Thirteen: 60 Seconds (Ocean's Eleven AU)
Title: 60 Seconds
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): HimUp, DaeJae, JongLo
Summary: A minute is all it takes
A/N: all bc of kim sunggyu and his ridiculous everything. this is just a glimpse of what went on with himup in those seven-eight-ish months.
60 seconds is all I need for this story
You entered my heart
I don’t doubt that you took me away
Jongup meets Kim Himchan at four thirty-three on a bright autumn afternoon. Jongup meets him at the dance studio-is yanked by Himchan into a janitor’s closet and the older man is in a janitor’s uniform except there’s no possibility in Jongup’s mind that Himchan could ever be a janitor because Jongup looks into Himchan’s face (eyes) and the brilliant beauty stuns Jongup breathless, almost as breathless as Himchan himself seems.
Himchan cups a hand over Jongup’s mouth, smile stretching over his face and making crescent moons out of his eyes as they stand there, all too close for a first meeting, in the closet. “I like the way you bend,” Himchan whispers and his breath flutters against Jongup’s nose. “Wanna bend for me?”
Jongup nods dumbly and, at exactly four thirty-four, he falls in love.
His first job-his first con ever-is an easy one, even by his own rookie standards. Himchan does all the work, all the tricky business that Jongup can’t even fathom doing because it shows on his face blatantly whenever he lies under pressure. All Jongup has to do-all Jongup does-is contort himself into a tiny air vent, sliding along enough to get into the room and unlock it from the inside for Himchan. The older man has lock picks, he tells Jongup, but he doesn’t have the right picks for this particular kind of lock-he’s been trying to figure it out for a week, and Jongup is the only solution.
There’s no actual mark, just an objective, and it’s in the form of a dance trophy that Himchan plans to sell off to be melted down and sold again in pieces. The trophy is small and golden and bejeweled and Jongup has only seen it a few times on display. It’s wrapped up and Himchan makes it vanish as soon as they’ve made their escape out of the studio.
They officially finish the con at nine-fifteen and, there in the back alleyway of the dance studio, Himchan’s eyes suddenly meet Jongup’s. The younger man’s heartbeat is still thudding from the excitement-from the adrenaline rush, and maybe he wants to do this again (forever) only he doesn’t know if this means being with Himchan or if it means a con but he just wants this feeling over and over again, as much as possible.
It’s nine-sixteen when they kiss.
(eleven-oh-eight the next morning when Jongup wakes up in Himchan’s bed, in Himchan’s hotel room, naked with Himchan’s arms wrapped around him warmly and closely-and dark lashes brushing against the tops of Himchan’s cheeks and when the thief’s eyes open and he smiles at Jongup a little unsurely-one of the only times Jongup has ever seen Kim Himchan unsure-Jongup makes a decision
at eleven-oh-nine, Jongup knows that when Himchan leaves town today, Jongup is going with him)
Himchan takes Jongup all around the country. They’re constantly moving and it’s not long before Jongup becomes more than accustomed to never carrying a suitcase, always buying clothes and whatever else he needs with the endless reserves of money Himchan seems to have, making up excuses that fall from his tongue easily for his parents and friends-and nothing seems to matter much anymore except for the cons and Himchan.
A con takes them to Daegu and they’ve just finished a week of recon and Jongup falls into bed exhausted. Himchan collapses beside him just a moment later and they’re both dead asleep in the next breath. All Jongup knows is black bliss for what feels like an eternity before he’s being awaken again-spooked into consciousness-by soft whimpering beside him and it can’t have been an eternity after all because everything is still dark outside the hotel room window.
At two fifty-five in the morning, Jongup sits up bolt straight and tries to shake Himchan out of his nightmare. The older man’s face is contorted into fear-pain-and there aren’t any tears but the thief is sobbing, wracking breaths that shake his entire body and Jongup is terrified and Jongup doesn’t know what to do-he just keeps shaking Himchan and why won’t he wake up-why won’t-
“Jongup-ah?”
And Himchan’s eyes are damp when they open and sweat is beginning to bead on his forehead, strands of black hair (it’s getting longer) clinging to his face.
“Hyung,” Jongup breathes, all kinds of worry in his voice. “What’s-”
But Himchan has already torn away, standing up out of bed and heading to the bathroom. The lights flicker on, the lock clicks into place, and the water begins to run.
Jongup forces himself to go back to sleep at two fifty-six.
Four months into being with Himchan and there comes a con where, in just the planning stages, Himchan slams his palms down on the blueprints and says, “We need two more.”
Two more end up being Jung Daehyun and Yoo Youngjae. They’re closer to Jongup’s own age (and when he first meets Daehyun, he thinks that Daehyun is a medical student except then he thinks Daehyun could be a lawyer or maybe a mailman but also possibly a culinary student or maybe a farmer and possibly a fisherman until Himchan tells Jongup that Daehyun’s just trying to be a funny show-off-and it’s not much better when he meets Youngjae who nearly blows Jongup’s ears off quite literally) and Jongup falls a bit in love with them.
Neither of them carries the same kind of magic that Himchan does, but they bring their own smoke and mirrors with them and it’s more than enough to dazzle Jongup blind.
It’s the first time Jongup’s done a job with anyone other than Himchan, with more than just one other person, and it’s fun. He has fun-lots-and he hopes he was useful-knows he was useful when Daehyun winks at him as they pass each other in the museum, when Youngjae shares a grin with him as the safe door explodes in the background. (and Jongup ogles just a little, tries his best to keep it down to a minimum even though Himchan is laughing himself sick, when Youngjae and Daehyun start eating each other’s faces once the job is done)
He’s a little sad when he sees both of them with their suitcases packed and ready to leave the hotel for their separate, respective flights.
“Just the way it is, kid,” Daehyun says, warm Busan accent already faded into something faintly Japanese and crooked (already flitting into his next con and he hasn’t even got into the taxi yet). Those full lips curve into a smile for Jongup as the con man wraps his arm around Jongup’s shoulders. “See you when I see you.”
The greaseman watches him climb into the taxi at eight thirty-nine in the morning.
Youngjae’s taxi pulls up at eight-forty and the older man presses a considerably sized box into Jongup’s hands, eyebrows raised cheerily. “In case you need to blast some shit and hyung’s not around,” he grins, clapping Jongup’s cheek playfully.
Himchan comes to stand beside Jongup just as Youngjae salutes them and slides into cab.
On their fourth night in Hong Kong, at five-oh-six in the morning, Jongup is awoken by familiar whimpering (by now, six months in to being with Himchan, it’s far too familiar) and he sets to shake Himchan awake again. It’s a routine ritual at this point and Jongup has given up trying to ask the older man what the nightmares are about-has given up trying to ask Himchan how Jongup can help because Himchan refuses to talk about it the next morning, and refuses to look at Jongup after he’s woken up from the nightmare.
This night is no different and at five-oh-seven, Himchan is already holed up in the bathroom, showering away the tears and the horrors and Jongup is left, sleepless, staring up at the ceiling and wondering why he fell in love with a thief.
(and why does he love him so much-why can’t he stop-why does it hurt-how do you steal your heart back from a thief)
A month later and they’re back in Seoul.
Jongup knows it’s ending and he hasn’t done anything to stop or delay it because he knows (now-but he wishes he’d known earlier-wishes he hadn’t been stupid enough to think that someone as brilliant as Himchan would love back someone as ordinary as himself) that there’s someone else in Himchan’s heart-that there’s always been someone else and Himchan’s given up trying to replace that someone with Jongup.
And Jongup’s given up trying to be a replacement.
They’re standing in front of the studio at seven-seventeen in the evening.
“Looking forward to dancing again?” Himchan asks with a soft smile. His hand cups Jongup’s cheek.
Jongup swallows. “I’ll still bend for you,” he says, “if you still want me to-whenever-wherever-”
A kiss-the older man kisses him-a thief’s kiss and Jongup tilts his head up into it.
“Sorry,” Himchan whispers, when they break apart, “and thanks-for everything, Jongup-ah.”
It’s seven-eighteen when Himchan walks away, leaving Jongup alone at the doorstep of the studio.
60 seconds is all I need for this story
You disappeared from my life
I didn’t hold you back
(At three-fifteen on a sunny afternoon, Jongup blinks up in surprise as he straightens himself out of position. Junhong’s eyes and grin are wide-impressed. “How do you bend like that?” he asks in wonderment and Jongup feels the tips of his ears warm even though he knows Junhong is younger. It’s the way Junhong projects confidence so easily-but is still so easy-going that Jongup feels like they’re the same age rather than a year apart.
“It’s not hard,” Jongup finds himself saying and smiling back. “Wanna learn?”
Junhong laughs. “Definitely, hyung.”
And Jongup’s phone, on the windowsill, reads three-sixteen.)
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): HimUp, DaeJae, JongLo
Summary: A minute is all it takes
A/N: all bc of kim sunggyu and his ridiculous everything. this is just a glimpse of what went on with himup in those seven-eight-ish months.
60 seconds is all I need for this story
You entered my heart
I don’t doubt that you took me away
Jongup meets Kim Himchan at four thirty-three on a bright autumn afternoon. Jongup meets him at the dance studio-is yanked by Himchan into a janitor’s closet and the older man is in a janitor’s uniform except there’s no possibility in Jongup’s mind that Himchan could ever be a janitor because Jongup looks into Himchan’s face (eyes) and the brilliant beauty stuns Jongup breathless, almost as breathless as Himchan himself seems.
Himchan cups a hand over Jongup’s mouth, smile stretching over his face and making crescent moons out of his eyes as they stand there, all too close for a first meeting, in the closet. “I like the way you bend,” Himchan whispers and his breath flutters against Jongup’s nose. “Wanna bend for me?”
Jongup nods dumbly and, at exactly four thirty-four, he falls in love.
His first job-his first con ever-is an easy one, even by his own rookie standards. Himchan does all the work, all the tricky business that Jongup can’t even fathom doing because it shows on his face blatantly whenever he lies under pressure. All Jongup has to do-all Jongup does-is contort himself into a tiny air vent, sliding along enough to get into the room and unlock it from the inside for Himchan. The older man has lock picks, he tells Jongup, but he doesn’t have the right picks for this particular kind of lock-he’s been trying to figure it out for a week, and Jongup is the only solution.
There’s no actual mark, just an objective, and it’s in the form of a dance trophy that Himchan plans to sell off to be melted down and sold again in pieces. The trophy is small and golden and bejeweled and Jongup has only seen it a few times on display. It’s wrapped up and Himchan makes it vanish as soon as they’ve made their escape out of the studio.
They officially finish the con at nine-fifteen and, there in the back alleyway of the dance studio, Himchan’s eyes suddenly meet Jongup’s. The younger man’s heartbeat is still thudding from the excitement-from the adrenaline rush, and maybe he wants to do this again (forever) only he doesn’t know if this means being with Himchan or if it means a con but he just wants this feeling over and over again, as much as possible.
It’s nine-sixteen when they kiss.
(eleven-oh-eight the next morning when Jongup wakes up in Himchan’s bed, in Himchan’s hotel room, naked with Himchan’s arms wrapped around him warmly and closely-and dark lashes brushing against the tops of Himchan’s cheeks and when the thief’s eyes open and he smiles at Jongup a little unsurely-one of the only times Jongup has ever seen Kim Himchan unsure-Jongup makes a decision
at eleven-oh-nine, Jongup knows that when Himchan leaves town today, Jongup is going with him)
Himchan takes Jongup all around the country. They’re constantly moving and it’s not long before Jongup becomes more than accustomed to never carrying a suitcase, always buying clothes and whatever else he needs with the endless reserves of money Himchan seems to have, making up excuses that fall from his tongue easily for his parents and friends-and nothing seems to matter much anymore except for the cons and Himchan.
A con takes them to Daegu and they’ve just finished a week of recon and Jongup falls into bed exhausted. Himchan collapses beside him just a moment later and they’re both dead asleep in the next breath. All Jongup knows is black bliss for what feels like an eternity before he’s being awaken again-spooked into consciousness-by soft whimpering beside him and it can’t have been an eternity after all because everything is still dark outside the hotel room window.
At two fifty-five in the morning, Jongup sits up bolt straight and tries to shake Himchan out of his nightmare. The older man’s face is contorted into fear-pain-and there aren’t any tears but the thief is sobbing, wracking breaths that shake his entire body and Jongup is terrified and Jongup doesn’t know what to do-he just keeps shaking Himchan and why won’t he wake up-why won’t-
“Jongup-ah?”
And Himchan’s eyes are damp when they open and sweat is beginning to bead on his forehead, strands of black hair (it’s getting longer) clinging to his face.
“Hyung,” Jongup breathes, all kinds of worry in his voice. “What’s-”
But Himchan has already torn away, standing up out of bed and heading to the bathroom. The lights flicker on, the lock clicks into place, and the water begins to run.
Jongup forces himself to go back to sleep at two fifty-six.
Four months into being with Himchan and there comes a con where, in just the planning stages, Himchan slams his palms down on the blueprints and says, “We need two more.”
Two more end up being Jung Daehyun and Yoo Youngjae. They’re closer to Jongup’s own age (and when he first meets Daehyun, he thinks that Daehyun is a medical student except then he thinks Daehyun could be a lawyer or maybe a mailman but also possibly a culinary student or maybe a farmer and possibly a fisherman until Himchan tells Jongup that Daehyun’s just trying to be a funny show-off-and it’s not much better when he meets Youngjae who nearly blows Jongup’s ears off quite literally) and Jongup falls a bit in love with them.
Neither of them carries the same kind of magic that Himchan does, but they bring their own smoke and mirrors with them and it’s more than enough to dazzle Jongup blind.
It’s the first time Jongup’s done a job with anyone other than Himchan, with more than just one other person, and it’s fun. He has fun-lots-and he hopes he was useful-knows he was useful when Daehyun winks at him as they pass each other in the museum, when Youngjae shares a grin with him as the safe door explodes in the background. (and Jongup ogles just a little, tries his best to keep it down to a minimum even though Himchan is laughing himself sick, when Youngjae and Daehyun start eating each other’s faces once the job is done)
He’s a little sad when he sees both of them with their suitcases packed and ready to leave the hotel for their separate, respective flights.
“Just the way it is, kid,” Daehyun says, warm Busan accent already faded into something faintly Japanese and crooked (already flitting into his next con and he hasn’t even got into the taxi yet). Those full lips curve into a smile for Jongup as the con man wraps his arm around Jongup’s shoulders. “See you when I see you.”
The greaseman watches him climb into the taxi at eight thirty-nine in the morning.
Youngjae’s taxi pulls up at eight-forty and the older man presses a considerably sized box into Jongup’s hands, eyebrows raised cheerily. “In case you need to blast some shit and hyung’s not around,” he grins, clapping Jongup’s cheek playfully.
Himchan comes to stand beside Jongup just as Youngjae salutes them and slides into cab.
On their fourth night in Hong Kong, at five-oh-six in the morning, Jongup is awoken by familiar whimpering (by now, six months in to being with Himchan, it’s far too familiar) and he sets to shake Himchan awake again. It’s a routine ritual at this point and Jongup has given up trying to ask the older man what the nightmares are about-has given up trying to ask Himchan how Jongup can help because Himchan refuses to talk about it the next morning, and refuses to look at Jongup after he’s woken up from the nightmare.
This night is no different and at five-oh-seven, Himchan is already holed up in the bathroom, showering away the tears and the horrors and Jongup is left, sleepless, staring up at the ceiling and wondering why he fell in love with a thief.
(and why does he love him so much-why can’t he stop-why does it hurt-how do you steal your heart back from a thief)
A month later and they’re back in Seoul.
Jongup knows it’s ending and he hasn’t done anything to stop or delay it because he knows (now-but he wishes he’d known earlier-wishes he hadn’t been stupid enough to think that someone as brilliant as Himchan would love back someone as ordinary as himself) that there’s someone else in Himchan’s heart-that there’s always been someone else and Himchan’s given up trying to replace that someone with Jongup.
And Jongup’s given up trying to be a replacement.
They’re standing in front of the studio at seven-seventeen in the evening.
“Looking forward to dancing again?” Himchan asks with a soft smile. His hand cups Jongup’s cheek.
Jongup swallows. “I’ll still bend for you,” he says, “if you still want me to-whenever-wherever-”
A kiss-the older man kisses him-a thief’s kiss and Jongup tilts his head up into it.
“Sorry,” Himchan whispers, when they break apart, “and thanks-for everything, Jongup-ah.”
It’s seven-eighteen when Himchan walks away, leaving Jongup alone at the doorstep of the studio.
60 seconds is all I need for this story
You disappeared from my life
I didn’t hold you back
(At three-fifteen on a sunny afternoon, Jongup blinks up in surprise as he straightens himself out of position. Junhong’s eyes and grin are wide-impressed. “How do you bend like that?” he asks in wonderment and Jongup feels the tips of his ears warm even though he knows Junhong is younger. It’s the way Junhong projects confidence so easily-but is still so easy-going that Jongup feels like they’re the same age rather than a year apart.
“It’s not hard,” Jongup finds himself saying and smiling back. “Wanna learn?”
Junhong laughs. “Definitely, hyung.”
And Jongup’s phone, on the windowsill, reads three-sixteen.)