Stolen Hearts Chap1 -Junseung-

Junhyung surveyed his surroundings when he entered the bank. The floors and walls were marble, intricate designs carved into the walls. From the ceiling hung a chandelier, gleaming in the moonlight. The counter where civilians went to exchange money, receive money, or give money, was behind glass. Most likely bulletproof glass.

Doojoon stayed near the door as Junhyung and Dongwoon made their way behind the counter and into the back room. Before them was a giant, heavy-duty vault. Dongwoon made his way towards it with a slight skip in his step. He pressed the code into the vault, unlocking it. Junhyung watched, unamused by the show-off. As the vault unlocked, they both pulled it open with combined strengh. Inside the vault was another vault.

After looking at the blueprints of the building for weeks, they both knew exactly what to expect from the bank. There were no surprises for them, for they engraved every square inch into their minds. Dongwoon walked towards the next vault, punched in the number, and used a fake thumbprint to unlock it. He was able to get a fingerprint of one of the top employees and created a silicone fingerprint with it. It worked as though it was real.

Again, they pulled the vault open, but this time they were greeted with a different sight. Rows of cabinets went down a long hall, and then turned to the right. They both followed the path, going through several turns of left and right, until they found what they were looking for.

It was a small vault, about three feet wide. It required a combination, which Dongwoon provided as he turned the lock to the right numbers. Inside the small vault was piles of money. $100,000,000 to be exact. They both stared, Dongwoon in wonder and Junhyung in delight.

"Don't gawk in amazement Woonie, we only have two and half minutes left until security's back on."

"Right." Dongwoon nodded as he responded. He reached under his sweatshirt and pulled out several large cloth bags(he could fit a lot under that shirt. Isn't there a bag like that in Harry Potter? Junhyung would have to ask about it later). They both started stuffing the bags with as much money as they could. They each had two bags full of cash when they reached the end of the vault.

"One minute left. Let's get the fuck outta here." They closed the now empty vault and walked out of the maze of cabinets, Dongwoon pushing down his curiosity of what they contained. Closing both of the larger vaults they casually walked towards Doojoon who was still waiting by the doors as a lookout. Part of the plan was to make it look like nothing happened, leaving everything in it's original place. Barely any words were exchanged the whole time, they had planned so much they didn't need to talk.

The three made their way outside, bags and guns in hand. They threw the money into the trunk of the car and were about to hop into the car and make their getaway when they heard shuffling a few feet away.

Turning around, they found themselves face-to-face with a some kid. "Wha-wha- WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOI-" but he was cut off as Doojoon practically tackled him to the ground, which wasn't hard since he was so frail. "Don't you dare scream again, bitch." Doojoon growled as he clamped a hand other the kids mouth. "Fucking hell. Junhyung, Dongwoon, what do we do with this?"

"Let's just--"

" Police!"

"Fuck." The trio said in unison. The three sprang into action as Junhyung ran to the drivers side of the car, yelling at Doojoon to "get in the fucking car with the fucking kid." Dongwoon got in the passenger side a spit second before Junhyung stepped on the gas. Zipping down the road, they were out of sight and onto the freeway in a matter of seconds.

They easily made it out of the city in a few minutes, all the while panicking about the boy they dragged along. As Junhyung drove, Dongwoon calculated in his head how much distance they could gain, and Doojoon searched the boy next to him to make sure he didn't have anything that could be used against them. The kid didn't even resist, he was to busy trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was just kidnapped.

The boy considered jumping out of the car, but 90mph was pretty fast. And Doojoon had a firm hold on him. And they were on a freeway. He decided to stay put.

--

After an hour of ear-splitting silence, Junhyung decided to speak up.

"So kid, what's your name?" he asked, eyes glancing to the backseat in the rearview mirror.

"Why should I tell you?" he daringly responded with a soft voice.

"Well, because Doojoon there can most likely kill you with one hand if he wanted to, and I can tell you're gonna stay with us for a while." Dongwoon said it this time.

"Why do you say that?" asked Junhyung, wondering what the younger was thinking.

"Well, we can't just throw him onto the side of the road. He'll most likely go straight to the police and tell them about us and then we'll get caught. And we can't kill him, that'll make things more complicated for us. So we have to keep him, at least till we can make sure we can get away scar free and with the money."

"Ah, smart Dongwoon. Gotta love that always thinking brain of yours. Well, you heard him, kid. You're staying with us. Now what's your name?"

"Hyunseung." He said in a soft, hard to hear voice.

"Hyunseung? Well then, since we kinda got off on the wrong foot, I'm Junhyung. You can consider me to be the leader of this little group we got going on. As I said earlier, that's Doojoon next to you. Don't fuck with him, unless you want a bullet in your head. And here's Dongwoon. He's the brains of practically everything we do, so he can outsmart anything you think of. The point is, be good and do everything we say. Okay?"

Hyunseung didn't respond. He stared in front of himself with glossy eyes and a blank face. He was just fucking kidnapped!

--

Three hours of driving and running away went by. They made pretty good distance, so Junhyung deemed it okay to pull over on the side of the rode and sleep for a few hours. The trio hadn't slept in a long time since they were so busy with preparations for the robbery. But the preparations didn't matter anymore. They had kidnapped someone without wanting to, and they weren't letting him go anytime soon.

They didn't plan on encountering anyone that night, so the idea of having a stranger with them was insane. They didn't know what to do with him, or how to treat him. Junhyung decided going the mean, jerkish way was best, even though he wasn't that type of guy. He normally treats strangers with some sort of respect and was actually a pretty sweet guy, but he decided he wanted to scare this kid shitless. The three needed to have power over Hyunseung, no matter how they did it.

Junhyung thoughts were cut off by an annoying buzzing. It took him a few good seconds to realize it was his cell phone ringing.

"What?" he growled into the receiver, unhappy with being woken up from his thoughts.

"Junhyung! How did it go?" asked an over-excited voice.

"Not good Kiki. We have an, what should I call him, unexpected guest?"

"What? Who?" asked a curious Kikwang.

"Everything was going fine until this kid, Hyunseung, saw us with the money. He screamed, police came, and then we hightailed it out of there without thinking. Now we're kind of stuck with him." He sighed at the last part, unhappy with the way things turned out.

"But you got the money, right?"

"Yes, we got the money, you selfish bastard."

"Am not! I just, oh never mind, forget it. Anyway, how about you guys come over to my place? Bringing the kid will scare him into oblivion and keep him from getting any ideas of running away, what with all this military shit I have everywhere."

"That's a pretty good idea. You actually have a brain in that head of yours? It's not just all useless muscle?" He said to the man over the phone, knowing it will piss him off.

"Fuck off and get over here already. I haven't seen Dongwoon in forever and I'm feeling lonely." He said with a pout on his face, forgetting the older man couldn't see him through the phone.

"What the hell? You just saw us a few days ago when you gave us our guns!"

"But we couldn't talk or anything, so it's like I never saw him."

"Whatever, princess. I'll bring over your prince in ten." He finished with hanging up the phone, not waiting for a reply from the other end. Looking over his shoulder, he laid his eyes on a sleeping angel. What the fuck did he get himself into this time?