my writing becomes better in the nightime..
Title: [not applicable]
Rating: PG-13 (words, suggestive phrasing?)
Pairing: Yewook (because this is for thundersquall )
Summary: Kim Ryeowook's your regular genius with a knack for taking things that aren't his. Kim Jongwoon's a detective who, sometimes, takes himself too seriously. Trick's a thief, a smiling thief who ends up taking much more than he intended.
A/N: Wrote this because I love crime!Yewook and because of all my pent up frustrations at Hakuba and Kaito for never hooking up in Magic Kaitou. Obviously this is like a little teaser. I'm not anywhere near done with the story. And this might possible become a chaptered fic but idek and i'm still not sure if this is ever going to be higher than PG-13..
Enjoy....~
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Too easy Ryeowook thinks, worrying at his bottom lip while staring at the face of the machine in front of him. His eyes glance over the numbers displayed on the screen and he smiles despite himself. After all, who wouldn't be happy to see all those commas and zeros.
The keyboard lights up at his gentle touch, Ryeowook runs his fingertips over the enter key and presses a small number sequence into the numeral pad. When a light, nervous chuckle reaches his ears he whips around in fright before realizing it had come from his lips. He scans the room anyway, glancing through the glass door at the guard, sleeping soundly in his chair.
A smirk and he’s back, facing the ATM and pounding on the keyboard, typing code after code until the machine can’t take anymore of his pounding and dollar bills burst out of the slot. He suppresses a laugh as he watches the black bag he’d placed, just underneath the opening, fill up with precious green paper. Once it’s full, he presses another key, and the computer hums, loud and deep before halting the flow of money.
Grunting at the weight, he drags the bag to the center of the room. It’s bigger and heavier than him and he wonders how he’ll carry it all the way back home, but his eye catches sight of the camera and he waves his victory sign. With black-gloved hands he takes hold of a wad of bills and flaunts it around, confident that through the white mask he’s wearing and the black top hat sitting on his head, they’ll never figure it out.
The bag of money is comfier than he expected, when he laid down on it and sighed contently. He wraps his arms around coarse material and he rubs his hands up and down the thousands of dollars laying comfortable under him.
Stealing, Ryeowook decides, is a lot like sex.
Rating: PG-13 (words, suggestive phrasing?)
Pairing: Yewook (because this is for thundersquall )
Summary: Kim Ryeowook's your regular genius with a knack for taking things that aren't his. Kim Jongwoon's a detective who, sometimes, takes himself too seriously. Trick's a thief, a smiling thief who ends up taking much more than he intended.
A/N: Wrote this because I love crime!Yewook and because of all my pent up frustrations at Hakuba and Kaito for never hooking up in Magic Kaitou. Obviously this is like a little teaser. I'm not anywhere near done with the story. And this might possible become a chaptered fic but idek and i'm still not sure if this is ever going to be higher than PG-13..
Enjoy....~
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Too easy Ryeowook thinks, worrying at his bottom lip while staring at the face of the machine in front of him. His eyes glance over the numbers displayed on the screen and he smiles despite himself. After all, who wouldn't be happy to see all those commas and zeros.
The keyboard lights up at his gentle touch, Ryeowook runs his fingertips over the enter key and presses a small number sequence into the numeral pad. When a light, nervous chuckle reaches his ears he whips around in fright before realizing it had come from his lips. He scans the room anyway, glancing through the glass door at the guard, sleeping soundly in his chair.
A smirk and he’s back, facing the ATM and pounding on the keyboard, typing code after code until the machine can’t take anymore of his pounding and dollar bills burst out of the slot. He suppresses a laugh as he watches the black bag he’d placed, just underneath the opening, fill up with precious green paper. Once it’s full, he presses another key, and the computer hums, loud and deep before halting the flow of money.
Grunting at the weight, he drags the bag to the center of the room. It’s bigger and heavier than him and he wonders how he’ll carry it all the way back home, but his eye catches sight of the camera and he waves his victory sign. With black-gloved hands he takes hold of a wad of bills and flaunts it around, confident that through the white mask he’s wearing and the black top hat sitting on his head, they’ll never figure it out.
The bag of money is comfier than he expected, when he laid down on it and sighed contently. He wraps his arms around coarse material and he rubs his hands up and down the thousands of dollars laying comfortable under him.
Stealing, Ryeowook decides, is a lot like sex.