Stolen Hearts Chap3 -Junseung-

Hyunseung was nervous. Hell, he was beyond nervous. He was practically shitting bricks he was so fucking nervous. He was just kidnapped and now being taken to some foreign bedroom where he was most likely going to be raped! Well, that's how it happened in all the movies he's seen. Defenseless girl gets kidnapped, raped by an extremely ugly man, then killed and left to rot. But  Hyunseung wasn't a girl and his kidnapper wasn't ugly. In fact, he thought all the men in this house were rather gorgeous, especially the one he's with right now.

Hyunseung thoughts of rape and death were cut off as he felt another hand in his. The hand was warm as fingers intertwined until the two hands became one. "I don't want you getting away." Stated Junhyung rather defensively, not wanting the other to get ideas. But that didn't stop the blush from creeping it's way onto Hyunseung's face.

"C-can I ask a question?" Hyunseung asked nervously, not wanted to get yelled at or something.

"Go ahead." Junhyung answered coolly as he stopped in front of a door and gave Hyunseung his full attention.

"Why don't you just kill me? It would be a lot easier not having to deal with me." Hyunseung whispered the question without looking at the other man. He was truly curious as to why he was still alive, confused by the actions everyone displayed.

"We're not killers,  just troublemakers. Plus, it's a sin to kill beauty." Hyunseung couldn't help but blush at the last part as he stared down at his feet trying to avoid the other's gaze. Junhyung smirked and pulled the other man into the bedroom.

***

Walking down the stairs, Junhyung noticed Doojoon wasn't there. He must have still been sleeping.

"Hi Junhyung! You're up a lot later than I thought you would be. Anyway, you guys made a killing last night! $98,000,000!"

"The president is sure going to miss this." Dongwoon stated after Kikwang exclaimed how much money they got. They were counting the money on one of the couches in the living room. Dongwoon even made a fan of hundred dollar bills and was currently fanning himself looking like a stuck-up diva.

"Don't get too excited guys. We still haven't made it out yet, we're going to be under the radar for a while." Junhyung warned as he made his way across the living room and to the TV. He turned it on and sat on the couch not occupied by piles of money and two idiots. He turned it to the news as a new report was starting.

"Late last night the Industrial Bank of Korea was robbed of roughly one-hundred million dollars. There has yet to be any security clips or eyewitnesses of the criminals, but it is suspected to be three men all in their early twenties. Roughly the same time of the robbery a Jang Hyunseung disappeared and it is believed that he was kidnapped by the three criminals. His height and weight are unknown and he has brown eyes and was born September 3, 1989. Police are currently investigating the whereabouts of the criminals and Mr. Jang, as a citizen of this country please help and keep a lookout for the four men."

After the announcement, Junhyung scoffed and turned off the TV with a click of the remote.

"The kid is older than me? Damn," he said as he walked into the kitchen, "that's a surprise."

"Oh! Junhyung, I forgot to ask you when you got here, but where did you get your shoes you had on yesterday? Aren't they, like, almost a thousand dollars?"

"I dunno, stole them from someone on the street."

"Oh. . .okay then. Oh! I remembered something else!" he exclaimed with a proud grin on his face, but didn't continue with what he had to say.

". . .Yes?" asked Junhyung slowly.

"Huh? Oh! Well, I was thinking--"

"Well damn let's throw a party!" smirked Junhyung, knowing damn well he was being an asshole.

"Hyung! Leave him alone! Just because he's not a genius like me--"

"Hey! Woonie you're not being very supportive! I may not be the smartest guy ever but I'm not dumb!"

Dongwoon sighed and couldn't help but smile at his cute, adorable, dumb boyfriend, "Okay, I'm sorry Kiki. You know I love you no matter what." He said as he leaned in closer to the other man.

"Hehehe I love you too." they were about to seal their mushy love with a kiss when an over-dramatic cough sounded through the living room.

"I know you guys love each other and all that other crap, but this mushy stuff is giving me a toothache it's so sweet. So, Kikwang, can you get to whatever the hell you were saying?" Junhyung said as he put two fingers to his temple as he felt a slight headache coming on.

"Sorry Mr. Grumpy Butt, I guess last night with Mr. Pretty Butt didn't fulfill your needs?" Kikwang said, causing Dongwoon to giggle and Junhyung to look at him with a look of terror.

"What?" he asked darkly.

"Nothing, Nothing! Anyway, I was thinking about how we don't really know much about each other. Well, me and Woonie worked with each other in the past, so we're, you know, close. But we, mostly me, don't know very much about you or Doojoon."

"True. But I don't know about you, so why don't you tell me about yourself? We do work with each other after all." Junhyung retorted as he made his way to the couch and got comfortable.

"Well, you know the basic stuff. I was in the military, I pissed them off and ran away, and now I'm working with people like you guys while being on the run."

"Who else are you working with?"

"I saw a few guys days ago. What were their names? I think there was an Eli, Kevin, and Kibum."

"I don't know them, but I do know a Kibum. Did your guy go by the name of 'Key'?" asked Junhyung, interest piqued.

"No, just Kibum."

"Oh okay, different guys then." Interest deflated.

"Yup, so can you guys tell me about Doojoon? I've only worked with him on this project, so I don't know much about him." Kikwang pouted.

"Me and Doojoon have been working together for the past few years, actually. I think we're coming up on our third year anniversary."

"Anniversary? You guys are together?!" shrieked an over-excited Kikwang.

"No, you idiot! Three years of working together! And anyway, Doojoon is taken."

"Oh, hehe sorry."

"Anyway, Doojoon is a hitman. His boyfriend is the head of a drug trafficking business. Nothing special, really."

"Does his boyfriend do drugs?" asked Kikwang.

"Nope, well, maybe a few accidents here and there. He's pretty famous in the business, so there have been attempted murders involving drugs. But how stupid can someone be to try and kill someone who's boyfriend is a hitman? Just doesn't make sense to me." Junhyung said as he shook his head, wondering what was wrong with those people.

"Interesting. . .what about you?"

"What?"

"What's your history?"

"I honestly don't think sharing my past will do anything to help our work." Junhyung said sternly as he got up from his spot on the couch. Kikwang and Dongwoon shared confused expressions, neither knowing what Junhyung meant.

Junhyung walked out the back door from the living room and out onto the terrace. He breathed in the fresh smell of cut grass and flowers, letting it fill his lungs. The air stung his lungs, for he was not used to the pure air. He slowly walked across the yard and made his way towards the playground. Why the fuck does he have this shit? He thought to himself as he sat on a swing.

He was shirtless, hair looked like it went through a storm, and his sweat pants hung dangerously on his hips. His bright boxers were visible, and he looked like a hot mess. But he didn't care, he was comfortable and that was all that mattered.

Reaching into his pant's pocket, he pulled out a new box of cigarettes and a silver lighter. Opening the box, he pulled out the white cancer stick and put it in between his pouty pink lips. Opening the lighter and sparking some fire, he sucked on the cigarette as the fire caught the stick. He kept the cigarette in his mouth while he put the lighter away and let the smoke creep it's way into his body. It danced it's way through his lungs making him practically feel his lungs rot. He let the smoke out in a long breath and continued to sit on his swing.

Junhyung sat in the same position for four cigarettes, thoughts swirling in his head. Hyunseung, the police, his past, and the stolen money all made it's way into his mind. His head was spinning after a while, whether from the smoke or thinking too much, he didn't know. But now he was tired of thinking and threw his cancer stick to the ground and used his foot to extinguish it. Walking into the living room, he was greeted with an unusual sight.

"What am I missing here?"

"We're trying to get him to tell us what went on last night between you two!" Kikwang answered, receiving a smack in the back of the head from Dongwoon as he mumbled, "You weren't supposed to say anything, babo."

Hyunseung was sitting in the corner of the couch, legs drawn up to his chest as he hugged his knees. Kikwang and Dongwoon were hovering over him trying to get answers. It all looked like two idiot hunters who had just found their pray: a wide-eyed deer.

"Every time we ask him about it he blushes and hugs his knees closer to his chest,"  Dongwoon sighed in his explanation, "can you tell us what happened, hyung?"

Junhyung looked from Dongwoon to Hyunseung, causing the feminine boy to blush like crazy under the gaze and advert his eyes.

Junhyung smiled victoriously, "Well. . ."