The Devil's Paramour
Title: The Devil's Parmour
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Xiuris (Kris/Xiumin)
Rating:PG (This chapter)
Summary:My name is Kim Minseok, I go by Xiumin. I am bound by contract to be Kris Wu Fan's lover. I hate him. He is mean and evil. He is insane and rich. He holds all power over me, and I hold his sexual appetite in my hands. He is the devil, and I am his lover.
Will you ever leave me?
No, if you don't leave me.
I'll never leave you.
My eyes snapped open, my breath getting
caught in my throat.
I was awake before my alarm went off,
having a second to calm my thrumming heart. I let out a short sigh as
the hotel clock buzzed loudly and obnoxiously.
It was time to wake up, face another
day. I reached out and turned it off before quickly rising and
automatically getting in the shower. I didn't dilly-dally or groan
that I was tired. I didn't have time to think I was tired, I didn't
have time to think about quitting. I had a deadline I needed to meet
today. I had been working on this project for over a year now and I
was not going to let one more second tick by. I emerged from the
shower with my towel wrapped around my waist snugly I stepped out of
the hot bathroom and dialed a number on my phone.
“Hello.” the gentle voice answered.
“You're actually awake” I laughed
lightly while picking out clothes for the day. My cousin Chen laughed
back and assured me it was a big day after all. We confirmed which
shop he would be at and the estimated time I would text him before
hanging up.
I opted for tight black jeans and a
black checkered collared shirt. I didn't want to look overly
polished, and I wanted to be comfortable.
My shoes and belt matched in a black
blue. The sunglasses I chose suggested I wasn't interested...that I
was too rich to be interested. My cologne was expensive and hard to
obtain, luckily my sticky fingers made it not so hard to obtain.
Finishing touches were needed before my hair was touched up the way I
liked it. I messaged Chen that I was on my way to the location and to
be online and ready.
When I sat in my car, I took the second
I had denied myself when waking up. I needed to stay calm,
collective, assertive. I told myself this was just like any other
job.
I had stolen from thousands of filthy
rich men. This job was no different. The biggest sum I had ever
encountered, but it was the basic procedure nonetheless. I could do
this.
There was nothing stopping me.
The drive to the bank was long, with my
hotel purposefully far away. When I finally arrived, I walked in with
confidence, making sure my sunglasses were in place to hide my
flickering eyes. The bank was quiet, like any other bank. But it was
different because it was polished in a way that smelled of wealth. I
could see my face in the clean floors, smell the money aroma in the
air. After all it was The Bank of China, the top bank in the country.
I tried to play up my part of snobby rich person; I didn't wait in
line. I just kept on strolling up to the a teller and informed her
that I needed to talk to someone immediately. She was going to deny
me, I could see her eyes rolling and the smug smile forming, but I
cut off her bitchy sentence about me waiting in line,
“I'm Kris Wu Fan's assistant.” I
smiled with fake patience. Her eyes bulged in panic, her reaction was
smart as she calling over a personal banker to guide me further.
The personal banker was fat to say the
least, his nose too big for his face, and his ego looked to be to big
for face as well. He took me over to his desk and inquired about my
visit.
“Mr. Wu Fan asked me to transfer some
money over for him.” I kept my tone polite, for now. He arched a
brow and I already knew what he was wondering. Mr. Wu Fan always made
appointments, came in personally. Because Mr. Wu Fan was a superior
class client. Reading people came naturally to me, especially when it
came to lying.
Mr. Kris Wu Fan, president and new CEO
of Wu Fan Corporation. A multiple investor in diamonds, oil, gold,
silver, land, and shares in multiple high-paying corporations. One of
the most respected and clean business men in the world, and he had a
whole lot of money to show for it.
I'd been following him around for over
a year. He was too risky to get close to personally, I had to watch
him from afar. I'd snuck in to his building multiple times to plant
bugs in the phones and in his office. I had my cousin Chen's help as
he hacked in to the Wu Fan building's computer system at least once a
day to gather information quickly.
We didn't want to hack the money
electronically, no we'd be traced too easily.
So we'd set up several accounts at
other banks. We were doing this clean out in a four steps.
And the first step was to move the
money around innocently, this way Mr. Wu Fan's accounts were up and
in the open long enough for Chen to connect from a separate computer
and intercept the move.
Kris Wu Fan's money was separated in to
three prime accounts, and two smaller ones for safe keeping. His
three prime accounts were under the names of: Bao Zi, Wu Fan, and
173. The smaller ones were simply called Revenue A and Revenue B. We
were only aiming for his personal capital and not the whole
company's. We figured he would need to get back on feet some way.
“I need to do an emergency transfer
from the three prime accounts in to the smaller sub-accounts.
Immediately.” I ignored they way the bankers eyes grew in shock.
Once again, I knew what he was thinking, Mr. Wu Fan would never let
an assistant handle such a transaction. It was completely impossible.
All that money? I predicted what was coming next, and interrupted
before he got to start his sentence.
“You can go ahead and call Mr. Wu Fan
if you'd like. Do you want to use my phone or yours?” upping my
brow with innocence as I held the sleek device out to him. Of course
he chose to call on his phone on the desk. I flashed a pleasant smile
and acted like I was bored with my phone, but messaging Chen that it
was happening now. My message was sent before his stubby fingers
could pick up his phone to dial. I tried not to let my jaw tense as
he started talking in to the phone, a very polite dialect of Chinese
flowing from his lips.
“Yes, hello. Mr. Wu Fan sir, I'm
sorry if I am disturbing you-“ there was a faint voice coming out
of the receiver.
“Ah yes he is sitting with me
now...yes he asked to...oh....oh my apologies sir I know you're busy,
I just wanted to-yes sir. Of course sir. Right away sir. Goodbye.”
I tried to look as patient as possible and not laugh at his flushed
face. Chen had probably given him a mouth full of Chinese cursing
after pointing the call in the direction of his own phone.
“So, Mr...?” the sweat on his brow
was my cue to get my little show on the road. I changed my demeanor,
letting my face form in to a scowl while using a sharper and more
authoritative tone.
“Mr. Kim.” my voice was low and
cold. The banker licked his lips out of nervousness.
“Yes, Mr. Kim. How would you like to
make this transfer?” he couldn't even make eye contact with me
anymore the poor fool.
“Transfer everything in the Wu Fan
account into account Revenue B. Split account Bao Zi in half between
both Revenue accounts, and finally put everything in account 173 in
to account Revenue A. Did I make myself clear enough?” attitude
never hurt anyone right? It made them nervous, and splutter replies
back, and make the disgusting sweat on the bridge of their nose
increase, but never killed.
“Y-yes Mr. Kim. I just need the pin
number...” he still couldn't meet my eyes. I quickly scrolled
through my phone, making sure I typed it in to the keyboard
correctly. My heart jumped and skipped one beat as I typed it in.
2690.
I was born the 26th of
March, in 1990.
I pressed enter, and of course it was
accepted. I upped a brow at the banker, silently asking if I needed
to do anything else. He quickly typed away, doing whatever he was
doing, and finally smiled at me sheepishly. Muttering that everything
was in place, and could he help me with anything else?
“That's it. Thanks.” I breathed out
like I was bored and jumped up from the seat and left the bank with
out looking back. The second I was outside I called Chen.
“You see it?” I asked in my native
tongue the second the line picked up. I could picture Chen now,
sitting at a quiet coffee shop, looking at exactly what the banker
was looking at back on his desktop.
“Yeah its on my screen. The guy is
still finalizing crap, entering numbers here and there. So the
transfer from the Revenue accounts to our middle bank should be done
in about...uuuh ten seconds?” my cousin sounded pleased. And he
should be.
“Good. Don't forget to trash the
laptop and the phone when you're done.” I reminded and made my way
down to my car.
“Of course, same goes for you.” he
said and we both hung up. I got in my car, heading out to the smaller
bank downtown. It was an independent bank, smaller with few clients.
I had made an account there one week ago. It was much easier with
this bank, they weren't as formal. I easily sat down with an overly
helpful banker who transferred all of my money in to my separate
account at another bank. She said she was sad to see me leave their
bank so soon, and hoped I had a joyful experience at my new bank. I
smiled warmly and left, glad that she hadn't questioned the sudden
increase in my account. By the time I pulled up to the final bank,
Chen was sitting outside with a book in hand. He looked up and
smiled, I smiled back.
“Its a little too easy, don't you
think?” he laughed.
“Maybe, but I really don't care. Its
not like we're going to get caught.” I scoffed. We both headed in
to the final bank together. Chen put on quite the show of being
excited about his scholarship to go study in the states. Of course as
'brothers' we both had gotten the scholarship and needed to pull out
all of our savings to take with us.
And of course we had opened this
account up over a year ago. Steadily putting in small amounts of cash
to normalize it. Until about an hour ago. It made no difference to
the teller who looked like she needed to a break from work. She
pulled out all of our money, splitting it evenly between us and
printing out the checks we'd asked for. We thanked her for the large
yellow envelopes she had provided us with and left quickly.
“You got rid of the laptop?” I
asked, buckling my seat belt and starting my car.
“Yeah, took it apart and spread it
around the city randomly while I waited for you. The cellphone is
with some homeless guy I met near a bus stop, the SIM card in some
trash can. Yours?” Chen pulled out his personal phone now, swiping
at it here and there.
“I took out the SIM card and battery
and threw it in to some baby's stroller. The SIM card fell in to a
gutter while I was at stoplight, battery too.” I shrugged. Chen
nodded, and then smirked.
“I guess those Chinese lessons when
we were kids were useful huh?” I laughed at my cousin's cockiness.
Chen only smiled and stuffed his envelope in to the glove
compartment.
“Another con, another way of getting
money.” Chen sighed and relaxed.
“Whether you work with family or
alone,” I started with a sly smile on my lips. And of course Chen
couldn't help but finish the phrase, “our blood runs green”
We synchronized on the last part,”from
carving that money from the wealthy man's tree.”
Whether you work with
family, or alone our blood runs green from carving that money from
the wealthy man's tree. And don't you forget we only work with and
for the family.
Don't you forget that.
My family motto has been taught to me
all my life, repeated to me over and over again since I was a small
child. Because I'm apart of a crime family.
My name is Kim Minseok, but I go by
Xiumin.
I'm apart of the notorious Kim family,
we're a family of criminals and very proud of it. We've been one
since my great great grandfather started hustling people out of their
livestock and crops. We do a variety of things; conning, stealing,
dealing, buying stolen property and selling. I perform many different
heists, both electronically and in person. Sometimes I help other
family members with larceny. I've done extortion a couple of times,
but over all I plan, execute, and get away with theft on a daily
basis. I specialize in filthy rich businessmen who have a taste for
young boys like me.
I'm 22, young for being so good at
cleaning out millionaire's bank accounts. But my father had been
teaching me since I was seven how to charm, how to lie, how to spy.
He taught me how to sneak in and out of people's lives, to not get
attached, to be a ghost that comes and goes. Only collecting needed
information and using it for my own benefit.
I guess you could say I'm cute. I've
heard it all my life both from my family and from the men I seduce
and steal from. But then again my family is a pool of fantastic
genes. I got my cheeks from my father and I am eternally grateful for
them. They've made hundreds of filthy men fall in submission with a
shy puff of them. My slanted eyes are my mother's. Another gift I
thank her for. When I dress them up correctly I can get many hearts
to beat a little faster. My body is in good shape, that I can thank
the amazing gene pool I mentioned earlier. Not many in my family are
unfit. The males naturally get firm shoulders and seductive pelvises.
The females have the hourglass shapes that are amazing on their own
and long beautiful hair to go with it. Most of us need them you see,
because think about it; cute boys like me would never sneak in to
your office in the middle of the night after drugging you, steal all
your bank information, hack in to your account to transfer all your
funds in to my own, and then disappear the next morning. No of course
not. Cute boys like me give good head, we make sexy moans escape our
lush lips when you touch us, and we are the best kept secrets your
wives will never know about.
That is, until all your money is gone
and she wants to know why.
I don't have any tattoos or piercings.
I never bothered with them since I try to stay under the governments
radar every second of my life. My hair is black, I don't dye it
because I've never had to. The police always claim they finally have
a picture of me, but then I see what they've got. And of course its
not me. Like not even close.
I have a thing for silver, or gray. I
actually like to wear gray tight jeans when I'm not working, and
silver slacks when I'm trying to impress men who are a little too
drunk.
I dropped out of college to study at
home and continue with the family business.
When I was 17, the day before I had
turned 18, my father gave me a choice to leave the Kim family. It was
a choice each and every one of us was given. Right before we turn 18,
right before we are deemed adults, our parents offer us freedom from
the world of crime and money. They offer to take us off of the family
register, keep in contact frequently, and help us out financially if
we ever need it. But we will have no involvement in their crimes and
our records will be scotch free. And of course once you're out you
can never get back in; and once you're in you can never get out.
I had that choice, and a life I
could've chosen.
I actually did. I chose to not be apart
of the Kim family. I chose to leave, because I thought I could be
with someone who would be my provider and protector. I thought I had
a life with someone who I thought would never leave me. I was wrong.
And I realized then that my family was the only thing I could rely
on. And I had made the biggest mistake of my life.
To this day I am the only one in the
Kim family to have been taken back after leaving.
I'll never forget the way I had ran to
my father blubbering and apologizing for leaving and that I would
never do it again.
And I'll never forget the way he
pleaded my grandfather for permission, put his life on the line. He
had agreed, with the condition that I drop out of college to have the
upbringing he had gotten from his father. To stay home and study with
my father and my uncles and aunts. I was going to be given the golden
opportunity to become the best. So I did, I dropped out and broke off
my connections with the outside world. I worked my hardest to redeem
myself as a Kim, and earn my place in the family, learning every
trade they had to offer.
My uncle was the tech master, and I
learned every hacking skill from him. Chen knew how to hack in to my
computer from his tiny cellphone by the age of ten, and he only
improved after that. We grew up close together, teaching each other
things that our own fathers lacked. In time I was able to do almost
anything with my father's skills and my uncle's skills combined.
With smaller thefts, I worked alone.
Marjority of the time all it took was one drink with these men,
they'd give me their number, and that was all I needed to clean their
banks out. I had my own skills of going in to my targets life though
when I wanted to, collecting information about accounts and anything
else I needed. I had enough computer skills to hack in to my target's
home computer, steal their account number, names, what the accounts
were for, PIN numbers, and get a hold of any other accounts they were
responsible for that I could clean out while I was at it. The only
moral rule I had was to not mess with money having to do with
children. Once in awhile I found that one of my target's accounts was
for a child's life savings, college savings, or child support. I
didn't touch those things, everything else was a free for all.
In a family of criminals there's
usually a certain order to things, and we all have important ways to
help one another out. Yes, I usually worked alone for the theft part.
But, if I wanted to make a little more money for the family, I would
use part of the money to buy black market goods and then get my older
cousin Jonghyun to fix them up nicely.
Kim Jonghyun is one of my many male
cousins. His father was a dirty mechanic, and so is he. He can make
anything look shiny and new, copy brand names onto merchandise. He
could even make it work for awhile...but only for awhile. And then of
course it was left to my other pretty cousin Taeyeon to sell it at a
price ten times worth its value.
Kim Taeyeon is my favorite female
cousin. She's good at showing a pretty smile and some leg, and
getting millions out of it. And she's good at disappearing when the
time came around that the object malfunctioned and people wanted
their money back. We would split it evenly, and usually repeat the
process over again in a matter of two weeks.
But for big projects like this, I
turned to the man who might as well have been my brother. Chen, or
Kim Jongdae, and I are closest in age when it comes to my other
cousins, and we have plenty of them. We had grown up together, beat
up kids together, taken beatings together when we'd gotten caught.
Besides my sister Kim Hyoyeon, he was the person I trusted the most.
So I've been doing this sort of thing
(emptying bank accounts) since I was about 12. I started out helping
my father do it, and by the time I had turned 15 I was doing it on my
own. By 19 I was a pro.
What I was doing now would be my last
job for awhile, the cops were following my trail rather closely like
they always did. I knew I needed to take a break for awhile until
their suspicion died down. I was currently in China, where my
target's home bank was, so I needed to safely get back to Korea
eventually. But that meant flying, and I knew that wasn't going to
happen with how close the police were following me. If anything, I
needed to take a train down to the shores of China, catch a boat over
to my homeland and rest in one of the family hotels we collected
from.
I dropped Chen off at the hotel he was
staying at, he had some gambling he needed to take care of. I bid him
goodbye and to give me a call later when he was done so I knew he was
safe. He smiled widely like usual and told me not to worry, to keep
my pretty self safe.
As I was driving back to my own hotel I
got a call from one of my many cousins.
“Yes I'm still China, yes I will help
you.” I answered.
“How did you know?” Kai asked, I
pictured him with his dumb face completely surprised.
“You're father told me to keep a look
out for you while I was here. What do you need?” I pulled over so
that I could calmly listen to his offer. After he explained to me, I
made a U-turn and quickly sped off toward Hong Kong.
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Warning: this will be updated VERY slowly. okay done.
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Xiuris (Kris/Xiumin)
Rating:PG (This chapter)
Summary:My name is Kim Minseok, I go by Xiumin. I am bound by contract to be Kris Wu Fan's lover. I hate him. He is mean and evil. He is insane and rich. He holds all power over me, and I hold his sexual appetite in my hands. He is the devil, and I am his lover.
Will you ever leave me?
No, if you don't leave me.
I'll never leave you.
My eyes snapped open, my breath getting
caught in my throat.
I was awake before my alarm went off,
having a second to calm my thrumming heart. I let out a short sigh as
the hotel clock buzzed loudly and obnoxiously.
It was time to wake up, face another
day. I reached out and turned it off before quickly rising and
automatically getting in the shower. I didn't dilly-dally or groan
that I was tired. I didn't have time to think I was tired, I didn't
have time to think about quitting. I had a deadline I needed to meet
today. I had been working on this project for over a year now and I
was not going to let one more second tick by. I emerged from the
shower with my towel wrapped around my waist snugly I stepped out of
the hot bathroom and dialed a number on my phone.
“Hello.” the gentle voice answered.
“You're actually awake” I laughed
lightly while picking out clothes for the day. My cousin Chen laughed
back and assured me it was a big day after all. We confirmed which
shop he would be at and the estimated time I would text him before
hanging up.
I opted for tight black jeans and a
black checkered collared shirt. I didn't want to look overly
polished, and I wanted to be comfortable.
My shoes and belt matched in a black
blue. The sunglasses I chose suggested I wasn't interested...that I
was too rich to be interested. My cologne was expensive and hard to
obtain, luckily my sticky fingers made it not so hard to obtain.
Finishing touches were needed before my hair was touched up the way I
liked it. I messaged Chen that I was on my way to the location and to
be online and ready.
When I sat in my car, I took the second
I had denied myself when waking up. I needed to stay calm,
collective, assertive. I told myself this was just like any other
job.
I had stolen from thousands of filthy
rich men. This job was no different. The biggest sum I had ever
encountered, but it was the basic procedure nonetheless. I could do
this.
There was nothing stopping me.
The drive to the bank was long, with my
hotel purposefully far away. When I finally arrived, I walked in with
confidence, making sure my sunglasses were in place to hide my
flickering eyes. The bank was quiet, like any other bank. But it was
different because it was polished in a way that smelled of wealth. I
could see my face in the clean floors, smell the money aroma in the
air. After all it was The Bank of China, the top bank in the country.
I tried to play up my part of snobby rich person; I didn't wait in
line. I just kept on strolling up to the a teller and informed her
that I needed to talk to someone immediately. She was going to deny
me, I could see her eyes rolling and the smug smile forming, but I
cut off her bitchy sentence about me waiting in line,
“I'm Kris Wu Fan's assistant.” I
smiled with fake patience. Her eyes bulged in panic, her reaction was
smart as she calling over a personal banker to guide me further.
The personal banker was fat to say the
least, his nose too big for his face, and his ego looked to be to big
for face as well. He took me over to his desk and inquired about my
visit.
“Mr. Wu Fan asked me to transfer some
money over for him.” I kept my tone polite, for now. He arched a
brow and I already knew what he was wondering. Mr. Wu Fan always made
appointments, came in personally. Because Mr. Wu Fan was a superior
class client. Reading people came naturally to me, especially when it
came to lying.
Mr. Kris Wu Fan, president and new CEO
of Wu Fan Corporation. A multiple investor in diamonds, oil, gold,
silver, land, and shares in multiple high-paying corporations. One of
the most respected and clean business men in the world, and he had a
whole lot of money to show for it.
I'd been following him around for over
a year. He was too risky to get close to personally, I had to watch
him from afar. I'd snuck in to his building multiple times to plant
bugs in the phones and in his office. I had my cousin Chen's help as
he hacked in to the Wu Fan building's computer system at least once a
day to gather information quickly.
We didn't want to hack the money
electronically, no we'd be traced too easily.
So we'd set up several accounts at
other banks. We were doing this clean out in a four steps.
And the first step was to move the
money around innocently, this way Mr. Wu Fan's accounts were up and
in the open long enough for Chen to connect from a separate computer
and intercept the move.
Kris Wu Fan's money was separated in to
three prime accounts, and two smaller ones for safe keeping. His
three prime accounts were under the names of: Bao Zi, Wu Fan, and
173. The smaller ones were simply called Revenue A and Revenue B. We
were only aiming for his personal capital and not the whole
company's. We figured he would need to get back on feet some way.
“I need to do an emergency transfer
from the three prime accounts in to the smaller sub-accounts.
Immediately.” I ignored they way the bankers eyes grew in shock.
Once again, I knew what he was thinking, Mr. Wu Fan would never let
an assistant handle such a transaction. It was completely impossible.
All that money? I predicted what was coming next, and interrupted
before he got to start his sentence.
“You can go ahead and call Mr. Wu Fan
if you'd like. Do you want to use my phone or yours?” upping my
brow with innocence as I held the sleek device out to him. Of course
he chose to call on his phone on the desk. I flashed a pleasant smile
and acted like I was bored with my phone, but messaging Chen that it
was happening now. My message was sent before his stubby fingers
could pick up his phone to dial. I tried not to let my jaw tense as
he started talking in to the phone, a very polite dialect of Chinese
flowing from his lips.
“Yes, hello. Mr. Wu Fan sir, I'm
sorry if I am disturbing you-“ there was a faint voice coming out
of the receiver.
“Ah yes he is sitting with me
now...yes he asked to...oh....oh my apologies sir I know you're busy,
I just wanted to-yes sir. Of course sir. Right away sir. Goodbye.”
I tried to look as patient as possible and not laugh at his flushed
face. Chen had probably given him a mouth full of Chinese cursing
after pointing the call in the direction of his own phone.
“So, Mr...?” the sweat on his brow
was my cue to get my little show on the road. I changed my demeanor,
letting my face form in to a scowl while using a sharper and more
authoritative tone.
“Mr. Kim.” my voice was low and
cold. The banker licked his lips out of nervousness.
“Yes, Mr. Kim. How would you like to
make this transfer?” he couldn't even make eye contact with me
anymore the poor fool.
“Transfer everything in the Wu Fan
account into account Revenue B. Split account Bao Zi in half between
both Revenue accounts, and finally put everything in account 173 in
to account Revenue A. Did I make myself clear enough?” attitude
never hurt anyone right? It made them nervous, and splutter replies
back, and make the disgusting sweat on the bridge of their nose
increase, but never killed.
“Y-yes Mr. Kim. I just need the pin
number...” he still couldn't meet my eyes. I quickly scrolled
through my phone, making sure I typed it in to the keyboard
correctly. My heart jumped and skipped one beat as I typed it in.
2690.
I was born the 26th of
March, in 1990.
I pressed enter, and of course it was
accepted. I upped a brow at the banker, silently asking if I needed
to do anything else. He quickly typed away, doing whatever he was
doing, and finally smiled at me sheepishly. Muttering that everything
was in place, and could he help me with anything else?
“That's it. Thanks.” I breathed out
like I was bored and jumped up from the seat and left the bank with
out looking back. The second I was outside I called Chen.
“You see it?” I asked in my native
tongue the second the line picked up. I could picture Chen now,
sitting at a quiet coffee shop, looking at exactly what the banker
was looking at back on his desktop.
“Yeah its on my screen. The guy is
still finalizing crap, entering numbers here and there. So the
transfer from the Revenue accounts to our middle bank should be done
in about...uuuh ten seconds?” my cousin sounded pleased. And he
should be.
“Good. Don't forget to trash the
laptop and the phone when you're done.” I reminded and made my way
down to my car.
“Of course, same goes for you.” he
said and we both hung up. I got in my car, heading out to the smaller
bank downtown. It was an independent bank, smaller with few clients.
I had made an account there one week ago. It was much easier with
this bank, they weren't as formal. I easily sat down with an overly
helpful banker who transferred all of my money in to my separate
account at another bank. She said she was sad to see me leave their
bank so soon, and hoped I had a joyful experience at my new bank. I
smiled warmly and left, glad that she hadn't questioned the sudden
increase in my account. By the time I pulled up to the final bank,
Chen was sitting outside with a book in hand. He looked up and
smiled, I smiled back.
“Its a little too easy, don't you
think?” he laughed.
“Maybe, but I really don't care. Its
not like we're going to get caught.” I scoffed. We both headed in
to the final bank together. Chen put on quite the show of being
excited about his scholarship to go study in the states. Of course as
'brothers' we both had gotten the scholarship and needed to pull out
all of our savings to take with us.
And of course we had opened this
account up over a year ago. Steadily putting in small amounts of cash
to normalize it. Until about an hour ago. It made no difference to
the teller who looked like she needed to a break from work. She
pulled out all of our money, splitting it evenly between us and
printing out the checks we'd asked for. We thanked her for the large
yellow envelopes she had provided us with and left quickly.
“You got rid of the laptop?” I
asked, buckling my seat belt and starting my car.
“Yeah, took it apart and spread it
around the city randomly while I waited for you. The cellphone is
with some homeless guy I met near a bus stop, the SIM card in some
trash can. Yours?” Chen pulled out his personal phone now, swiping
at it here and there.
“I took out the SIM card and battery
and threw it in to some baby's stroller. The SIM card fell in to a
gutter while I was at stoplight, battery too.” I shrugged. Chen
nodded, and then smirked.
“I guess those Chinese lessons when
we were kids were useful huh?” I laughed at my cousin's cockiness.
Chen only smiled and stuffed his envelope in to the glove
compartment.
“Another con, another way of getting
money.” Chen sighed and relaxed.
“Whether you work with family or
alone,” I started with a sly smile on my lips. And of course Chen
couldn't help but finish the phrase, “our blood runs green”
We synchronized on the last part,”from
carving that money from the wealthy man's tree.”
Whether you work with
family, or alone our blood runs green from carving that money from
the wealthy man's tree. And don't you forget we only work with and
for the family.
Don't you forget that.
My family motto has been taught to me
all my life, repeated to me over and over again since I was a small
child. Because I'm apart of a crime family.
My name is Kim Minseok, but I go by
Xiumin.
I'm apart of the notorious Kim family,
we're a family of criminals and very proud of it. We've been one
since my great great grandfather started hustling people out of their
livestock and crops. We do a variety of things; conning, stealing,
dealing, buying stolen property and selling. I perform many different
heists, both electronically and in person. Sometimes I help other
family members with larceny. I've done extortion a couple of times,
but over all I plan, execute, and get away with theft on a daily
basis. I specialize in filthy rich businessmen who have a taste for
young boys like me.
I'm 22, young for being so good at
cleaning out millionaire's bank accounts. But my father had been
teaching me since I was seven how to charm, how to lie, how to spy.
He taught me how to sneak in and out of people's lives, to not get
attached, to be a ghost that comes and goes. Only collecting needed
information and using it for my own benefit.
I guess you could say I'm cute. I've
heard it all my life both from my family and from the men I seduce
and steal from. But then again my family is a pool of fantastic
genes. I got my cheeks from my father and I am eternally grateful for
them. They've made hundreds of filthy men fall in submission with a
shy puff of them. My slanted eyes are my mother's. Another gift I
thank her for. When I dress them up correctly I can get many hearts
to beat a little faster. My body is in good shape, that I can thank
the amazing gene pool I mentioned earlier. Not many in my family are
unfit. The males naturally get firm shoulders and seductive pelvises.
The females have the hourglass shapes that are amazing on their own
and long beautiful hair to go with it. Most of us need them you see,
because think about it; cute boys like me would never sneak in to
your office in the middle of the night after drugging you, steal all
your bank information, hack in to your account to transfer all your
funds in to my own, and then disappear the next morning. No of course
not. Cute boys like me give good head, we make sexy moans escape our
lush lips when you touch us, and we are the best kept secrets your
wives will never know about.
That is, until all your money is gone
and she wants to know why.
I don't have any tattoos or piercings.
I never bothered with them since I try to stay under the governments
radar every second of my life. My hair is black, I don't dye it
because I've never had to. The police always claim they finally have
a picture of me, but then I see what they've got. And of course its
not me. Like not even close.
I have a thing for silver, or gray. I
actually like to wear gray tight jeans when I'm not working, and
silver slacks when I'm trying to impress men who are a little too
drunk.
I dropped out of college to study at
home and continue with the family business.
When I was 17, the day before I had
turned 18, my father gave me a choice to leave the Kim family. It was
a choice each and every one of us was given. Right before we turn 18,
right before we are deemed adults, our parents offer us freedom from
the world of crime and money. They offer to take us off of the family
register, keep in contact frequently, and help us out financially if
we ever need it. But we will have no involvement in their crimes and
our records will be scotch free. And of course once you're out you
can never get back in; and once you're in you can never get out.
I had that choice, and a life I
could've chosen.
I actually did. I chose to not be apart
of the Kim family. I chose to leave, because I thought I could be
with someone who would be my provider and protector. I thought I had
a life with someone who I thought would never leave me. I was wrong.
And I realized then that my family was the only thing I could rely
on. And I had made the biggest mistake of my life.
To this day I am the only one in the
Kim family to have been taken back after leaving.
I'll never forget the way I had ran to
my father blubbering and apologizing for leaving and that I would
never do it again.
And I'll never forget the way he
pleaded my grandfather for permission, put his life on the line. He
had agreed, with the condition that I drop out of college to have the
upbringing he had gotten from his father. To stay home and study with
my father and my uncles and aunts. I was going to be given the golden
opportunity to become the best. So I did, I dropped out and broke off
my connections with the outside world. I worked my hardest to redeem
myself as a Kim, and earn my place in the family, learning every
trade they had to offer.
My uncle was the tech master, and I
learned every hacking skill from him. Chen knew how to hack in to my
computer from his tiny cellphone by the age of ten, and he only
improved after that. We grew up close together, teaching each other
things that our own fathers lacked. In time I was able to do almost
anything with my father's skills and my uncle's skills combined.
With smaller thefts, I worked alone.
Marjority of the time all it took was one drink with these men,
they'd give me their number, and that was all I needed to clean their
banks out. I had my own skills of going in to my targets life though
when I wanted to, collecting information about accounts and anything
else I needed. I had enough computer skills to hack in to my target's
home computer, steal their account number, names, what the accounts
were for, PIN numbers, and get a hold of any other accounts they were
responsible for that I could clean out while I was at it. The only
moral rule I had was to not mess with money having to do with
children. Once in awhile I found that one of my target's accounts was
for a child's life savings, college savings, or child support. I
didn't touch those things, everything else was a free for all.
In a family of criminals there's
usually a certain order to things, and we all have important ways to
help one another out. Yes, I usually worked alone for the theft part.
But, if I wanted to make a little more money for the family, I would
use part of the money to buy black market goods and then get my older
cousin Jonghyun to fix them up nicely.
Kim Jonghyun is one of my many male
cousins. His father was a dirty mechanic, and so is he. He can make
anything look shiny and new, copy brand names onto merchandise. He
could even make it work for awhile...but only for awhile. And then of
course it was left to my other pretty cousin Taeyeon to sell it at a
price ten times worth its value.
Kim Taeyeon is my favorite female
cousin. She's good at showing a pretty smile and some leg, and
getting millions out of it. And she's good at disappearing when the
time came around that the object malfunctioned and people wanted
their money back. We would split it evenly, and usually repeat the
process over again in a matter of two weeks.
But for big projects like this, I
turned to the man who might as well have been my brother. Chen, or
Kim Jongdae, and I are closest in age when it comes to my other
cousins, and we have plenty of them. We had grown up together, beat
up kids together, taken beatings together when we'd gotten caught.
Besides my sister Kim Hyoyeon, he was the person I trusted the most.
So I've been doing this sort of thing
(emptying bank accounts) since I was about 12. I started out helping
my father do it, and by the time I had turned 15 I was doing it on my
own. By 19 I was a pro.
What I was doing now would be my last
job for awhile, the cops were following my trail rather closely like
they always did. I knew I needed to take a break for awhile until
their suspicion died down. I was currently in China, where my
target's home bank was, so I needed to safely get back to Korea
eventually. But that meant flying, and I knew that wasn't going to
happen with how close the police were following me. If anything, I
needed to take a train down to the shores of China, catch a boat over
to my homeland and rest in one of the family hotels we collected
from.
I dropped Chen off at the hotel he was
staying at, he had some gambling he needed to take care of. I bid him
goodbye and to give me a call later when he was done so I knew he was
safe. He smiled widely like usual and told me not to worry, to keep
my pretty self safe.
As I was driving back to my own hotel I
got a call from one of my many cousins.
“Yes I'm still China, yes I will help
you.” I answered.
“How did you know?” Kai asked, I
pictured him with his dumb face completely surprised.
“You're father told me to keep a look
out for you while I was here. What do you need?” I pulled over so
that I could calmly listen to his offer. After he explained to me, I
made a U-turn and quickly sped off toward Hong Kong.
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