Thirteen: Interlude (Ocean's Eleven AU)
Title: Interlude (8/? of Thirteen Series)
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): BangHim, ZiKyung, U-Bomb, TaePyo, DaeJae, JongLo
Summary: Thirteen is their lucky number
A/N: this is supposed to answer some of your questions. but i feel like it'll just raise more questions. lol. i'll make sure all of them are answered by the end of the story tho. hopefully ;A: and just to avoid confusion, what's addressed here is the same con that was started here in details. this is just how it ended. and the middle part is kinda irrelevant but we'll find out more of what happened in between the beginning and this part here.
The Crew / The Crew II / Infiltration / Infiltration II / Infiltration III // Reconnaissance // Construction // Interlude // Recon(struction)
He has the pendant and he has the bracelet.
Each of them is in safely locked velvet boxes and each of those velvet boxes is disguised as utterly nondescript cardboard boxes. He’s hidden them both in his backpack and he looks like an utterly nondescript college student, finished with vacation, headed off back to Seoul just in time for the new semester to start. All he needs to do is get out of there-run (walk) as neatly as he can to the train station and he can catch another route to his buyer’s house.
That’s all he needs to do.
So he doesn’t know why he’s frozen here, crouching behind a corner and unable to look away from what he sees happening in the hallway before him.
Yongguk won.
He won.
The little challenge between him, and Dongsun and Himchan-Yongguk won, so he’s set to go with both pendant and bracelet, and he wasn’t planning on lingering and gloating to them because he isn’t mean-spirited about games between thieves but he’d thought that was all this was. It was just supposed to be a game, which means Yongguk is purely and wholly confused as to why Himchan is on his knees in front of Dongsun and why is Dongsun holding a gun-
Why is Dongsun pointing a gun at Himchan’s forehead?
Himchan’s expression is shocked into blankness.
And then Yongguk realizes that Himchan isn’t only on his knees-he’s on his knees, cradling his right arm against his body and his sleeves are stained with red.
“I’ll get you out,” Dongsun whispers, and there’s wrenching anguish twisting his face. He’s not happy about this, at least-from what Yongguk can see at a distance. He’s not doing this because he wants to. Yongguk isn’t any less confused the longer he stares at this scene. “But we can’t both go in, Himchan-ah-we can’t-we’ll never get out if it’s both of us-”
Where Dongsun’s voice is laced with pain and tortured dilemma, Himchan’s voice is void of even the breathlessness that should be there from having a bullet in your arm. “So why me if they found you first?” It sounds like he’s asking Dongsun what time lunch will be.
Dongsun’s teeth dig visibly into his lip, knuckles whitening around the gun handle-arms trembling. Even from where Yongguk lies half in the shadows, he can see too clearly how Dongsun’s entire body is shaking. “I can’t go,” Dongsun pleads (who is he pleading to), “I can’t-Himchan-ah-it can’t be me-you’re stronger-I can’t-I can’t.”
And it’s right then that Yongguk hears it-and doubtlessly, so do Dongsun and Himchan.
Police sirens outside the hotel.
If Yongguk wants to leave, he needs to leave right now. There’s a ride waiting for him downstairs that he’s made sure will pass police investigation and he knows how to hide the boxes in the back trunk’s compartment but he has to be able to get down there before the police start coming up. The distance between him and the elevator around the corner is very literally only ten steps away. He could pass by Dongsun and Himchan completely undetected. He could be safe. He could add another load to his account and have another perfect con under his belt in a matter of hours.
He still can’t move.
Himchan’s face isn’t expressionless anymore.
His lips pull into something that could be a smile. His eyes are too bright. “Okay,” and his voice is soft. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry,” Dongsun says. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you.” Yongguk wonders if it’s just his own opinion or if it sounds like Dongsun is trying to convince himself more than Himchan. Yongguk wonders about irony and hypocrisy and how Himchan had told Yongguk over and over again every single time Yongguk had asked during the course of their con race whether Dongsun is really trustworthy (whether love between partners is possible and sensible).
Himchan doesn’t say anything.
“I’ll get you out as fast as I can.” Dongsun goes down onto one knee, leveling his face with Himchan’s and leaning in to press his lips against the other thief’s mouth. “I’ll come back, I promise.” The gun drops out of his hand and he cups Himchan’s face with his fingers. “I’ll get you out and then we’ll never have to run again-we’ll be safe-we’ll be fucking rich and we’ll be safe. We’ll never have to-”
“Hyung, go,” Himchan whispers-and yet, Yongguk can still hear a little too clearly the desperation. He can hear still from the distance he’s at. “They’re coming-go.”
Dongsun goes-picks up the gun, stands up and runs to the elevator at the other end of the hall.
Yongguk doesn’t think he’ll ever know why he doesn’t just go-why he couldn’t look away, why he couldn’t move. Through the entire course of the con, he knows he had a little crush-a little lust-a little thing-for Himchan, but from what he’s heard since then from Hyosung, most all thieves who meet Kim Himchan feel a spark of something for him because it’s impossible and inhuman not to. Yongguk doesn’t even know him. He’s mildly in lust with him, but that hardly means anything. Yongguk has been in lust with Hyosung’s partner.
So reasons-nothing. He has nothing in the way of reasons.
But he moves now.
He moves, not a single step closer to the elevator, but takes the twenty steps it takes to get to where Himchan is kneeling, blood now spreading into his shirt. Yongguk hardly registers the look of further shock on Himchan’s face when he sees Yongguk. What needs to be done needs to be done fast and they need to get out of here before the police start reaching the elevators. They’ll undoubtedly have a search warrant and the manager is probably checking everything right now-alerting the staff and placating the guests.
“Please,” Yongguk whispers and grips Himchan’s shoulders. “You never have to trust me again-but trust me now.”
Himchan’s eyes are blown wide and confused. “They have the hotel surrounded. There’s-”
“There is,” Yongguk cuts him off. “Underground through the kitchens-”
“Cliché if I ever heard one-” and nothing should be funny in this situation (they were rivals competing for the same prize just yesterday) but Himchan’s smile is pained and hurt and bitter and amused, and Yongguk doesn’t know what to do but he needs to do something.
Yongguk rips the bottom of his own shirt. “Let me staunch it and then we have to run.”
“Yongguk-shii-”
“If he said he’ll come back for you, then he can come back for you,” Yongguk says firmly. “He’ll find you-but he doesn’t have to find you in prison. I don’t care I just-let me-just let me get you out of here.”
Himchan just smiles again. “Are you sure you’re a thief?” He shakes his head and turns his arm away, blood staining his fingers and skin. “Go, Yongguk-shii. I hate fairytales.”
Yongguk punches him.
He’s still running on autopilot-has no clue what he’s doing-but he punches Himchan straight across the face, blood cornered against a soon-to-be bruise on the other thief’s mouth, a brand new portion of shock in his eyes, and incredulity in his stare. “You’re going to shut the hell up,” Yongguk says, swallowing determinedly, as he grabs (gently) Himchan’s injured arm, “and come with me and stop bleeding and then you can do whatever the fuck you want but you’re not going to be arrested here with a bullet in your arm for something you didn’t even steal.”
His heart is beating a hole into his chest, as his hands deftly work to tie a make-shift, messy tourniquet around Himchan’s arm. When it’s done, he helps the other man to his feet and doesn’t know how to look him in the face but they have to move now so Yongguk doesn’t really have to. He just grabs Himchan’s good wrist and starts pulling him towards the emergency stairs. There’s no more resistance-no more horrible resignation of being arrested-but when they’re halfway to the bottom, Himchan suddenly grabs Yongguk’s sleeve.
It’s eerily silence in the stairwell when the furious pounding of their shoes against the plastic abates.
Yongguk looks at him.
“Why?” Himchan’s eyebrows crease together.
Yongguk lowers his eyes and then glances back to meet the other thief’s gaze again. “I have no idea.”
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): BangHim, ZiKyung, U-Bomb, TaePyo, DaeJae, JongLo
Summary: Thirteen is their lucky number
A/N: this is supposed to answer some of your questions. but i feel like it'll just raise more questions. lol. i'll make sure all of them are answered by the end of the story tho. hopefully ;A: and just to avoid confusion, what's addressed here is the same con that was started here in details. this is just how it ended. and the middle part is kinda irrelevant but we'll find out more of what happened in between the beginning and this part here.
The Crew / The Crew II / Infiltration / Infiltration II / Infiltration III // Reconnaissance // Construction // Interlude // Recon(struction)
He has the pendant and he has the bracelet.
Each of them is in safely locked velvet boxes and each of those velvet boxes is disguised as utterly nondescript cardboard boxes. He’s hidden them both in his backpack and he looks like an utterly nondescript college student, finished with vacation, headed off back to Seoul just in time for the new semester to start. All he needs to do is get out of there-run (walk) as neatly as he can to the train station and he can catch another route to his buyer’s house.
That’s all he needs to do.
So he doesn’t know why he’s frozen here, crouching behind a corner and unable to look away from what he sees happening in the hallway before him.
Yongguk won.
He won.
The little challenge between him, and Dongsun and Himchan-Yongguk won, so he’s set to go with both pendant and bracelet, and he wasn’t planning on lingering and gloating to them because he isn’t mean-spirited about games between thieves but he’d thought that was all this was. It was just supposed to be a game, which means Yongguk is purely and wholly confused as to why Himchan is on his knees in front of Dongsun and why is Dongsun holding a gun-
Why is Dongsun pointing a gun at Himchan’s forehead?
Himchan’s expression is shocked into blankness.
And then Yongguk realizes that Himchan isn’t only on his knees-he’s on his knees, cradling his right arm against his body and his sleeves are stained with red.
“I’ll get you out,” Dongsun whispers, and there’s wrenching anguish twisting his face. He’s not happy about this, at least-from what Yongguk can see at a distance. He’s not doing this because he wants to. Yongguk isn’t any less confused the longer he stares at this scene. “But we can’t both go in, Himchan-ah-we can’t-we’ll never get out if it’s both of us-”
Where Dongsun’s voice is laced with pain and tortured dilemma, Himchan’s voice is void of even the breathlessness that should be there from having a bullet in your arm. “So why me if they found you first?” It sounds like he’s asking Dongsun what time lunch will be.
Dongsun’s teeth dig visibly into his lip, knuckles whitening around the gun handle-arms trembling. Even from where Yongguk lies half in the shadows, he can see too clearly how Dongsun’s entire body is shaking. “I can’t go,” Dongsun pleads (who is he pleading to), “I can’t-Himchan-ah-it can’t be me-you’re stronger-I can’t-I can’t.”
And it’s right then that Yongguk hears it-and doubtlessly, so do Dongsun and Himchan.
Police sirens outside the hotel.
If Yongguk wants to leave, he needs to leave right now. There’s a ride waiting for him downstairs that he’s made sure will pass police investigation and he knows how to hide the boxes in the back trunk’s compartment but he has to be able to get down there before the police start coming up. The distance between him and the elevator around the corner is very literally only ten steps away. He could pass by Dongsun and Himchan completely undetected. He could be safe. He could add another load to his account and have another perfect con under his belt in a matter of hours.
He still can’t move.
Himchan’s face isn’t expressionless anymore.
His lips pull into something that could be a smile. His eyes are too bright. “Okay,” and his voice is soft. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry,” Dongsun says. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you.” Yongguk wonders if it’s just his own opinion or if it sounds like Dongsun is trying to convince himself more than Himchan. Yongguk wonders about irony and hypocrisy and how Himchan had told Yongguk over and over again every single time Yongguk had asked during the course of their con race whether Dongsun is really trustworthy (whether love between partners is possible and sensible).
Himchan doesn’t say anything.
“I’ll get you out as fast as I can.” Dongsun goes down onto one knee, leveling his face with Himchan’s and leaning in to press his lips against the other thief’s mouth. “I’ll come back, I promise.” The gun drops out of his hand and he cups Himchan’s face with his fingers. “I’ll get you out and then we’ll never have to run again-we’ll be safe-we’ll be fucking rich and we’ll be safe. We’ll never have to-”
“Hyung, go,” Himchan whispers-and yet, Yongguk can still hear a little too clearly the desperation. He can hear still from the distance he’s at. “They’re coming-go.”
Dongsun goes-picks up the gun, stands up and runs to the elevator at the other end of the hall.
Yongguk doesn’t think he’ll ever know why he doesn’t just go-why he couldn’t look away, why he couldn’t move. Through the entire course of the con, he knows he had a little crush-a little lust-a little thing-for Himchan, but from what he’s heard since then from Hyosung, most all thieves who meet Kim Himchan feel a spark of something for him because it’s impossible and inhuman not to. Yongguk doesn’t even know him. He’s mildly in lust with him, but that hardly means anything. Yongguk has been in lust with Hyosung’s partner.
So reasons-nothing. He has nothing in the way of reasons.
But he moves now.
He moves, not a single step closer to the elevator, but takes the twenty steps it takes to get to where Himchan is kneeling, blood now spreading into his shirt. Yongguk hardly registers the look of further shock on Himchan’s face when he sees Yongguk. What needs to be done needs to be done fast and they need to get out of here before the police start reaching the elevators. They’ll undoubtedly have a search warrant and the manager is probably checking everything right now-alerting the staff and placating the guests.
“Please,” Yongguk whispers and grips Himchan’s shoulders. “You never have to trust me again-but trust me now.”
Himchan’s eyes are blown wide and confused. “They have the hotel surrounded. There’s-”
“There is,” Yongguk cuts him off. “Underground through the kitchens-”
“Cliché if I ever heard one-” and nothing should be funny in this situation (they were rivals competing for the same prize just yesterday) but Himchan’s smile is pained and hurt and bitter and amused, and Yongguk doesn’t know what to do but he needs to do something.
Yongguk rips the bottom of his own shirt. “Let me staunch it and then we have to run.”
“Yongguk-shii-”
“If he said he’ll come back for you, then he can come back for you,” Yongguk says firmly. “He’ll find you-but he doesn’t have to find you in prison. I don’t care I just-let me-just let me get you out of here.”
Himchan just smiles again. “Are you sure you’re a thief?” He shakes his head and turns his arm away, blood staining his fingers and skin. “Go, Yongguk-shii. I hate fairytales.”
Yongguk punches him.
He’s still running on autopilot-has no clue what he’s doing-but he punches Himchan straight across the face, blood cornered against a soon-to-be bruise on the other thief’s mouth, a brand new portion of shock in his eyes, and incredulity in his stare. “You’re going to shut the hell up,” Yongguk says, swallowing determinedly, as he grabs (gently) Himchan’s injured arm, “and come with me and stop bleeding and then you can do whatever the fuck you want but you’re not going to be arrested here with a bullet in your arm for something you didn’t even steal.”
His heart is beating a hole into his chest, as his hands deftly work to tie a make-shift, messy tourniquet around Himchan’s arm. When it’s done, he helps the other man to his feet and doesn’t know how to look him in the face but they have to move now so Yongguk doesn’t really have to. He just grabs Himchan’s good wrist and starts pulling him towards the emergency stairs. There’s no more resistance-no more horrible resignation of being arrested-but when they’re halfway to the bottom, Himchan suddenly grabs Yongguk’s sleeve.
It’s eerily silence in the stairwell when the furious pounding of their shoes against the plastic abates.
Yongguk looks at him.
“Why?” Himchan’s eyebrows crease together.
Yongguk lowers his eyes and then glances back to meet the other thief’s gaze again. “I have no idea.”