Archive of Our Own

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“I saw a sign for a filling station coming up. Area’s looking okay to me. Anyone see anything?” Seunghyun’s question breaks through the silence.

“Come here.” Soohyuk pulls you against him and points at the sky. “I’m looking for cameras. Look at the top of the poles and anything on the wires. Describe what you see.”

You nestle into his side, which was your right now that you were the girlfriend. All of you are Nuthang and nothing and no one could change that.

You begin to describe what you see, shocked at how little you know about the poles and webs of wires and boxes and barrels that had existed above your head for 24 years. Soohyuk tells you the names and functions for various shapes and things to watch out for and you struggle not wriggle in delight as his hands roam possessively over you.

“Always know where the eyes and cameras are. It’s something you’ll develop.” Soohyuk says, rubbing his palm over the lines on your forehead.

Seunghyun grumbles out a warning of some kind. And you pause to think back over Kyungil’s earlier words. “That is how Nuthang works.” It causes you to think about the possibilities of another woman having came before you. And if that was true what exactly had happened to her.

You observe as the three of them discuss the surroundings and various technological and geographical features of the area in a way that impresses you. The filling station bit had turned the three of them from sex maniacs to strict business, with a single-mindedness and a kind of discipline that seems almost military to you. They all straighten up and put their business clothes back on as you ask for your jacket back.

Soohyuk hands you back your jacket. “It’ll be good to have another pair of eyes. Being aware will be one of your jobs.”

Again you get the sense of a ghost. Another girl whose job it had been to observe things. Just then you recall the stutter of attention that had been on you when you’d taken a nickname. You shake your head slightly to stop the thought process.

“What are those green bell things?” You ask instead.

“Those are ceramic spacers. We’ll have to do a whole tutorial on phone poles with you. That will be one of the few non-dirty tutorials you’ll receive.” Soohyuk shoots you a wink and shivers rain over your skin.

Seunghyun pulls into a rundown gas station. “Anyone need to pee?”

The guys pull their suitcase jackets back on and all four of you go inside. A boy stands behind a counter surrounded by cigarette displays. Seunghyun slaps down two twenties. “Forty for gas and both keys for the bathroom.”

You and Kyungil take the keys and walk around the side of the station together. “Welcome to the glamorous life. You always get tons of high security with the good bathrooms. Those modern gas stations are like fucking airport security zones. We hate them.”

When you come out of the bathroom, the van sits on the other side of the station at the air pump. The side of it no longer reads Min Hee’s Catering. Instead it reads Luna Technologies in fat italic letters with two green underlines. Kyungil loiters at the back of the van, partly concealing Soohyuk, who was changing the license plates. You smile at the sight of your bad boy pit crew.

Soon you’re back on the road, this time with Kyungil driving and Seunghyun in the passenger seat. As more miles are put between you and Boseong-gun you feel like you're moving far away from reality, from your troubles. You like it.

Seunghyun throws you and Soohyuk each a small bag of Doritos.

“Ranch.” You say, mouth watering. “Thanks. I’m starving.”

“We can’t stop until Daegu. But once we get there we’ll stay somewhere nice.” Soohyuk provides with a little smile.

“Is that where you’re from?”

“A few ground rules.” Seunghyun says suddenly. “Don’t ever ask us where we’re from or how we got into this and you can never know our last names. Don’t try to get that information, understand?”

“Okay.” You say dragging out the last syllable. “Can I at least ask how old you all are?”

“Why?” Seunghyun responds, whipping his head around and pinning you with his glare.

“So I’ll know if I need to call you all Oppa or not.” You say, voice coming out in a whisper.

“How old are you?” Kyungil asks, cutting Seunghyun off before he could speak.

“24.”

“We’re older. Happy?”

“Yeah, I guess that’ll do.” You say, lip pulling up in a snarl as Seunghyun turns back around.

“We took a leap of faith trusting you.” Seunghyun continues, acting as if there was no interruption. “As you can imagine, it’s not something we would have done normally, just pick up a stranger. But you were in a position to help us and you came through, and that means something. We’ll hold up our end of the agreement by taking down another of your boss’s banks. Right afterward, we’ll send you home with a plausible story that I don’t feel like working on right now. And we’ll send your cut of the money to you somehow. If you deviate from the story we develop from you or the rules for the money we set, we’ll hunt you down and kill you.”

The kill you part of his speech causes a small pang in your chest. Seunghyun didn’t say a lot, but when he does speak his words always carry weight to them. This wasn’t a man to make empty threats. Nor was he a man to have empty sex.

“How long until our heist?”

Kyungil snorts. “Heist?”

“It’ll happen when it happens. You have to be cool with not knowing the future. That is what this life is.” Seunghyun snaps.

“And then you eject me?” You try to keep the hurt from your voice, but it doesn’t work as a small bit still manages to seep through.

Seunghyun goes back to watching the road, not bothering to provide you with an answer.

“It’s better for everyone this way.” Soohyuk explains. “The longer you’re with us, the less plausible it will be that you don’t know anything and didn’t see our faces.”

“Right.” You say, feeling upset at the prospect of being ejected. You’d only just become Miri and you didn’t want to give her up yet. Sure, you worry about your sisters, but you had been dying on that farm. “It’s just that, as long as I’m away, they won’t take the farm.”

“Don’t you care about people who might be worried about you?” Seunghyun shoots you another glare, which seems to amplify his disapproval of you.

“Of course I care.”

“Danger, subversion, and Hedonistic pleasures, it’s fun for a while, but at some point you’d hit a low where you feel homesick. You don’t want it to be too late to go back when that happens. We’re doing you a favor by dumping you. In the meantime, don’t even think about getting a message to your people. You have to come to us with that sort of thing and we’ll decide what’s smart for all of us. You think you’ve given the finger to every rule you’ve ever had to follow? You think you’ve seized a week of freedom for yourself as Miri? No. You’ve traded in one set of rules for another. You’ve given up your freedom to the good of the group. We all have. That is how we stay strong. This is our power. It is a power beyond what you can imagine. Do not fuck with that power.”

The silence in the car seems almost thunderous after he finishes his speech. And you come to the conclusion that this was more than a gang, more than bank robbers.

“As far as you’re concerned, we started our life of crime five hours ago when we hit your bank. We don’t have a past or a future.” Soohyuk adds.

Kyungil glances at you in the rearview mirror. “We’re the fucking hive mind of crime.”

“Like the Borg?”

Soohyuk give you a heated look. “More like one for all and all for one.”

“I never thought of that as dirty before.”

He sits back as his lips stretch into a lazy smile. “This is an ideal time to start.”

~ 짱 ~

You rest your head against the back of the seat as the scenery zooms by, drowsily wondering what your sisters are doing. The possibility of them entertaining the police at the farm was very high. You muse over the likelihood of getting a message to them. Seunghyun hadn’t said you couldn’t get a message to them he just said you have to come to them.

More scenery zooms by as you close your eyes. The next thing you know you’re face down on the seat with your cheek glued to the vinyl with a hand gently shaking your shoulder.

You pull yourself together and walk as a group across the parking lot and into a lavishly gold-gilded and palm-tree’d entrance of a place named The Regal Hotel.

A lot of the money they’d stolen was most likely being spent at the Novotel Ambassador Hotel. You’d never set foot in a place so fancy. You, Kyungil, and Soohyuk linger in the corner of the lobby amongst marble pillars and potted plants while Seunghyun goes up to the front desk.

“They don’t need our IDs?”

Soohyuk shrugs. “Nah. We’re special.”

“Gods?”

Kyungil sits in a posh velvet chair. “That’s right, baby.”

“So we lie low for a while? Is that the idea?” You ask.

Soohyuk gets a devilish look in his eyes. “That’s one way of putting it.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look down at the floor to try and hid it.

Soohyuk closes the distance between the two of you, touches your jacket, touches your neck, then he whispers in your ear. “I love when you blush. I haven’t even told you what we’ll do up there and you’re already blushing. This is very good already.”

You shut your eyes as crazy good shivers run up your spine. “Did you have something specific in mind?”

“Well, it’s safe to say that first you’ll take off all your clothes.”

“Slowly.” Kyungil grumbles from the chair, gaze cool on you. “Slow and one thing at a time.”

“Is that so?” You say, pretending to be bored with the entire conversation.

“Yes, Miri, it is so.” Soohyuk draws closer and kisses you, right there in the lobby, pressing you up against the marble pillar. Every nerve in your body lights up, especially where Soohyuk’s hard cock presses up against you. It’s a strange exhilaration, the sudden, intense contact, and you wind your arms around his neck, enjoying the hardness of his body against yours. The idea of Kyungil watching you from his spot sends more of a thrill humming through your body.

Soohyuk pulls back allowing you to breathe. “You know you want to.”

You take a deep breath. You want to feel more of this exhilaration, you want to feel more of his hard body. He kisses and nibbles on you neck.He whispers in his rough and silky voice, “Say you want to.”

“I want to.” You say. “What was the question again?”

He snickers softly. “Does it matter?”

“No.” You grip his necktie and look into his eyes, face heating, pulse racing.

“But to recap, we’ll tell you when you can take off all your clothes, and you’ll do it. Slowly, or Hyung will be extremely wrathful.”

Kyungil simply smiles his favorite evil, glittering eyed smile that makes you feel like he’s staring at your deepest, darkest secrets. You turn your head to look at Soohyuk instead and Soohyuk shoots you a mischievous grin in return. It was here that you realize you’ve been gripping Soohyuk’s tie tightly, knuckles quite white and you let go.

“Why, thank you.” Soohyuk says as he smooths it against his chest without taking his eyes from yours. Even the way he smooths his tie is suggestive in your eyes. Then he brushes a chunk of hair from your forehead and places a hand on the pillar next to your head. His gaze makes you feel naked and you have the urge to look away, to stop looking at both of them, like that will cover you and make you feel less exposed. But you also enjoy it. So you keep your eyes on Soohyuk, you let yourself be pinned by his gaze. Let him know he is pinning you with his gaze, that he has you. And he did know.

“A tie has several uses for a squirmy goddess.” Soohyuk says huskily.

Your breath speeds up at the tone of his voice and you notice it’s a rush for him as well, the knowledge of his control. And the idea that in this mad, mad universe of god-like bank robbers and nicknames, you fit together sexually. You have the sense that he fits with Kyungil in some way, like Kyungil is the sexual overload of Soohyuk somehow. Even now, Kyungil is sprawled in a most princely way upon the lobby chair with Soohyuk doing all the talking. How Seunghyun fit, you have no idea, but you imagine him as the silent overlord of everything.

You stand there, pinned like a helpless butterfly to the cool marble pillar in the center of a posh hotel lobby, pinned by his deep brown eyes and his dirty talk.

“Do not forget about the hot tub. Hot tubbing has it’s many aspects.” Kyungil supplies.

“Oh yes. Many aspects. Have you spent much time in hot tubs?” Soohyuk continues.

You shake your head.

“You’re in for quite a surprise. But we’ll see what the layout is like. Things sometimes have to flow organically from the layout.”

I stifle a grin. “Are we going to fuck or do feng shui up there?”

“Oh dear.” Kyungil says and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Sounds like Miri is getting out of line already.”

Your blood races, you swallow, and glance toward the front desk just in time to catch Seunghyun striding across the lobby, briefcase in hand. And your impulse to grin flies away.

Seunghyun moves casually and gracefully in his business suit, appearing every inch the cosmopolitan traveler but it’s his gaze that holds yours. And you figure he holds it because he can. The press of his silent dominance grows even weightier as he closes in, but there is something else as well, a cold light in his face that feels like accusation. ‘Does he really not want me here? Or am I just imagining it?’

He looks away only when he reaches you. “Let’s go, party people.” He says.

You follow the three of them to the elevators, knees weak. Seunghyun punches the button for the top floor and you ride the elevator to your room. Kyungil catches your eye and smiles knowingly and you look away from him and just stare ahead at the button panel with what you know to be a dorky expression. None of you are even touching, but you’re still very much aware of the sexual tension that surrounds you all.

The doors slide open and Soohyuk sets a hand on the small of your back, guides you out of the elevator and down the hall to the room.

Seunghyun shoves the key card in the slot and yanks the door open. Your pulse races as you walk into your suite.

You’re greeted with a mammoth suite with two wings of rooms and in the center, a posh and rambling living area with velvet and marble furnishings, velvet curtains, and a massive hot tub.

Seunghyun immediately goes into one of the side rooms and slams the door. You stare after him. “Is he okay?”

“You have to leave him to himself. He needs to work out and be in his cave a while. Hyung has his own timetable.” Soohyuk drops his bags and comes up to you. He slides his hands over your shoulders and his lips creep up your neck.

“Okay.” You say, unsure what he means exactly.

A knock at the door sounds and Soohyuk breaks away from your kiss. A room service waiter enters and pushes a cart laden with booze, glasses, snacks, flowers, and linens up to a round marble table. “Would you like me to set you up?”

“No, just park the cart. Leave the table clear. Just in case.” The waiter parks the cart and Kyungil takes off his glasses and gives you an amused look that has 99% pure devil in it. He passes the waiter a couple of fifties and as soon as the door is closed, unscrews the cap from the bottle to pour three shots. He hands one to you and one to Soohyuk. He downs his and loosens his tie, eyeing you lewdly.

Your nerves are skittered and you down your scotch, which burns warm in your throat, roasting your chest from the inside.

“A bit of liquid courage? Are you nervous?” Kyungil asks.

“A bank heist followed by an orgy is not typically on my daily roster.” You say casually. “Frightened might be overstating it.”

“Oh, one of the best things about you is your pretend confidence.”

“It’s not pretend.” You protest.

“Soohyuk-ah likes your embarrassment, but I like your pretend confidence.” With a tip of the bottle Kyungil gestures for you to hold out your glass. You do and he pours you another shot. “We’ll enjoy stripping them both away.”

You laugh as your heart beats a million miles and hour. Kyungil doesn’t laugh and neither does Soohyuk.

They watch you with their pinning gazes and your heartbeat flutters in your throat as Soohyuk strolls over and takes your glass from your hand. “Begin.”

You feel stupid standing there in front of the two of them. “Just like that?”

“It’s typically how such a thing starts.” Kyungil says.

You start unbuttoning your jacket, hands trembling, feeling the heat in your face.

“I love this already.” Soohyuk professes. “I love how nervous you are.”

“I’m not nervous.”

Kyungil regards you with a stern expression. “Lie about how you feel again and it’ll be trouble. A punishment, Yeung Xiulan. We let the feng shui bit go, but don’t think we’re easy.”

You suck in a breath, trying not to smile, but it was all so crazy and thrilling. You can barely work your fingers on your jacket buttons.

Kyungil doesn’t smile, he just watches you with his smoldering, ultra-male attitude. And it somehow makes things hotter. Keeping his gaze, you take off your jacket and toss it. And his expression doesn’t change even a little bit.

You watch Soohyuk for the next part. You touch your breasts, the way you imagine a stripper would.

“Your skirt next.” Soohyuk whispers.

You pull your skirt down and step out of it, so that you’re only wearing your bra, panties, and your high-heels. At the moment, you’re aware of everything on your exposed skin and the cool air currents from vents unseen. Even the light from a neon sign somewhere out in the dark night beyond the window had a sensation to it. Your every nerve ending screams out, craving touch.

“Pull your bra down under your tits.” Soohyuk demands.

You swallow and comply, pulling the lace down. It makes your breast stick out way more than they normally would. You feel even more on display and you know that was the idea. Your cheeks burn and, much to your horror, the flush goes all the way down to your prominent and shown off breast.

“Oh, this is good. Now come here.” Soohyuk orders.

You go to him with a mixture of relief and apprehension swirling through you. Soohyuk puts down his drink on a side table and reaches up and pulls you to him so that you are straddling him, one knee on either side of him. Gently he brushes a hand over your breast, over your nipple, launching twangs of sensation through you. “You’re blushing and it makes me want to devour you.”

You revel in his warm touch, knees shamelessly spread over his lap and he puts his lips to your breast. You close your eyes and gasp as he sucks on your nipple quite ferociously, then blows cool air on it. He twirls the other gently between his fingers.

“Oh my God.” You say. It’s as if being made to strip in front of them had heightened all your nerves and sense for this. And they know it, you’re sure of it.

“I think my mind is melting.” You hiss as Soohyuk rubs the flat of his tongue over your diamond-hard nipple.

“Not yet,” comes Kyungil’s voice from behind you. He pushes his hand down the back of your panties and squeezes your ass cheek. Then he brings his other hand around to cup your sex, sending ripples of pleasure through your pelvis. “No melting and no cuming. Not until we say so.”

Kyungil squeezes and massages, making you writhe under his magical touch, demanding more, feeling shameless and not caring.

Soohyuk caresses your stomach as he nibbles and sucks on your breast. Kyungil kisses your neck as he pushes his hand further inside of your panties, touching the slickness between your legs. Then he grabs your hand and puts it over the bulge in his pants. You reach down to touch Soohyuk, too. He growls into your nipple as you squeeze his shaft through the fabric of his gray slacks.

You know there are only four hands on you, but it feels like a dozen, touching and exploring you, pinching and teasing, sending you into a bliss overdrive. Pleasure thrums through you in sweet waves. If anything, they undersold their skills. You never know where their fingers are going to roam next and you eventually give up tracking any of it. You move in a rhythm against somebody’s hand. You rub two cocks through two pairs of pants. The pants really need to come off.

You speculate if they are going to want to have anal sex. You’ve never done it before, but it’s the type of thing you know Miri will go for. You want to give these men everything they demand. New pleasure swells in your belly at the thought of them bossing you more and demanding things.

“Christ, I could come right now. I want to take you so hard. But I just don’t know if I can decide how. I want to fuck you all night.” Soohyuk pants out.

‘Please do,’ You think.

“Come here.” Kyungil pulls you backwards and you step back off the couch and off of Soohyuk. He leans in to breaths instructions into your ear. “Take off his pants and suck him.”

You kneel in front of Soohyuk and start to undo his belt.

“No, not like that. Don’t kneel - bend. I want you bent over and totally open to me. I need full access to your incredibly wet pussy for what I have in mind right now.” Kyungil whispers softly, so that only you can hear. Hands on your hips, He pulls you up to stand again, and then he kisses your ear, warm and breathy.

Heat builds between his legs. You start to form a funny reply, like how full of helpful suggestions he is, but then he shoves your panties down off of your hips and the quip melts away.

“You’ve never been with two men before have you? And tell the truth.” Kyungil inquires.

“No.” You admit, figuring he already knows the answer.

“That’s perfectly fine.” He comments.

Soohyuk groans. “Better than fine.”

“Now bend over.” Kyungil whispers once again into your ear.

You comply. It’s harder to bend down to Soohyuk than to kneel in front of him, but you plant your hands on the couch cushions on either side of him and support yourself. Kyungil holds your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh.

“Good girl. Now spread for me.” He nudges the inside of your ankle with his foot, a move you greatly enjoy.

You spread your legs apart.

“Excellent.” You feel a lone finger touch your sex, trailing from your sensitive bud, down along your folds, and then slowly traveling back. You hiss out in pleasure.

“Soohyuk-ah, take off your pants.” Kyungil commands.

“You’re not a very good multi-tasker.” Soohyuk comments, pulling his pants off, a task that had been assigned to you.

“Oh.” You breath as his giant cock springs free with a shining bead of liquid on the tip. “No, I can be though.” You say, wrapping your fingers around the base of his dick and, with one hand planted firmly next to his hips, you slowly lick off the drop.

“Yes.” He purrs. “Fuck. Take me, Miri. Take everything.”

Kyungil continues to slide his finger up and down your seam as you lower your lips over Soohyuk, swirling your tongue around him. Soohyuk teases your nipples with his fingers and your heart stutters as you feel a finger sneak into your cunt, then out, then two in. You suck Soohyuk as Kyungil touches and explores you. It was so much sensation.

“You can’t stop. You can’t stop until we tell you to.” Kyungil says.

You didn’t see why you ever would want to. You yearn for Kyungil to put on the condom you saw him retrieve from his pocket and enter you, be totally inside of you, while you suck Soohyuk off.

But that thought breaks apart as the three of you get into a luscious rhythm. You cease to care about whether you were fucking or fingering or what.

A door somewhere opens.

You still as Seunghyun walks out of the room he had entered earlier.

“Keep going. Don’t stop.” Kyungil orders.

But Seunghyun is right there at the side of the couch, speaking with Kyungil casually about going down to the workout room. You had been excited for Seunghyun to come out and join in, or at least watch, but not this, not acting as if you are a lapdog, or a piece of furniture. You pull your mouth off of Soohyuk, feeling both embarrassed and flustered, and straighten your arm, so that you’re still bent over, but not sucking on Soohyuk’s cock.

Seunghyun wears sweats and a hoodie, and has a towel flung over his shoulder, clearly on his way to the hotel gym. He says something about dinner, even as Kyungil continues to drag a finger slowly up and down your moist sex.

“Call me on the zero.” Seunghyun finally says and he glances at you coldly and then leaves.

The silence in the room is broken only by the click of the door being shut by the mysterious fourth.

“That was awkward.” You comment.

The two others say nothing.

“What?” You ask.

Soohyuk knits his brows together, as though something troubles him. “Did you disobey a direct order just now, Xiulan-ssi?”

“W-what?”

“Did you follow all of Hyung’s directions just now? Or did you disobey?”

Kyungil ceases his movements and rests his hands lazily on your hips. You can feel his cock pressing slightly at your ass crack.

“But-” You wrap your fingers around the base of Soohyuk’s cock once more.

Soohyuk shakes his head sadly and dislodges your fingers. “What about his directive to keep going while we had our discussion with Seunghyun-hyung? Did you obey that?”

“It seemed a little much. But I remember exactly where we left off.” Your pulse begins to race.

Kyungil takes a hold of your arms and pulls you up. “Up.”

“What?” You stand, not believing they want to cease and desist. You smile. “Come on.”

“You agreed to obey, yet you didn’t. We need to be a perfectly disciplined group of criminals, or we have nothing. Do you understand that? We have nothing without discipline. This is something you need to learn if you’re going to remain with us.”

“But-” You laugh at the craziness of it all. “To be practically fucking while you have a discussion?”

“You said that you would obey. And you didn’t. Now thanks to you, all of our lighthearted fun is over.” Kyungil says.

Soohyuk stands as Kyungil keeps hold of your arms.

You feel the breezes of the room on your belly and on your madly pebbling nipples, straining at the ends of your breast.

You feel almost giddy with excitement. “But after our day, don’t we deserve some light-hearted fun?”

“We do deserve fun. Don’t worry we’ll enjoy this, too. Well, Soohyuk-ah and I will, anyway.” Kyungil comes around the front of you and yanks his tie off of his neck. He ties the end of it to your wrist.

You watch him, not quite believing you were going to allow this. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing you can’t put a stop to. Just say … History.” Kyungil touches the side of your face with one finger, holding your gaze with his hazel-gray eyes.

“History?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No.”

“Un-tie Soohyuk’s tie for him, then.”

You reach up and untie the knot in Soohyuk’s tie and slowly pull it free of his collar, heart racing like a mad woman.

“Thank you,” Kyungil says as Soohyuk ties it to your other wrist.

Then Kyungil yanks off his belt.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“You’ll see.”

“You’re not hitting me with that.”

“Is that a History?” Kyungil asks as Soohyuk takes off his belt, too.

You think about it, about how they had said the rules were for everybody’s mutual pleasure. And how, so far, they had been. In fact, you felt like you were getting the most pleasure.

Kyungil ties your wrist together as he waits for your answer. “I’m not sure about this.”

“Are we doing anything right now that you object to?” Kyungil retorts.

“Well-”

“At this very moment?”

“I guess not at the very moment.”

“I shouldn’t think so. Come here, Miri. Soohyuk you too.” Kyungil leads you to the table by the tie wrapped securely around your wrists.

“Bend over the table. On your elbows.” He says from behind you.

You can barely breathe as you bend over the table, holding the edge of it with your tied hands, breath ragged.

You reassure yourself with the knowledge that if you don’t like what happens next that you can always say ‘History.’ You wait, ass exposed, nipples nudging against the cool marble with every breath you take.

Soohyuk grabs hold of your hair and turns your head to where he stands to the side of you, and kneels to address you directly. “It always goes better for the fucking when you don’t disobey.”

He runs a finger over your cheeks before he stands and goes around to the front of you. He takes the ends of the ties binding your hands and ties them on to the leg of the table.

Kyungil runs his hands over your ass. “That’s right, we get to the fucking so much sooner when you’re disciplined.”

“I guess so.” You whisper, going for nonchalance.

Behind you, Kyungil continues to rub your ass, but with two hands now. “Are you being funny? Was that a smart remark?”

You turn your face down to the table, forehead pressing to the smooth marble, as adrenaline courses through your veins. “Sort of.” You admit.

Soohyuk kneels in front of you. “Yah.”

You look up. Eyes meet with the sight of him shaking his head sadly. He holds your gaze for a moment before looking above your head at Kyungil. “That merits a double punishment.”

“What?”

“We need obedience, Xiulan-ah. You understand we have to do this, right? When you delay our pleasure like this? One person cannot be allowed to mess things up and then mock our process.” Kyungil pauses for a brief moment before continuing. “Say ‘I understand and accept my punishment.’”

The butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you try and figure out if you are really supposed to say that.

“Say it.” Kyungil scratches a fingernail along your butt cheek, leaving a wicked line of sensation that sends trembles of anticipation through your body. It’s here that when you’re tied up, every little touch contains a world of feeling. Your body hums with a strangely pleasurable apprehension when he stops.

“Say it.”

“I understand and accept my punishment.” You whisper.

Soohyuk stands just as you feel cool leather wind around your ankle. You relax as you feel the belt tighten, binding your leg to the table. He uses the other belt to tie your other leg to the same table leg, so that your legs are somewhat strapped together.

You had hoped to get to the fucking part of the night, but apparently that wasn’t on the agenda at this point.

“Close your eyes and put your forehead back down on the table. We don’t want you getting distracted from your punishment.” Soohyuk says.

You immediately comply, putting your head down and gripping the edge of the table so hard your knuckles begin to turn white.

Out of nowhere you feel the sharp sting of Kyungil’s hand slapping your ass and you gasp at the sting. Then he does it again, harder this time. And then again.

His hand strikes your bare skin and reverberates through your pelvis, vibrating from your ass cheeks into your pussy. It stings, but it also feels quite exquisite. You don’t know what to think about it, your mind didn’t have a box for this type of pleasure-pain.

He does it again and again, still harder. And you cry out.

“Was that a History?” He asks.

“No.” You sigh out breathlessly.

“So you want more?”

You swallow. A spanking is hardly a thing to ask for, even when you’re Miri.

“Say it.” Kyungil commands. “Say: spank me again until my punishment is complete.”

You resist making the joke you so easily can make. “Again.”

The silence stretches on as you wait.

And wait.

“Full sentence.”

“Please,” You whisper, ready to weep from the mental strain of them not doing anything to you. You feel bereft, tied up there, untouched. “Please spank me until my punishment is complete. Until you are utterly and completely satisfied.”

With that, his hand comes down on your ass, and again. You breathe in gulps, forehead pressing into the smooth tabletop, hands gripping the edge. The exquisite feeling on the end of each spank, the sweet reverberation sailing into your clit, seems to increase to dizzying dimensions. The slap, the pleasure.

You grind your pelvis into the edge of the table as he spanks you. You realize, with some surprise, that you could likely orgasm just from this.

Kyungil stops and caresses your ass cheeks and even that feels amazing. You pant, wondering if it’s over. You feel a drip of cool sweat rolling out of your underarm, down onto your breast, tickling it.

“Mmm.” Soohyuk whispers. You’d forgotten he was in front of you. You feel his finger trace the path that the drip of sweat had traced down your breast and then he touches the cool drop of sweat to your nipple, then he squeezes and plays with them.

Kyungil smacks your ass once once more. He keeps on, hard, soft, and a pluck, tweak, caress on your breast. They get into a rhythm that causes your mind to get cloudy and unfocused. You lose all sense of everything.

Then you feel Soohyuk’s hands in your hair and he turns your head. You, feeling drugged, open your eyes and take in the wild look in his eyes and his dilated pupils. You glance down and confirm that his cock is rock hard as well. “Take her right now or I will.”

“Please.” You gasp out. Soohyuk unties your wrists with frantic energy and then unties them from each other as well, but leaving the ties still on them.

“You don’t think this is the best part?” Kyungil asks, unbuckling your legs. You turn over as he rises up and he pulls you up against him with a kiss. He wears only his white button up, which hangs open, and a condom. You feel as if you might die as his cock probes at your stomach. You shove your hands into his silver, moppy hair as you make out.

“I want you in my so bad.” You choke out.

Your heart beats at an unhealthily high rate as Kyungil pulls away. “Don’t you have something to finish first?”

He turns his head and you follow his gaze to Soohyuk, who’s back to sitting on the couch..

“Oh, right.” You are, of course, happy to get back to that.

Kyungil gathers the ties still on your wrist into one hand and leads you back over. “And you don’t stop this time. Even for an earthquake. Got it?”

“Got it.”

You have this impish thought you start and stop anyway and see if they would go through the punishing bit again, but then you think better of it.

“Bend over. Nicely.”

You bend over Soohyuk, trying not to smile as you wrap your hands around his hard cock. You have never in your life had so much fun.

“Yes,” he says, putting his hand on the back of your head.

You make sure to keep your legs somewhat together as you bend over, so that Kyungil forces you to spread them again. He kicks the inside of your ankle. “Spread them. Wide.” He commands roughly. “Now.”

You comply, spreading your legs for him.

Slowly you take Soohyuk into your mouth as Kyungil touches your ass all over and even slaps it once, which makes you gasp and nearly choke on Soohyuk’s cockk. You support your weight with one hand and grab the base of Soohyuk’s cock with the other, rubbing up and down as you suck.

Kyungil’s hand snakes in front of you now, circling a finger over your throbbing clit. You breath catches as you try and figure out how you can keep frm coming once he enters you.

“Make her come while she’s got me in her teeth, Hyung, and you’re a dead man.” Soohyuk says, before looking down at you. “No offense, but you might be a biter.”

You grunt your negation and Soohyuk shushes you softly. “More.”

You can see he’s on the edge and you concentrate rather fiercely on him, sucking and rubbing, trying desperately to ignore Kyungil’s confident fingers sliding around on your sex.

Soohyuk hardens in your hands and he clamps his hand onto the back of your head, forcing you to still. He lets out a cry as he pumps his cum into your throat. You swallow as much as you can and scoop up the bit that slides down your chin with a finger and llicks it clean.

Kyungil slows as Soohyuk slows, then stops, panting all the while. He rests his hands, limply, in you hair and you pull slowly off of him.

“Oh, Miri,” Soohyuk says as he continues to stroke your hair. He then grabs it in a bunch and brings you closer to him so he can kiss you. “Oh that was good.” He whispers.

You rest your arms around the back of the couch, around his neck, and kiss him as Kyungil presses his cock at your seam, sliding back and forth across your wetness. He guides himself into place and with one hand planted firmly on your hip, he enters you.

Slowly.

Excruciatingly slow.

You drop your head onto Soohyuk’s shoulder. You need this and all thoughts of multi-tasking flies out your mind. Soohyuk tweaks your nipples as Kyungil slides in until the hilt.

You gasp, overwhelmed with a glorious sense of fullness.

Slowly, Kyungil pulls out, then pushes back in again.

“Do it,” You say. “Do everything.”

“Good girl.” Kyungil says, reaching around to the front of your pussy to rub your clit as he thrusts into you.

You hiss out a breath as you deliriously back up to meet Kyungil’s every thrust, needing more and more and more.

“Yeah.” Soohyuk whispers. “Take him. Give it all up.”

Kyungil’s fingers speed up, sending shock waves through your core. “Give it up, come for us.” He continues to whisper.

It was a complete miracle that those words had left his mouth because you was already coming. Wave upon wave of the most pleasurable, blinding orgasm you had ever experienced. You cry out, your senses hurtling through dark space. Kyungil holds tighter onto your hips, his cock pushing into you, relentlessly, breaking you apart, and you realize he, too, was coming. He holds you ever firer and thrusts one last time, locking deep inside of you as his cock pulses.

You cry out, unable to process, as wave after wave of orgasm swells through you.

“Yes.” Soohyuk says, caressing his hair, kissing the top of your head, practically making out with it.

Some moments pass by before Kyungil speaks. “Jesus.” He whispers, as the two of you slowly come down together. “Jesus.” He pulls out.

You turn and collapse next to Soohyuk as Kyungil discards the condom in a nearby wastebasket. Afterwards, he too collapses on the other side of you.

“Wow.” You say. Kyungil kisses your ear and grabs both of your hands and proceeds to kiss each of your fingers. You smile and lay sideways over Soohyuk’s lap, still holding Kyungil’s hands.

“I can’t believe how amazing that was.” You say.

The three of you sit like that for a while, basking in the presence of each other.

Soohyuk reaches over, picks up the phone, and calls room service.

‘Guys.’ You think before realizing you were hungry, as well. “Oh my God, I’m starving!” You exclaim, as it registers that you hadn’t eaten in hours.

Soohyuk hands you two menus, you flip your legs up across Kyungil’s lap so that you’re lying across the both of them and you begin to read the menu. Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull as you stare at the prices.

Kyungil puts in his order of two steaks and Soohyuk adds on two lobsters and a large pepperoni pizza, chocolate covered cherries, an entire flourless chocolate cake, and two bottles of champagne.

You pause over the menu’s description of the mushroom burger, your sister Milan’s favorite food in the world, feeling a flash of guilt for how much fun you was having. All of your life on the farm you’d had a sense that all the excitement was happening elsewhere. Now, you’d found that place, but at the expense of your sisters, who are certainly thinking the worst. You tell yourself that you will be home soon and surely you can get a message to them.

“Hurry up.” Soohyuk breaks you from your thoughts.

You decide on the Bindaetteok and a mini pizza. “I can’t believe none of us have eaten since those gas station chips.” You comment, handing your menu back to Soohyuk.

“It’s the job energy.” Kyungil supplies. “Doing a job produces all this fucking energy. You can’t eat, you just want to fuck, but after you fuck, then you must devour everything.”

Soohyuk strokes your hair. “Though we like to repeat the fucking and eating cycle a lot between robberies.”

“What would you have done if I wasn’t here?” You ask.

Kyungil gives you a warning look that sends shivers through you. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

This only makes you twice as curious as to whether they pick up women, or hire prostitutes, or even have sex with each other.

“We’re glad you’re here.” Soohyuk adds.

“I am, too. I’m greatly into your bandit cycle.”

Soohyuk looks down at you and smiles. “I am greatly into you.”

You smile up at him. “And I’m greatly into you.” Your gaze swings over to Kyungil. “And you.”

Kyungil twists his lips into a mocking smile, ejects your legs from his lap and stands, but not before you catch the warmth in his beautiful hazel eyes. He strolls over to the hot tub, shredding his white business shirt, and stands at the edge, fully naked, his smooth tan skin lighter over his perfectly toned ass.

Again you wonder about Seunghyun. How he fit in and why they hadn’t seemed to expect him to join. You try and determine if they cool detente would be all you received from him over this next week. You had felt such a fierce connection with him at the bank, but now that you were in, he seems to barely tolerate you.

“Come on.” Soohyuk gets up from the couch.

You wonder over to the liquor cart and grab a handful of pretzels as the two guys sink into the tub. It was here that you notice the flowers had been reduced to just stems, with a few ragged petals hanging off.

“What the hell happened to the flowers?”

“Hyung.” Soohyuk imparts.

“Oh.” You sense that a follow-up question might not be the best thing.

You slip into the hot tub and soak while you wait for the food. It was extremely large for an in-room pool, the size of two king beds, and surrounded by marble. You rest your head on the side of the pool, letting the jets hit your back and allowing your body to float as all of your tension drains away.

“Isn’t it expensive? To stay in this suite? I mean, sure, bank robbers make a lot of money, but wouldn’t it be prudent to save some for the future?”

“The bank robber lifestyle is high stakes, high reward.” Soohyuk says. “You can’t go skimping on the reward part of the equation.”

Kyungil continues. “It’s the opposite of a farm. We’re into maximizing today, not tomorrow.”

The statement strikes you as poignant. Like they didn’t see a big future for themselves. It was definitely not like a farm. On a farm you were always thinking about tomorrow. Again your thoughts go to your sisters.

A better person would go back immediately you think as you try and conjure up some sense of missing the life that you had left behind. But you couldn’t. You remind yourself that you had just seen them that morning and if you stay you can get the money to save the life they loved. You impress even yourself at the amount of excuses you are able to come up with in order to make it okay for you to stay.

‘Bottom line: going back goes against everything I stand for.’ You say to yourself. You had felt like you’d been locked up tight in a closet, suffocating, and now you are free, and just need to stay out a little while longer, gasping at your fill of cool, fresh air.

“I really need to get a message to my sisters.”

“We’ll talk to T.O.P.” Kyungil hoists himself out of the hot tub and grabs a towel and bathrobe for the three of you to bundle up in. Minutes later, the food arrives.

~ 짱 ~

Eventually you end up on Kyungil’s lap with Soohyuk’s feet in yours. There’s a knock at the door and someone calls out. “Room service.”

Kyungil exchanges glances with Soohyuk. “Enter.” He calls.

A new room service waiter enters with a bucket of ice and a new bottle of champagne.

Kyungil smiles and roughly dislodges you from his lap. “Please take the empty.”

Soohyuk springs up. “Awesome!”

Kyungil collects some of the discarded clothes as the waiter pops the cork. He was a big guy with splotchy skin. “May I?”

“Sure.” You push your glass to the center of the table, watching the bubbles dance in the golden liquid as he pours, marveling at how you’d been tied to that very table earlier. It now seems funny to use it for any other purpose now. You bring glass up to your lips.

“Don’t drink it.” Soohyuk calls out, startling you.

“What?” You look up. Soohyuk stands behind the waiter, holding a gun to his ribs. Your eyes widen.

Kyungil rips a piece of duct tape from a roll and slaps it over the man’s mouth, then yanks a gun from the man’s pocket and sets it on the table. Soohyuk extracts a walled, handling the man roughly.

Kyungil yanks the man’s head back by his hair and the man’s eyes look rabid. “How many are out there?”

The man mumbles frantically under the tape.

“What’s going on?” I can’t believe the change in Kyungil and Soohyuk, as if they’d transformed into dangerous militants.

Soohyuk searched through the man’s wallet and extracted an ID. “Always convenient to know where a man lives. On account of the propensity to give wrong information.”

Kyungil jerks the man by the hair. “Fingers. How many?”

You back up.

“Fine.” Soohyuk says, he walks over and opens the sliding door to the balcony. The night sounds burst in through the door on a rush of cool air. “Off you go. One.” A pause. “Two.”

The man mumbles and holds up both hands.

“Where?”

The man mumbles again.

“Fuck up and we’ll waste you right here.” Kyungil rips the tape from his mouth.

The man blurts out. “Seven in the hall, two at each exit. You can still walk out of here. We can negotiate.”

“Fucking-g negotiations.” Kyungil spits the word and you notice, not for the first time, a slight accent. “Fuck them.”

The waiter addresses you. “I don’t know where you came from, but I know you’re not part of this. You can help yourself. These guys won’t help you, but you make this go-”

“Enough.” Kyungil grabs the champagne bottle and squeezes the man’s cheeks together.

He pours the champagne into the man’s mouth. “Drink.” The man spits and struggles.

“Now.” Soohyuk shoves the gun into the man’s temple and the man starts chugging and then coughing. Kyungil slaps a hand over the man’s mouth, forcing him to swallow, and they force feed him some more.

You pull your bathrobe tight around you. The man stumbles back, seeming to lose his balance, and then he collapses onto the floor. Soohyuk kneels beside him and pulls open one of the man’s eyelids. “Jesus.”

Kyungil duct tapes the man’s mouth and hands before dragging him off.

“What’s going on? Did they chase us here?”

“This isn’t from the robbery.” Soohyuk says, pulling on his pants. “It’s from something else. Get your clothes on.”

“Are they cops?”

“No.”

You gather your clothes and pull them on with shaking hands. “Seven guys in the hall? What are you going to do? He said you can still walk out of here.”

“He was lying, Miri.” Soohyuk slings a drawstring backpack onto his back. Kyungil comes back and puts one of his own on. “We don’t get to walk out of anywhere. We wouldn’t make it to the elevator.”

“But they’re from the government?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Kyungil supplies, tossing a rope out on the balcony and attaching part to the wrought iron railing.

“We’re going over?”

“No, we’re going up. Come on.” Soohyuk rushes down a hall into the far bathroom and starts pulling off ceiling panels until he gets to a locked hatch. Kyungil climbs up onto the side of the tub and works at the lock with a set of tiny tools.

Soohyuk puts a hand on your shoulder. “We’re going to leave you up on the roof and you’ll stay there. You’ll be safe there. They don’t even know you exist right now. The recon man was surprised by your presence. Did you see that, Hyung?”

Kyungil grunts his assent.

“He expected three guys, and he got two guys and a girl. And he’ll be out for a day.”

“But the first room service waiter saw me.”

Soohyuk shakes his head. “That one was a real waiter. They keep their noses down. He didn’t see you or didn’t give the information to these guys.”

Kyungil shoves open the latch and hoists himself up.

“What about you guys?” You ask.

“Up.” Soohyuk laces his fingers together and makes a step with his hands. You take off your heels, strap them to your wrist, and scramble up into the dark space above the ceiling after Kyungil.

“Sub roof.” Kyungil whispers.

The place was humming with piped and fans and machines and it smelled like oil. It had a low ceiling, like a paradise for mechanically-inclined gnomes.

The rough cement floor was cold on your bare feet.

Soohyuk hoists himself up and he and Kyungil take great care to replace everything from above, making the bathroom ceiling look normal as possible. All the better to make people think they’ve gone over the side.

You climb up a ladder through a ceiling door and emerge on the dark rooftop in a forest of mammoth metal fans and blowers of different shapes and sizes. The roof was covered with black semi-spongy substance that felt warm beneath your feet. Wind whips your hair and your heart pounds. You feel as if you had stepped onto the edge of the world.

Kyungil pulls a phone from his bag and makes a call. He looks at Soohyuk and shakes his head. “Fuck me. Hey, T, get out and get to the car now. We’re up top. Visitors. Call us, dammit!” He stuffs his phone back in the pack.

“They thought he was there,” Soohyuk confirms. “Definitely.”

Kyungil gets up and peers over the side of the building, walking bent over like he was in a war zone, careful footsteps across the dark roof, before quickly walking back over.

“What’s happening?” You ask breathlessly.

“What’s happening is that we forced you up here.” Kyungil clutches your shoulders. “Listen, we terrorized you, cut your hair, kept you drugged, got it? Act catatonic and too upset to talk about anything. If they’ve hooked you up with the stunt you pulled in the traffic jam, there was a gun on you. Okay? But don’t volunteer it. Act traumatized and silent for as long as you goddamn want.”

You stare up at him, confused. “What about you?”

He shakes you. “Say it!”

“I can act silent and traumatized as long as I goddamn want.”

“Months If I want. They can’t fuck with me if I don’t talk. Say it.”

“They can’t fuck with me if I don’t talk,” You say. “Don’t worry. But what about you?”

“We’ll find T.O.P, get to the van, and try not to make a hot exit.”

“I can still be your hostage. Wouldn’t that help?” You ask, desperate to help in any way possible.

“It only helps if they want the hostage to remain alive. These aren’t cops, remember?”

“They wouldn’t care if I were killed?”

“They’d prefer it that way. Probably do it themselves. Witnesses tend to complicate things.” Soohyuk answers.

“T.O.P-ssi is still in the workout room?”

“Yeah. But he’s not answering. Which means he’s heavy into some reps or he’s got trouble. But the recon guy seemed to believe Hung was in our suite so -- look, we just don’t know. We can’t let him go up to the suite, that’s all. We have to get back in.” Soohyuk says.

“You can’t go back in!” You grab onto Kyungil’s arm.

“We won’t leave without T.O.P. It’s not how we do things. We don’t leave each other behind.”

“No matter what?” You ask.

“No matter what.”

‘Meaning, they’d die before they’d leave each other.’ You conclude as shivers rack through your body.The kind of shivers that you get when you glimpse at something majestically bigger than yourself, like a rock in the middle of the ocean, and you realize it’s the tip of an underwater mountain. It’s here you think you fell in love with them. Not individually, but the group itself and their fierce one-for-all-ness.

“Drop into a room on the east?”

Soohyuk sighs at Kyungil’s suggestion and tries to call Seunghyun once again. “Fucking answer!” He whisper yells at the phone.

“You can’t go back inside and get him without risk, but what if I did?” You ask. “You need T.O.P-ssi to get out of the hotel right?”

Soohyuk shakes his head.

“You said they don’t know me. They’re watching for you, not me. For all they know, I’m a hotel guest. I can’t pop down to the workout room?”

“Pop down? No. Not at all.” Soohyuk says.

Kyungil pulls out his phone and stares at it. “If we hadn’t split up we’d be on the highway.”

“They’re probably in the room by now aren’t they? These guys wanting to kill you. And then they’ll start searching the hotel” And apparently they didn’t mind killing hostages and innocents. And you genuinely did not like whoever these guys are.

“They’re not in the room yet.” Kyungil says. Lord knows how he knows that you ponder.

You get up and scurry across the roof to the other side, just as Kyungil had, and looks over. You can see balconies below, the top floor balconies are maybe ten feet down. And far beyond was the pool. Tiny people swam and drank under lights, unaware of the drama above. You want to do something to help your guys, because in your mind they are completely and totally yours now.

Kyungil comes up beside you. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You could lower me, right? To that balcony? People never lock their balcony doors. I saw that on TV. I’d just walk through and take the elevator down. You said nobody knows who I am. This would be easy. For me.”

“What if somebody’s in the room?” Kyungil asks, watching your eyes.

“I’ll look, and if there are people, I’ll go to the next one.”

“It’s a long way down to be swinging between balconies.” Soohyuk comments.

“Are you being sexiest? The girl can’t do it? I’ve rock climbed. I’ve bungee and ski jumped. I’m already there. Just fucking lower me. Seriously, I can’t walk through the hotel? Oh, wait, no, I can. You guys can’t.”

“Still.” Soohyuk says.

“A messenger. The girl can’t even be a messenger? But just so you’re aware, it won’t be free. You’ll owe me. I’ll want something in exchange.”

This gets their attention. You noticed before that they are more apt to take you up on things when you demanded something in return and lock them into a bargain. This is a group that operates on consensual bargaining.

“What the favor?” Kyungil asks.

“It’ll cost twenty million won.”

“We have that.” Kyungil exchanges glances with Soohyuk. Something passes between them. “Let him freak.” Kyungil says, even though Soohyuk had said nothing. “Let him.”

Seunghyun, you conclude.

Soohyuk closes his eyes and you deduce that if you start participating like this, it will upset Seunghyun. But you can do it so easily. This is nothing compared to the ski jump.

You put your hands on the edge of the black tar and it’s still warm from the day. “Who has the van keys? How will you get to the van?”

“Just get the message to him, we’ll handle the van.” Kyungil holds a phone out to you. “Star two is Gwi. If you get to him and see that he’s in trouble, keep walking to the pool door and prop it open, then call us and describe the trouble.”

Soohyuk hisses out a breath and Kyungil snaps at him. “She volunteered. She’s a big girl. It’s not a hard task for somebody not afraid of heights. Miri, you just get to the workout room and tip off T.O.P.”

Kyungil tells you exactly where it is as he pulls a coiled wire out of his bag, hooks one end to something, and hands you a pair of gloves.

Soohyuk gives him a look.

“We’ll share your gloves.” Kyungil says in return.

He turns back towards you. “Go two floors down, not the top. It’ll be safer. Can you do that?”

“Sure.”

“Are you sure?” Asks Soohyuk.

“I’m thrilled, frankly.” In fact, you are greatly enjoying the feeling of being up on top of the ski jump, about to get exhilarated. You put on the gloves and make sure your strappy shoes were secured around your wrists. “Once I’m inside, should I take the elevator?”

“Definitely.” Kyungil says. “Be normal. And if you can’t find him, assume we’re gone, and do whatever you need to do to look out for yourself.”

You take hold of the wire and climb over the side. The gloves give you great traction and you hope that the guys will be okay with just one glove each. Slowly you slide down down, gently repelling off the balcony and sliding on down to the next one. You hook a leg over, then another, and you are there, feeling very Bond girl. You creep over and slide the door open a bit. You discover the door unlocked. The room is dark, which means it was either empty or the occupants are sleeping, in which case they will hopefully continue to sleep. You yank the cord to show you are set, take a breath, and creep inside.

Luck was with you as you realize the room is empty. You walk to the door, slip on your high heels, and go out into the hall, smiling sunnily at a family you pass.

~ 끝 ~