well that Hankyung was a cling-on. Despite this, Heechul didn’t protest at his touches but grew fond of them instead. He knew that Hankyung never knew of his bedtime habits and thought it would be funny when he would wake up with Heechul in his arms.
However, he spared Hankyung of the shock and would slip out of his arms before the younger boy had a chance to wake up. Sometimes, Heechul would wake up hot and sweaty with his faces merely centimetres from the other’s face. On those days, he would bolt out of the bed and lock himself in the bathroom with cold water drenching his clothed body.
The dreams he started to have had Hankyung in it but he never knew what they were actually about when he woke up.
-
Hankyung started to feel guilty. It had neared seven months of his stay and he hadn’t told Heechul of a secret he had kept. A month or so ago, Heechul’s younger brothers had come into the room, curiously wondering why he spent so much time in his room, and discovered Hankyung instead.
He found the two younger boys quite enjoyable to be around when Heechul was busy at work and wanted to keep it a secret from Heechul, knowing that the younger boys would get into trouble. Since his arrival in Korea, his ability to speak Korean had risen to the point where the communication barrier was non-existent.
From Heechul’s siblings, Hankyung found out their ages, hobbies and what they had dreamed to be when there were older. Since one had celebrated their birthday recently, they were both fifteen years old and wanted a life outside of the rich family they were in. He had also found out that Heechul had taken most of the responsibilities of the family since he was the oldest, but was looked down upon by his parents and grandparents because of his feminine image.
Hankyung felt a twinge of sadness inside as he watched Heechul flop onto the bed tiredly. The older boy loosened his tie and breathed heavily from the long tired day at work. Even though he was sixteen, he held the responsibilities of thee people and the stress had started to show on the boy’s body.
As Heechul lay on the bed, slowly drifting to sleep, as well as skipping dinner, Hankyung laid with him, their bodies only touching with their entwined hands. With Heechul’s soft breath as the only noise in the room, Hankyung whispered to add to the noise.
“I think you’re pretty but strong at the same time. You’re like a graceful swan in a world of deceit and cruelty. If you ever need to lean on someone for strength, I’ll always be here for you.”
A tear fell from Heechul’s eye and he knew that he felt something for Hankyung that he shouldn’t have.
-
A few days after the seven-month period, Hankyung’s birthday arrived. Both Heechul and Hankyung would leave the house secretly a few times a month but only to walk around to enjoy the fresh air and to play in the children’s playground. For his birthday, they had celebrated it at Eunhyuk’s shop where the boy had happily agreed to hold the party since the moment Heechul contacted him about it.
It was small and simple, making it perfect for Hankyung since large crowds had reminded him too much of his past. He was able to enjoy cake along with foods he had never tried before at Heechul’s home. He especially enjoyed it when Heechul fed him one of his favourite dishes, leaning in to be closer to him.
He loved how caring Heechul was towards him and how just being around him brought smiles to his face. He smiled as he remembered when Heechul came home one time to try out his Chinese, only to be laughed at. His pronunciation was truly bad.
After leaving Eunhyuk’s stall, they sneaked back into the house and bounced onto the bed in a fit of giggles. Hankyung leaned over and nuzzled into Heechul’s collarbone. “Thank you Heechul.”
Grinning, Heechul grabbed a pillow and smacked him over the head. “Yah, it was nothing.” Rolling over, Hankyung grabbed the other pillow and armed himself with it as the two ignited a pillow fight.
Squeals and laughter was heard through the bedroom door as one of Heechul’s brothers passed by his room. Hearing the laughter that he had rarely heard from Heechul, the younger boy smiled, happy that his brother had found someone to openly laugh to.
After minutes of stressing their arms to fling pillows at each other, the pair collapsed onto the bed yet again but this time in a heave of pants and puffs. Sweat glistened their foreheads, enjoying the fun evening they had.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. Don’t wait up.” Patting Heechul’s thigh, Hankyung swung his legs over the bed and made his way to the bathroom.
Heechul smirked and started to take off his clothes to change into his comfortable nightclothes. Just as he pulled his flannel pants on, an idea sparked his mind. In the seven months that Hankyung had stayed, they hadn’t taken a single picture together.
Walking towards his mobile, Heechul grabbed it and barged into the bathroom, regardless of whether the other boy was decent or not. Thankfully, with a bit of disappointment on Heechul’s behalf, Hankyung had only stripped down to his pants, showing off his toned chest to the world.
“H-Heechul! What are you doing?” Hankyung stuttered as Heechul pulled them close together, skin touching each other.
“We need to take more pictures together and it’s your birthday too! I can’t believe we haven’t taken one yet! Come on, pose!” Heechul held up the camera and tilted his head back, an aura of sexiness being emitted from him.
Hankyung saw this and tried to attempt the similar feat. He looked at the camera with sultry eyes as a soft click was heard. The older boy smiled at how well the photo turned out and held out the camera to take another photo. This time however, just before the click was heard, Heechul leaned over and kissed Hankyung on the cheek.
Hankyung’s heartbeat increased ten-fold as he felt his blood go south. He started to become restless and willed Heechul to leave him to the cold shower he hoped to take.
“Happy birthday Hannie,” whispered Heechul before he left him to his shower.
Even though he was embarrassed, Hankyung couldn’t have wanted anything else from Heechul.
-
It was a few months after Hankyung’s birthday that he realised his night habits, also discovering Heechul’s too. It was actually an embarrassing event that would bring a blush to Hankyung’s cheeks, even in the future.
The morning had begun like any other; sunlight would sieve itself through the windows and dance upon the pair where one wrapped his arms around the other. Feeling himself starting to wake, Hankyung rolled over, pulling Heechul closer to himself, and willed for sleepiness to return to him. Just as he was about to return to the world of slumber, he heard some panting and felt a hard object being prodded into his thigh.
He wrinkled his forehead in irritation for being disturbed and cracked open an eye to see just what Heechul was doing. Instead of seeing Heechul poking his side playfully, he saw his flushed face and rosy cheeks. Panic started to set in as Hankyung had thought that Heechul was having a nightmare but feeling Heechul rubbing up against him made him withdraw that thought and turn bright red.
“H-Ha…nnie…” panted Heechul as he inched closer to the frozen boy. Sensing the dangerous situation that would occur and mentally berated himself for snuggling so close to him, Hankyung tried to pry Heechul away from him but failed miserably.
He now lay on his back with Heechul lying on top of him and his cheek burying into the younger boy’s chest. Hankyung swallowed nervously as he couldn’t move while Heechul’s hardened member brushed against his own hardening object.
Heechul moaned and whined out at the contact and brushed his member in the same place, only harder. Soon, the older boy had developed a rhythm and was molesting the younger boy as Hankyung laid still and willed his body not to thrust upwards. He bit his lip hard, making some blood leak out his petite lips.
Finally, a moan left Hankyung’s mouth with his heartbeat racing against Heechul’s ear. Together, they thrust into each other, both panting with the occasional whine from Heechul when Hankyung tried to stop himself. With one last jerk downwards; Heechul spilt his seed over the younger boy and chose to wake up at that moment.
Blinking in confusion, Heechul looked around him and wondered why he was on top of Hankyung, but seeing the younger boy’s flushed face made Heechul realise what he had done. He moved a bit to confirm his suspicion and felt sticky residue sling to his member and rub against Hankyung’s still throbbing cock.
Hankyung snarled in frustration, pushed Heechul off him roughly and locked himself in the bathroom. He panted as he quickly stripped himself and forced himself under the head of the shower, the frozen water spraying his back.
Meanwhile, Heechul put his face in his hands and groaned in regret, knowing that what he had inadvertently done would affect his relationship with Hankyung. He wanted to keep the friendship they held and he didn’t want him to leave because of this. Knowing that he had to explain himself, Heechul entered the bathroom without Hankyung knowing and tried to explain to him.
Not hearing the door click close, Hankyung continued to mutter as he leaned his head against the tiled walls. Even though he was whispering, Heechul heard the words he spoke clearly.
“Why…why do I feel this way? I shouldn’t do this…he’ll leave me like everyone else…he’ll get disgusted by me…just like my father…” Hankyung cried and sobbed, thinking of a way to leave the household in hopes of not burdening Heechul anymore.
Hands cornered Hankyung’s face as he felt a warm presence press up against his naked body. He sobbed and tried to move away but was pulled into a tight hug by Heechul. Water flickered and dampened Heechul’s soft pajamas but this didn’t deter him.
“I love you,” whispered Heechul as he kissed Hankyung’s neck.
Tears still ran down Hankyung’s handsome face. “No you don’t, you’re disgusted by me.” Heechul turned him around but Hankyung moved his face away from him, not making any eye contact with the older boy.
Heechul’s eyes gazed lovingly at Hankyung’s hurt eyes and with the use of his hand to force his face to him, Heechul pressed his lips against the bleeding ones. He ran his tongue over the bloody lip, his saliva temporarily clotting the break in epidermis.
The water washed away Hankyung’s tears as he responded to the kiss, their tongues tasting one another and enjoying it. Heechul’s tongue started to run down Hankyung’s neck and let his teeth bite on his throat, making a moan come from the Chinese man.
“If my memory serves me right, you haven’t been satisfied yet.” Heechul grinned in Hankyung’s neck as he moved south.
As Heechul got in his knees to service Hankyung’s cock, Hankyung leaned himself against the wall, the water no longer cold against his hot skin. He moaned in pleasure at the velvety mouth engulfing him and threw his head back. Heechul clamped his lips around the length and pulled on it and sucked on it hungrily. He swirled his tongue, used his teeth and put his heart and soul into the activity, all to give Hankyung the most pleasure possible.
They were both young and thus, they were severely inexperienced but they made the most pleasure out of what they knew. Wanting Heechul to have some pleasure along with him, Hankyung nudged his foot at the area where the pajamas were plastered against Heechul’s manhood, making him pause in serving Hankyung and whine out.
The sight of Heechul whining out to him, mouth wide open, made Hankyung to play with the older boy’s cock with his toes and thrust into the welcoming mouth. Heechul was surprised at the length being shoved deep into his throat but nevertheless, adapted to the situation.
He swallowed the length despite the lack of air and hummed, making the veins of the cock thicken and for Hankyung to choke out a cry. Tears blurred his vision but he continued to deep throat Hankyung, determined to show him the love he had held for the younger boy the moment he saw him.
Somehow, Hankyung managed to slip his foot inside Heechul’s pajama bottoms and fumble with Heechul’s now weeping member. Heechul pulled out his mouth at the sensation of the toes tugging at his cock, making him grip Hankyung’s cock painfully in revenge.
He licked the underside with an evil smirk as he felt Hankyung’s movements on his foot slow down. Hankyung prodded his toe against Heechul’s slit, causing him to bite down on the cock in his mouth dangerously hard. Ironically, it was these moments that made the pair of them cum at the same time.
-
More months passed and soon, the time for Heechul to celebrate his birthday had come. With only weeks until the boy turned seventeen, Hankyung was at a loss with what to get him. He needed to think of something that didn’t cost any money but something that Heechul could appreciate at the same time. He had even gone as desperate as venturing out of Heechul’s room and asking for his brothers’ assistance.
“We can lend you money,” offered the youngest one as he rummaged through his wallet. Hankyung stopped him immediately.
“No!! No, I don’t want anything to do with money.”
The second youngest looked thoughtful before just saying, “Why don’t you show him how much you love him?”
Even though it had been months since they had confessed to each other, they hadn’t gone further than kissing and mutual masturbation. Hankyung always guessed the reason for this was because they were both still adjusting to their feelings and sexuality, but he had a slight suspicion that Heechul was afraid that Hankyung wasn’t ready.
How wrong he was.
-
At the moment, it was Heechul’s birthday with the birthday boy currently in the shower. Butterflies in Hankyung’s stomach fluttered more as he put his weight on each food nervously. He had been waiting for this time and had planned everything in hopes it would be perfect for Heechul.
In all honesty though, he didn’t know how to start the situation he desired. He didn’t want to just go up to Heechul and start kissing him senseless but he wanted to do something that would result in taking their relationship further.
After minutes of pondering, Heechul still didn’t come out of the bathroom, giving Hankyung an idea. Grabbing Heechul’s mobile, Hankyung marched into the bathroom to see a shirtless Heechul. Ignoring the chest he wanted to run his fingers on, he pulled the other boy close to him and took a picture.
“Happy birthday to me I guess.” Heechul grinned as Hankyung took a few more pictures.
Hankyung pressed their cheeks together. “One last one.” Just before the camera took the picture, Hankyung captured Heechul’s lips and took the picture. Tossing the camera aside, the pair preoccupied themselves with exchanging saliva and moans.
Eventually, they shuffled to the bed and collapsed on it, arms and legs entangling with each other. Hankyung pinned Heechul and straddled him, all without removing his lips. He ground into the boy beneath him, causing gasps of pleasure to drift through the room. Hankyung started to pinch one of Heechul’s nipples while his mouth his way to the other one.
He pulled, he twisted and he yanked on the erected nipple as his tongue swirled around the other one. Heechul’s hands threaded through Hankyung’s hair and got lost in the silky mass.
It was nightime so both he and Heechul only had their pajama bottoms on, making their bare chests touch one another when they kissed each other passionately. Once he got the moans he wanted from Heechul, Hankyung stripped both of them and positioned a finger above his entrance.
Noticing that the boy had stopped his actions, Heechul yanked on the hair and yelled, “Yah! Why did you stop?”
Biting his lip, Hankyung took Heechul’s words of reassurance and roughly shoved a finger into him. He saw Heechul’s penis become erected as the boy started to pant with saliva dripping from the side of his mouth. Hankyung started to get a rhythm and quickly entered another finger.
Even though he derived pleasure from the prepping, there was still a great deal of pain that Heechul got. “You….i-idiot,” he panted making Hankyung look at him in confusion.
“Did I do something wrong?” Hankyung immediately pulled out his digits, making Heechul whine in protest. “I-I thought that maybe this would be a good birthday present for you but…”
With all his strength, Heechul pulled Hankyung into a hot wet kiss and laughed at him. “No, this is good. Just what I always wanted but you left out one important factor.” Hankyung looked at him weirdly. “You need lube to do this comfortably.”
Heechul didn’t know whether to laugh or smack Hankyung as he shot a confusing stare at him. “L-Lube?”
“You’re so lucky I was prepared or there would’ve been hell to pay.” Reaching over, Heechul opened his drawer and took out a pink tube. “This is lube. Do you know how to use it?”
Hankyung shook his head and Heechul grinned. He pushed Hankyung on his back and squeezed the cold substance onto Hankyung’s cock, making pained gasps come from Hankyung because of the cold.
Wrapping his hand around the now hardened length painfully slowly, Heechul started to pump and smother lube around the throbbing member. Hankyung moved his head about in pleasure from the slick fingers that massaged his cock.
Heechul saw that there was enough lube covering the cock and looked at Hankyung. “Do you want me to ride you or are you going to be controlling?” Heechul looked at him with sultry eyes as Hankyung grunted incomprehensibly. “Well, your loss.”
With that, Heechul positioned himself above the younger male and impaled himself on him. Screams of pleasure left both of the boys, one from the feeling of being penetrated and the other from the feeling of tightness around him. Heechul slowly lifted himself up before dropping himself back down on the body below him. He repeated this and increased his speed, making the bed rock as they moved with each other, skin slapping skin.
At one point, Hankyung realised that it was his birthday present to Heechul and that he should be the one in control. In a flash, Hankyung was on top of Heechul, who whimpered at the sudden movements.
“Did I say that you could control?” Hankyung’s breath tickled Heechul’s ear, as the older boy got more excited.
Hankyung pulled out his length completely, making Heechul whine out in protest, and then thrust himself roughly into Heechul again, burying himself deep within the other boy. The older boy cried out at the feeling of Hankyung hitting his prostate and begged for more.
“More…faster…”
With all his might, Hankyung continued to impale Heechul’s prostate and picked up his speed. There was one time that Hankyung hit Heechul’s pleasure spot then rotated his hips around, grinding into that particular spot, making Heechul see spots.
“F-Faster dammit!”
The scent of sex wafted through the room, as all that was heard were pants and slapping of skin. Just as Heechul neared his limit, he felt a finger clamp around his abandoned member and grip tightly at the base of his cock. As a result, Heechul cried out angrily that he couldn’t release himself.
“W-What are you doing?!”
Before Hankyung could explain, he emptied his seed into the older boy and continued to rock into him before pulling out. Heechul panted and tried to clamp his legs shut as he couldn’t cum. He looked at the Chinese boy angrily but was only met with a sly smirk. He thought it was over but apparently Hankyung had some other things in mind.
Still restraining Heechul from ejaculating, Hankyung lowered his mouth to his petite hole and cautiously licked the puckered pinkness. Heechul jerked away at the touch of the tongue and drooled more onto the sheets below him.
“H-Hannie!”
The boy in question ignored the protests and continued to lick the pink hole and the sticky seed that covered it. Even though it was his own essence, Hankyung couldn’t have cared less. Once he had licked every last of his sperm, he used his spare hand and widened the hole a bit for his tongue to dart in.
Heechul screamed silent screams at the pleasure racking his body as he felt Hankyung’s tongue delve inside him and wriggle around. Because he hadn’t released yet, Heechul’s moves were jerky and he shuddered a lot.
Hankyung licked his lips and engulfed Heechul’s weeping member once more, making the other boy cry in protest. The pleasure must have been so unbearable that pity was taken and Heechul was allowed to cum. By this time, Heechul’s cock was deep in Hankyung’s throat so when he emptied his seed, the younger boy almost choked. Almost.
Heechul looked at his lover, amazed that he could swallow his whole load but rolled his head back in exhaustion, ignoring his own thoughts. He felt Hankyung lips press against his for entrance as a tongue ran over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth welcomely and tasted a mixture of their essences. Inside, Heechul blanched at the taste but since it was from Hankyung, he couldn’t have cared less.
Before they fell asleep, Hankyung let Heechul snuggle into his chest as he whispered, “I love you.”
-
It had been a year since Hankyung had arrived and it was at this time that Heechul’s parents noticed something unusual about their son. Sure, he had become more serious about the company and their family lineage but there had also been an air of happiness around him. Sometimes, they wouldn’t see him for days when he didn’t have to go to work and sometimes he would run off and not have any meals with them.
Today was one of those days as the couple watched their son run out of the office and get driven home with flair of excitement. Just as they were about to get back to work, one of the employees disturbed them.
“E-Excuse me but Heechul-sshi left his phone here.” Heechul’s father nodded his head in thanks and took it from him.
The male went back to reading his reports and placed the phone on the table, but missed and it dropped carelessly on the floor, the flip phone opening and showing them the display picture.
Heechul’s mother looked at the picture and gasped. It was the picture that Heechul had taken on Hankyung’s birthday of him kissing the other boy’s cheek. The couple immediately returned home to see what information they could access.
As days passed, Heechul tried to find his phone but failed. It wasn’t that he needed the phone or anything but more of the fact that it had all of the pictures that he and Hankyung had taken together. He didn’t voice out his concern over his phone to his family, thinking that they wouldn’t even care where it was. During these thoughts, Hankyung looked on worriedly and in paranoid of being discovered. Too bad it was too late.
That night, Heechul’s parents had seen all the pictures in the phone and were outraged at the fact that their son had been careless to get attached to another boy. They were furious at the fact that their reputation was at stake and ignored all thoughts that maybe they were in love with each other.
-
On the night of one of Heechul’s brother’s birthday, Hankyung’s life changed. Not expecting Heechul to come back into the room until late at night when all the celebrations were over, he heard the door creak open and close.
Hankyung looked up from the TV on mute and looked at the direction of the door. “Heechul?”
“No.”
Hankyung’s eyes widened at the unknown man and got up in a self defence pose. The man merely smirked.
“I am Heechul-sshi’s father and you have been living here illegally.”
Fear erupted from inside Hankyung as Heechul’s father advanced towards him. The older male continued.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to him to make him do those disgusting things but I demand that you leave this place, for both of your sakes. Someone as prestigious as us shouldn’t dirty ourselves with the likes of you.”
Hankyung stuttered, “I-I-”
“You’re so low that you’re not even capable of speech. Pathetic.” Hankyung looked down as tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. “I want you to leave by tomorrow morning and I’ll know if you’re gone or not. Don’t tell Heechul-sshi of this meeting and if you don’t leave, well…it’s best not to think about what would happen.”
With that, Heechul's father left the room swiftly, leaving Hankyung to cry alone with no one to comfort him. He laughed softly at his wish of staying with Heechul like this forever, unchanging. He should’ve known his wish would never come true and the he should have left while he wasn’t involved yet. To leave now, the pain would be unbearable.
That night, Heechul was curled up in Hankyung’s arms like normal but the only difference was that Hankyung was very much wide awake. He gazed on the peaceful face and his heart cried in pain at the thought of leaving him. He didn’t know what would happen if he stayed but he knew that Heechul’s family was powerful and didn’t want him to get into trouble.
He pressed his lips softly on the temple of the older boy and hugged him. “I’m sorry for doing this…and I love you…forever.”
Unwinding his arms from Heechul, Hankyung slowly got up from bed and tried to make his way for the pile of clothes he had when a voice stopped him. “You’re an idiot.” Hankyung spun around and looked at the older boy staring at him, wide-awake. “You think I’ll let you leave me after making me fall for you? We’re going together.”
“But you’ll get into trouble and if you come with me, you’ll leave this life, your brothers!”
Heechul shook his head. “My parents never loved me properly, always hating me for my looks, they won’t miss me. They even use honorific terms for me! As for my brothers, they were the ones who overheard what my father said to you. They understand.”
Hankyung looked at the boy and felt like crying. He flung his arms around Heechul and kissed him desperately, muttering ‘I love you’ over and over. Seeing that it was close to three am, Heechul started to pack clothes he needed along with snacks.
“We better get going. The sooner we leave this place, the better.”
Nodding in agreement, the two quickly packed their necessities and crept out of the window. Hand in hand, the couple ran as fast as they could to escape the life that burdened them. Even though it was going to be hard, Heechul smiled happily, knowing that they would get by together.
In a window of the mansion, Heechul’s parents watched the couple run away, hand in hand. “We had better start training his brothers since he is of no use to us now,” said Heechul’s mother as the other nodded.
Heechul chose his place in the world and for that, they could never accept him for what he had done.
-
The following months were just as how Heechul and Hankyung imagined. Life was hard on the pair of them as their money slowly dwindled. They had been staying at Eunhyuk’s store, helping out with business but there was limited business to service anyways so there was no way they could get paid.
Sometimes, Hankyung wondered if they made the right choice but Heechul always kissed his silent.
“Don’t doubt anything, I chose this path because I had found you and fallen for you. I found the perfect man.”
-
A sharp ringing noise broke Heechul from his trip down memory lane as the phone on his bedside table rang shrilly through the room. Heechul groaned, knowing whom it was as only two people knew his number.
He gritted his teeth as he answered the phone, knowing that he would hear the ungrateful voice of his mother. “What?”
“Don’t use that tone on me young man.” Heechul rolled his eyes but continued to listen to his mother’s wishes anyways. “I’m worried about you’re brother, he seems different now. I want you to go and check on him Heechul-sshi.”
Heechul glared at the phone. “Go to hell.”
Silence resumed its status for the rest of the night, leaving the couple in peace, peace that they rarely got.
- The Perfect Man : end -
- The Perfect You : tbc -
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Dude, why the fuck did I make this so long?! My server is pausing cos there's such a long post here! Meh, whatevs~
Yeah, I'm not going to be able to update as frequent as before since my exams are in a month and I need to studyyy~ T^T (I haven't started) I'll try and post as many chapters as I can before 17/10/08 because after that, I have exams for a month =_=
Yeah, this isn't beted so there's HEAPS of mistakes, take pity on meee~ I also really wanted to post this so it has a rushed enging =/
Anyways, just to let you know, not all side stories are going to be this long! As if! I just got really into this one =P
Edit: Oh yeah, if you know what you're looking for, you can actually tell who the brothers are =D