Sungmin/Kibum AU fic
title: a man that lives
theme: 022. diamonds; 001/100; archive
Sungmin/Kibum
drama...sort of.
i did it for the lolz?
Since the day Kim Kibum had become a detective he had been chasing after the most notorious thief in recent history. Sungmin -- his most commonly used name, though he had as many names as he had successful heists -- had eluded capture for so long that he was practically a legend the world over. Sometimes Kibum thought that Sungmin was more myth than actual man. If it weren't for all of the diamonds, near-priceless paintings, and the many other extremely valuable things that were stolen, he'd have been sure Sungmin wasn't real.
Added to that, the reports of Sungmin's identity varied between middle-aged women, old man, and young boy no older than twenty-five and spanned nearly ninety years. It was obvious that the current Sungmin wasn't the original, but it was also clear that he was just as good, if not better, than his predecessors. Kibum wanted nothing more than to meet this Sungmin and bring him to justice. Some days he thought they were close, so close, to this goal, but then again and again Sungmin would slip through his fingers and elude capture one more time.
The first time Kibum had come face to face with Sungmin -- practically the same age as Kibum himself, he noted -- he hadn't even known who he was looking at until it was too late. The city's art museum was hosting an exhibit showing original paintings from all over the world and even though Kibum knew the art would be almost impossible to sell, even on the black market, and even though they were hardly worth the price of Sungmin's usual targets, he also knew that Sungmin would try to take them anyway. It would be a game for him. Steal because he could. Because everything had a potential buyer.
Kibum had shown up only minutes before closing, just to get a look around the place. Try to see what Sungmin would see. He had only taken brief notice of the other man in the room. He looked like a college student and had quietly greeted Kibum as he walked through the doors into the smaller gallery.
"So you're the one after me," Sungmin said. "You're much cuter up close." Kibum couldn't even turn around before he felt a syringe plunge into his neck. "Don't worry," Sungmin added. "It's just a sedative. I need you out of the way for a little while."
The next day Kibum had woken up in the hospital with his pride shattered around him and his dignity nowhere to be found. After that he became obsessed with Sungmin. He wanted to know everything about Sungmin; the current, the former, the original, and any in between. Kibum read every report and looked through every photo of every crime scene and somewhere along the way his obsession changed. He was fascinated with the crimes that had been committed. He was enthralled and only in the very back of his mind did he think that wasn't right.
When he looked through the old reports he began to focus less on the crime itself and started to see how it was done and how Kibum would have done it better. He thought about how he would have taken out the guards or how he would have disabled the security system or how he would have made sure that no one would notice anything had gone missing until days later. Without realizing it, Kibum started to know exactly what Sungmin would go after next because that's what Kibum would do.
The second time Kibum met Sungmin, he hadn't seen Sungmin's face at all. "You've been studying me," Sungmin whispered against his neck and Kibum could feel Sungmin pressed against his back. The room was dark and the alarm hadn't even sounded. "Do you like what you've found?"
Kibum's heart thudded in his chest and he felt like he could barely breathe. He didn't move, though he knew he should. Sungmin was right there and Kibum had the opportunity to at least try to apprehend him. But he didn't.
"I've been watching you, too," Sungmin continued as his hand moved under Kibum's shirt and he ran his fingertips lightly over Kibum's stomach. "Come with me."
Before Kibum could respond the alarm went off, ringing loudly through vault and Sungmin was gone. The heat from his body soon went away as well, though it was firmly imprinted in Kibum's mind.
He knew that he'd been stupid, that he'd missed his chance, that Sungmin was a criminal and there was no way Kibum could ever be a part of his world. Kibum had been confused by what he knew was right and what his obsession had made him believe was better. There were so many reasons for him to stop looking for Sungmin then. He should have stopped, because he also knew that if he didn't, he might never be able to.
But Kibum couldn't stop wanting to capture Sungmin. He'd been after him for two straight years and he could no longer remember how to do anything else. He could see Sungmin's every move before he even made them and they were getting so much closer to arresting him every time. The police had never been as close as they were now and Kibum could tell it was only a matter of time until he won. Until he got what he had been chasing after.
The third time Kibum found Sungmin, everything went wrong. It was Kibum's day off; his day of mandatory relaxation, and then he'd seen Sungmin just walking next to him looking normal, so normal. Sungmin had smiled at him, taken hold of Kibum's hand, and Kibum had followed.
They ended up in an apartment that was barely furnished and the lights didn't work. The day was warm and the windows were open and Kibum could hear the noise from the streets below filter into the bedroom. "Is this place yours?" he asked.
Sungmin grinned at him and shrugged. "Only sometimes," he responded. He pushed Kibum onto the bed, then helped Kibum tug off his shirt. Sungmin laughed softly as he removed the gun carefully concealed against Kibum's back.
Kibum didn't think about what he was doing as he let Sungmin undress him and then press him into the mattress. He didn't think as he pulled Sungmin closer to him so he could kiss and bite his lips, neck, chest, anywhere he could reach. And he couldn't think at all when Sungmin entered him, when he wrapped his legs around Sungmin's hips, when he arched his back and cried out and called Sungmin's name over and over and over.
When Kibum was trying to catch his breath and he felt cold metal against his wrist, his brain finally caught up with him. "I can't let you leave right now," Sungmin said, tightening the handcuffs and securing them to the headboard. "I have work to do."
theme: 022. diamonds; 001/100; archive
Sungmin/Kibum
drama...sort of.
i did it for the lolz?
Since the day Kim Kibum had become a detective he had been chasing after the most notorious thief in recent history. Sungmin -- his most commonly used name, though he had as many names as he had successful heists -- had eluded capture for so long that he was practically a legend the world over. Sometimes Kibum thought that Sungmin was more myth than actual man. If it weren't for all of the diamonds, near-priceless paintings, and the many other extremely valuable things that were stolen, he'd have been sure Sungmin wasn't real.
Added to that, the reports of Sungmin's identity varied between middle-aged women, old man, and young boy no older than twenty-five and spanned nearly ninety years. It was obvious that the current Sungmin wasn't the original, but it was also clear that he was just as good, if not better, than his predecessors. Kibum wanted nothing more than to meet this Sungmin and bring him to justice. Some days he thought they were close, so close, to this goal, but then again and again Sungmin would slip through his fingers and elude capture one more time.
The first time Kibum had come face to face with Sungmin -- practically the same age as Kibum himself, he noted -- he hadn't even known who he was looking at until it was too late. The city's art museum was hosting an exhibit showing original paintings from all over the world and even though Kibum knew the art would be almost impossible to sell, even on the black market, and even though they were hardly worth the price of Sungmin's usual targets, he also knew that Sungmin would try to take them anyway. It would be a game for him. Steal because he could. Because everything had a potential buyer.
Kibum had shown up only minutes before closing, just to get a look around the place. Try to see what Sungmin would see. He had only taken brief notice of the other man in the room. He looked like a college student and had quietly greeted Kibum as he walked through the doors into the smaller gallery.
"So you're the one after me," Sungmin said. "You're much cuter up close." Kibum couldn't even turn around before he felt a syringe plunge into his neck. "Don't worry," Sungmin added. "It's just a sedative. I need you out of the way for a little while."
The next day Kibum had woken up in the hospital with his pride shattered around him and his dignity nowhere to be found. After that he became obsessed with Sungmin. He wanted to know everything about Sungmin; the current, the former, the original, and any in between. Kibum read every report and looked through every photo of every crime scene and somewhere along the way his obsession changed. He was fascinated with the crimes that had been committed. He was enthralled and only in the very back of his mind did he think that wasn't right.
When he looked through the old reports he began to focus less on the crime itself and started to see how it was done and how Kibum would have done it better. He thought about how he would have taken out the guards or how he would have disabled the security system or how he would have made sure that no one would notice anything had gone missing until days later. Without realizing it, Kibum started to know exactly what Sungmin would go after next because that's what Kibum would do.
The second time Kibum met Sungmin, he hadn't seen Sungmin's face at all. "You've been studying me," Sungmin whispered against his neck and Kibum could feel Sungmin pressed against his back. The room was dark and the alarm hadn't even sounded. "Do you like what you've found?"
Kibum's heart thudded in his chest and he felt like he could barely breathe. He didn't move, though he knew he should. Sungmin was right there and Kibum had the opportunity to at least try to apprehend him. But he didn't.
"I've been watching you, too," Sungmin continued as his hand moved under Kibum's shirt and he ran his fingertips lightly over Kibum's stomach. "Come with me."
Before Kibum could respond the alarm went off, ringing loudly through vault and Sungmin was gone. The heat from his body soon went away as well, though it was firmly imprinted in Kibum's mind.
He knew that he'd been stupid, that he'd missed his chance, that Sungmin was a criminal and there was no way Kibum could ever be a part of his world. Kibum had been confused by what he knew was right and what his obsession had made him believe was better. There were so many reasons for him to stop looking for Sungmin then. He should have stopped, because he also knew that if he didn't, he might never be able to.
But Kibum couldn't stop wanting to capture Sungmin. He'd been after him for two straight years and he could no longer remember how to do anything else. He could see Sungmin's every move before he even made them and they were getting so much closer to arresting him every time. The police had never been as close as they were now and Kibum could tell it was only a matter of time until he won. Until he got what he had been chasing after.
The third time Kibum found Sungmin, everything went wrong. It was Kibum's day off; his day of mandatory relaxation, and then he'd seen Sungmin just walking next to him looking normal, so normal. Sungmin had smiled at him, taken hold of Kibum's hand, and Kibum had followed.
They ended up in an apartment that was barely furnished and the lights didn't work. The day was warm and the windows were open and Kibum could hear the noise from the streets below filter into the bedroom. "Is this place yours?" he asked.
Sungmin grinned at him and shrugged. "Only sometimes," he responded. He pushed Kibum onto the bed, then helped Kibum tug off his shirt. Sungmin laughed softly as he removed the gun carefully concealed against Kibum's back.
Kibum didn't think about what he was doing as he let Sungmin undress him and then press him into the mattress. He didn't think as he pulled Sungmin closer to him so he could kiss and bite his lips, neck, chest, anywhere he could reach. And he couldn't think at all when Sungmin entered him, when he wrapped his legs around Sungmin's hips, when he arched his back and cried out and called Sungmin's name over and over and over.
When Kibum was trying to catch his breath and he felt cold metal against his wrist, his brain finally caught up with him. "I can't let you leave right now," Sungmin said, tightening the handcuffs and securing them to the headboard. "I have work to do."