Gamblers
Title: Gamblers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jonghyun/Gwiboon, Onew/Taeyeon
Summary: If you wanna get with Gwiboon, there’s some things you’ve got to know: she likes her bets high and her guns loaded up. She’s not that hard to figure out - in fact, an idiot could solve this rubik’s cube in 6 seconds. If he has puppy-eyes and uneven nostrils.
Notes: Epilogue is coming! Fuck lj was being a bitch ;_;
[ Previous]
If you asked Gwiboon why she did what she did, she would most likely smile, shrug, and avoid the question. It wasn’t that she didn’t know why she was doing what she was doing - the robbing, the stealing, the heists. It was simply because she liked to be a mystery, she liked to keep people guessing, and in her mind, it was all a huge game and she held all the right cards.
She was the dealer, after all.
As it were, with two accidental accomplices and one young faithful, but naïve counterpart, Gwiboon had her work cut out for her. Glitz and glamour wasn’t a commodity in Gwiboon’s life, but she had craved it since she had been young. Her mother used to watch day time soap operas, where the girls wore pretty jewelry and expensive furs and gossiped over cocktails and little Gwiboon could only dream that one day she would be among those women - be one of them, with a rich husband, a heavy rock on her finger, and a shiny new car. But since her mom worked two jobs and Gwiboon had dropped out of high school, the finer things in life would have to be achieved in more… creative ways.
‘Creative’ being Gwiboon’s word of choice.
She remembered Taeyeon asking her once if she would ever quit; if she would find a man, fall in love, and settle down. Gwiboon had laughed, pat Taeyeon on the head, and called her cute. But in the pit of her stomach Gwiboon saw the warmth in Taeyeon’s eyes, she saw the yearning for a happy future… she saw what she couldn’t give the younger girl. And in the past weeks she saw who was able to give Taeyeon what she needed, what she was craving, what she was looking for; and to be honest, it was ripping Gwiboon apart from the inside. She should have known that Taeyeon would fall for a doof like Jinki. She should have known that she couldn’t keep Taeyeon under her wing for forever, either.
The little birdie was bound to fly away from the nest sometime and that time was upon them - whether Gwiboon was ready to accept it or not. The problem with all of this was that while Taeyeon pretty much knew what she wanted to do with her future, Gwiboon did not. Glitz and glamour still wasn’t a commodity in Gwiboon’s life, despite the stays in Hiltons and BMW’s and fine dresses and jewelries she could wear.
Diamonds faded while the emptiness in her heart grew.
--
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Taeyeon and Jinki had gone out for the day on a date or something cheesy like that, leaving Gwiboon and Jonghyun alone in the hotel. They were watching HBO and lounging on the bed in their pajamas, unkempt and still yawning from their late night out at the casino. They hadn’t gone out and scammed the entire thing; in fact, they just had a nice night out, with dinner and drinks that ended with them watching a movie in their hotel room. Gwiboon arched a brow as she glanced over towards Jonghyun, who was giving her a curious look.
“What,” she deadpanned, rolling onto her stomach.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” he repeated his question easily, scratching the side of his nose before ruffling up his red hair.
Gwiboon wrinkled her nose, sitting up and throwing her hair up into a ponytail, not feeling like dealing with Jonghyun’s bullshit so early in the morning. Well technically it was past noon, but whatever. “Idiot, we are grown up.”
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, “We are not.”
“Maybe you’re not,” Gwiboon threw a pillow at him.
He threw it back, “I mean it. Is this really the reality you wanted for yourself or was there something else you wanted?”
“Do you want me to say something dumb and insightful like ‘Oh, I wanted to be a school teacher’, or ‘I would like to be a doctor’?” the blonde lay back against the headboard and folded her legs Indian style, feeling like she was being scolded for something and like she needed to defend herself. “This is what I’ve wanted to do since I was little. I like having lots of money.”
“You could’ve gotten lots of money by going to college and getting a degree,” Jonghyun suggested.
“Or by marrying a rich man,” Gwiboon said with a grin, trying to lift the seriousness of the mood.
Jonghyun snorted, “Can’t you make an effort in anything? Why does everything have to be about getting your way?”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but that’s sort of how it’s been working out for me lately.” Gwiboon huffed, grabbing the remote and flipping the channel, just for the sake of irritating Jonghyun.
“Do you feel any gratification out of things just being handed to you?” he sounded genuinely confused.
“Yes. Now shut up.” She turned the volume up on the television, and then let out a sigh when the bed dipped with Jonghyun’s weight. She really wasn’t in the mood for this; her parents had given her enough shit when they found out what her extra-curricular activities were, and she didn’t need some self-righteous idiot that couldn’t do simple addition telling her right from wrong when she was an adult and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. Her eyes roved over to Jonghyun, who was staring intently at her, and she felt her heart stammer into her throat; his eyes were so deep and expressive, and she had never seen him look so serious before.
Fucking asshole.
“You could do great things,” Jonghyun said softly, on his hands and knees, closed fists propping him up, biceps bulging and trapeziums flexing underneath the tank top he was wearing. Gwiboon tried really hard to not let her eyes wander.
“Am I not doing great things now?” she tilted her head, feigning insult as she blinked up at him.
His eyes narrowed a bit and he seemed to weigh his words, before he shrugged and pulled away. “I suppose you’re doing wrong things for great reasons.”
“Don’t you mean great things for wrong reasons?” Gwiboon arched a brow.
Jonghyun grinned, as the sound of Jinki and Taeyeon’s laughter rang throughout the hallway, signaling their return.
“No. You’ve got pretty good reason.”
--
It was really stupid how an idiot that drove a really gay truck that barely knew how to do basic math could figure out Gwiboon better than her own best friend could. He was a louse and a pervert, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and he had bi-sexual tendencies that were both cringe-worthy and blush-inducing, and as they all lay low for a few days to let the excitement about their last heist die down, Gwiboon found herself getting closer and closer to adding ‘murder’ to her long rap sheet.
“Get your hand off of my leg.” She spoke through clenched teeth in the car, stuck in traffic, riding passenger at Jonghyun’s begging to drive the Beamer.
“Nope,” Jonghyun grinned wolfishly, his fingers splaying and walking up the top of her thigh. “Maybe you should actually wear clothes.”
“I am wearing clothes,” she hissed, slapping his hand away before it could creep up her denim cut-off shorts. And, well, she was wearing clothes. Just… not a lot.
“This traffic is ridiculous, we haven’t moved for five minutes,” Jonghyun groused as he flipped through the radio stations.
Gwiboon unbuckled herself, the heat of the sun coming in through the window making her sweat against the leather seat. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and yawned, before turning around and reaching over the seat to grab for her water bottle that had fallen onto the floor. She had only been searching for a few seconds when she felt Jonghyun’s hand connect with her ass - it stung, she yelped, and she accidentally kicked the glove compartment open when she reeled and shoved Jonghyun, who merely laughed and stole her water, taking a huge gulp.
“Like I said, you should be wearing clothes. I wouldn’t be so tempted.”
Not even bothering to grace him with a response, Gwiboon tipped the water bottle in his hand so the mouth of it slid from his lips and spilled the icy drink down his front and into his lap. Gasping, Jonghyun cursed and slammed on the brakes, the car jolting to a halt as Gwiboon snorted and laughed obnoxiously, taking the water bottle and drinking the rest of what was inside. Patting down his front, Jonghyun threw her a dirty look, as traffic once again crawled to a stop on the freeway, Gwiboon cracking her window a bit.
“Why did we even leave the hotel?” she asked rhetorically. They had left to get some more supplies; food, beverages, cigarettes. They hadn’t thought about the time when they left, but that had been their downfall on their way back, stuck in rush hour in a city they didn’t know too well.
“Is that our exit up there?” Jonghyun asked, nodding towards the nearest green sign.
Gwiboon squinted, and then looked at what she had written down on her hand. “No, we need exit 187B. That’s exit 168.”
“Why the fuck are we so far away,” Jonghyun dropped his forehead against the steering wheel of the car.
“Because you insisted on being a cheap ass and going to a shady part of town so we wouldn’t spend a lot of money and we wouldn’t get recognized. Two completely ridiculous things for fugitives to think about, in my opinion.” She fanned herself idly with a piece of paper from the glove compartment. Feeling Jonghyun’s eyes on her, she glanced over at him. “What?”
“You don’t think we shouldn’t hide our identities and be cheap with our money?”
Gwiboon laughed, “What difference does it make?”
Jonghyun stared for a few more seconds, and whatever other dumb things went through his head he obviously decided against saying because he just leaned back in his seat, letting out a soft breath. His hand returned to Gwiboon’s thigh and this time since she was in less danger of heat stroke she was a bit more welcoming to it, as she put her hand on top of his tanned one. His fingers spread and crept up her thigh a bit, fingers catching the fray of her denim, tugging on it idly, before his hand moved to the inside of her thigh. “Fuck it’s hot,” he commented, tilting his head from side to side to pop his neck.
“Mmhmm,” Gwiboon agreed. “This traffic sucks.”
“Find yourself a good radio station or pop in a CD ladies and gentleman, an accident has part of the road blocked off and you’ll be stuck on the freeway for a while. In other news, it’s hot hot hot! A whopping 97 degrees Celsius without a cloud in sight, that Sun is high in the sky and showing no signs of backing down. Keep yourself hydrated with our sponsors…”
Jonghyun turned off the radio, the news report immediately making them both groan. “Guess we gotta pass the time since we don’t have any CD’s huh?”
Gwiboon arched a brow, flipping through the glove box, hoping to find something to occupy their time. “Well I don’t know what to tell you…”
“I bet we’ll be stuck in the same spot for a while, ‘cause emergency crews will be heading up ahead of us to fix… whatever it is that happened.”
She could feel Jonghyun’s eyes searing into her exposed thighs, and it was already hot in the car without the air conditioning on (she complained that it made her allergies stuffy) but everything was magnified when she could practically feel him breathing down her neck in the small space. All at once both of his hands were on her - one was wrapping around her hip, the other grabbing her thigh as he pulled her over to him, forcing her to straddle his lap, pushing his groin up into her crotch. Her head bumped into the ceiling of the car once before she arched and bent her body to accommodate the space, and their breaths mingled as they started to move together, his hands on her ass and forcing her down harder and harder with each pass. Her knees were pressing into the leather seat, sliding against it from the sweat; she unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and opened it up, running her hands along his chest, the skin wet with perspiration, fingers slipping over his nipples, unable to find purchase as his fingers undid the button of her shorts.
Letting out a soft noise as Jonghyun buried his face in her breasts, she felt his nose pressing into her sternum as he inhaled her scent, her body temperature skyrocketing as condensation started to collect on the inside of the windows of the car, the vehicle itself rocking a bit with the motion of their bodies. Her feet moved and one of her cowboy boots turned on a blinker signal - they ignored it as his teeth grazed over the lining of her bra, pulling it aside so his tongue could brush over her nipple. Her manicured fingers moved along his neck, her head tilting back a bit, eyes half-closed as he started to work her shorts down her thighs. It took a bit of maneuvering but once her shorts were off he didn’t even bother with her panties, and the feel of his fingertips pressing into the line of her pelvis was making her head spin. Or maybe it was the heat. Whatever it was, she was completely overtaken, sweat pouring down the side of her face and neck as the late summer sun filtered through the car windows, bathing them both in an intense heat as they touched each other.
The fly of his pants was popped and his zipper was brought down, sweat dripping off of her nose and landing on his collarbone; she bent down and traced her tongue along the dips and curves, collecting the sweat and kissing the small freckle, moaning softly when Jonghyun’s fingers pulled the crotch of her panties aside, pressing teasingly against her pussy. She pushed down, trying to suck his fingers in, trying to get more of this feeling, but he wasn’t having any of that. Whining a bit, her nails scraped over his biceps, useless due to the amount of perspiration between the two of them.
Lifting her ass some, she slapped it down, the force of it making her cheeks and her thighs jiggle a bit - Jonghyun could feel the ripple in the palms of his hands and he let out an appreciative groan, and it was shortly after that Gwiboon felt the head of his dick pressing against her wetness, rubbing and teasing.
“Fuck,” Gwiboon panted, their foreheads pressed together, hair slowly becoming drenched and tangled with each other. “Fuck me, God damn.”
Jonghyun chuckled, because he knew what he was doing to her - he knew she was watching the way his muscles contorted under his caramel skin, he knew she was watching how his pupils dilated whenever she clenched her pussy in invitation. But she knew just as well as he did what was happening - how much she wanted him, and how much he wanted her. This was an equal opportunity and fuck the traffic around them, the accident could have cleared up and cars could be honking at them to move but in this moment neither of them cared as she sank down onto his cock and started to bounce, squeezing her muscles around his dick and wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing his face into her breasts. His breath was hot, too hot, her already overheated body going into overdrive as he ripped off her flannel shirt, the buttons popping and going in every which direction, leaving her in just her bra and panties as he fucked up into her. The car creaked with their motions as they moved together, a slow sinuous dance for a few paces and then hard and brutal for a few more. His hands slid all over her body, aided with the slickness of their sweat, not missing a beat or an inch of her skin and she felt the pleasure curling her toes and spreading throughout her abdomen and up into her chest, making her jaw drop and lips part and eyes hood.
Leaning back, her hands gripped the head rest of the seat behind Jonghyun, her shoulders hitting the horn once. She giggled, fixing herself, and Jonghyun smirked, holding onto her hips with a bruising force, pulling her down onto his cock and planting his feet into the floorboards of the car, pistoning his cock up into her body. She rode him like that, looking all too much like a cowgirl on a bronco, and Jonghyun was a stallion as he concentrated on twisting his hips deep into her.
“Fuck - fuck - Jonghyun…” she was so close to the edge she could taste it; she could feel the slow burn gathering in the pit of her stomach, she could feel the intense heat trickling up and down her spine. She moved forward to connect their lips, she felt him whisper her name against her mouth and she orgasmed, the force of it and the combination of the heat nearly causing her to black out.
He threw her off of his lap and she landed in the passenger seat in a heap, Jonghyun moving over to her, his muscles and veins bulging as he jerked himself off and came, ropes of cum spilling onto her tummy and the swell of her breasts. He sat back in his seat with a pant, gathering his breath, and Gwiboon lazily swam her finger in the white substance, bringing it to her lips to lick with a smirk.
Chuckling, Jonghyun’s jeans and boxers were around his knees, shirt unbuttoned - Gwiboon’s panties were in tact, her bra was still on, but her shirt was destroyed and her shorts were forgotten in the back of the car. Once they came down from their high, though, they finally realized the sound of car honks, and sat up right away, fumbling around to put on their seatbelts and get the car into gear to move -
Only to realize that it was just all the guys in the surrounding area giving them a thumbs up. Gwiboon blew them kisses, and Jonghyun sank down in his seat, embarrassed.
--
“Taeyeon,” Jonghyun spoke from the chair by the window, blowing the smoke from his cigarette out the screen.
“Hmm?” Taeyeon glanced up, her fingers occupied with braiding Gwiboon’s wet hair.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” the redhead asked.
Taeyeon smiled, “A dancer.”
Jonghyun smiled, “I bet you could do it.”
The young girl giggled, “I hope so, I’d really like to attend a dance academy…”
“Do it.” Jonghyun urged.
Gwiboon opened an eye, which narrowed in the direction of Jonghyun. Jinki sat up a bit on the bed, glancing over to Taeyeon as well.
“That’s a great idea,” the older man said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I mean… now that you have the money, you can afford to go to school for it, right? You can become a dancer.”
Taeyeon nodded, “I suppose you’re right.”
“That’s not what Taeyeon is saving up her money for,” Gwiboon said stoutly, and the tone of her voice made it sound like she wanted to end the conversation. And to be honest, she did want to end the conversation. She didn’t like the thought of Taeyeon leaving her - she didn’t like the thought of being alone, period.
“That’s not for you to decide,” Jonghyun said, sitting back in his chair and stubbing out his cigarette. “Right, Taeyeon?”
The younger girl smiled lightly and stayed quiet, continuing to braid Gwiboon’s hair. Jinki, however, lay back on the bed and laced his fingers behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with a smile. Sometimes Gwiboon thought about keeping Jonghyun around, and other times she really just wanted to shove a gun down his throat and tell him to suck.
“I want to travel,” Jinki said. “See the world. Learn as much as I can about as much as I can.” Jonghyun nodded, resting his cheek in his hand. Taeyeon smiled fondly over at Jinki, and Jinki returned the smile, before crossing his ankles. “I’d really like to travel… and then settle down. I’d like to be a husband, a father, when I grow up.” Jinki blushed lightly, scratching his cheek. “That’s what I’d like.”
Taeyeon’s smile turned even fonder as she finished up Gwiboon’s hair, and once she pat the older girl on the shoulder to let her know she was done, the blonde immediately stood up and rolled her eyes.
“Well isn’t that cute.” The blonde grabbed her hoodie off the back of Jonghyun’s chair, yanking it from behind the man, making him frown and lean forward a bit. Slinging it over her shoulders, she zipped it up and took a cigarette, before moving out onto the balcony, slamming the door behind her and lighting the cigarette.
The nicotine flowed through her lungs and veins and calmed her down only for a brief moment, before her thoughts caught up with her. Taeyeon leaving was becoming more and more of a reality; Gwiboon wanted her to live her dreams, do what she’s always wanted to do but never could because she was held back by her father and brother. That was why she had come back for Taeyeon, right? To give the girl a fair chance. This was it, and Gwiboon was acting like a stubborn child about to get her favorite toy taken away.
Leaning her elbows on the railing, Gwiboon looked out over the city, trying to clear her head. It was hard - Jonghyun’s laugh was rather annoying and they were watching a comedy movie. The sound rang throughout her ears and she rubbed her temples with her fingertips, taking a moment to reflect on him… and then promptly shoved those thoughts away.
“Idiot.”
“That’s not nice.”
Gwiboon turned around, surprised to see Jinki shutting the door quietly behind him, a soft smile on his lips.
“Can I join you?”
“You don’t smoke,” Gwiboon said bluntly, in an attempt to shoo him away.
Jinki shrugged, “It’s a nice night.”
Humming, Gwiboon turned back towards the railing, Jinki settling in next to her. He was quiet, like he most always was (unless he was panicking, in which he could always find something ridiculous to say), and when Gwiboon was about halfway through her cigarette, she spoke.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing, really.” Jinki shrugged, chuckling. “You’re the one that dragged us all out here, you know.”
That was all he said, and the words were heavier than the clouds in the air as they floated around Gwiboon’s head, her brows furrowing as Jinki pat her arm gently, and then turned and went inside. Biting her lower lip, Gwiboon finally felt guilt creep up on her - guilt for taking Taeyeon away from her home and hoarding her, guilt for ruining two stranger’s lives, guilt for not letting people do what they wanted to do while she had all the free will in the world.
“Fucking idiots,” she grumbled, stubbing out her cigarette and resting her face in her hands.
--
“Wake up.”
Gwiboon opened the curtains, sunlight pouring into the room directly onto the beds. Taeyeon whined and pulled the covers over her head, Jinki blinked and sat up, rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses, and Jonghyun didn’t move as he snored on.
“I said wake up, asshole!” Gwiboon took off her shoe and threw it at Jonghyun’s head, and the man just barely stirred as he sat up on his elbow a bit and stared blearily at her.
“Wassu’?” Jonghyun mumbled through a yawn, running a hand through his hair.
Gwiboon sat on the edge of Taeyeon and Jinki’s bed, smiling and running her fingers through Taeyeon’s fringe, tucking some of her hair behind her ear gingerly. “Hey.”
Taeyeon gave a slightly cautious smile, clearly suspicious. “Good morning, unnie.”
“I think you and Jinki should leave.”
The younger girl’s brows twitched, and her smile just barely faltered. “What?”
Gwiboon could see Jinki’s nod out of the corner of her eye, “I think you two should go.”
“Why?”
In all the years Gwiboon had known Taeyeon - and she’d known her for quite a while - she had never seen the girl cry. She could scrape her knee on the playground, she could break a leg, she should get rejected by her crush, she could even get beaten by her father. Lee Taeyeon didn’t ever shed a tear, and as her eyes shimmered while she searched Gwiboon’s face, the older girl felt her heart clench as she smiled.
“You should go to dance school. I know you want to be an instructor,” Gwiboon pat Taeyeon’s thigh gently, trying to not make it seem like a big deal that she was telling Taeyeon to go live her own life, without Gwiboon. “You can get a new identity, change your hair… You can be what you’ve always wanted to be.” She reached up, cupping Taeyeon’s cheek, rubbing her thumb along the bone gently. “I just wanted to help you out a bit. Get you started.”
“Unnie…” Taeyeon’s bottom lip quivered.
“Jinki will take care of you, he’s a good guy.” Gwiboon reached over and twisted Jinki’s nipple through his shirt, making him cry out and flail away. “Right?”
“Right!” he yelped.
“Come on, get up and dressed. The rental car is waiting for you guys at the lobby.”
Gwiboon stood up and got out of the way as Taeyeon and Jinki packed their things, the younger girl quiet and somber and throwing the blonde furtive glances. It was like she wanted Gwiboon to say ‘just kidding!’ and slap her on the back, to joke around like she usually did, but Gwiboon stood off to the side with her arms folded across her chest, still wearing her pajamas as the pair got everything in order.
“Are you going to walk us down?” Taeyeon asked quietly, once she had her bag all packed and was dressed, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. Gwiboon shook her head, her eyes wetting. She couldn’t watch Taeyeon drive away; it was hard enough watching her pack, knowing she was going to walk out that door and leave Gwiboon behind.
“Oh…” Taeyeon nodded, putting on a brave face. She walked over to Gwiboon and hugged her - the older girl wrapped her arms around Taeyeon tightly, hugging the skinny girl harder than she had ever hugged anyone in her life.
She hugged her like a mother, like a sister, like a best friend, and when she let go, she kissed Taeyeon’s lips gently, cupping her cheeks and pressing their foreheads together. “I love you,” Gwiboon said softly. “You’ll do well.”
“I love you,” Taeyeon said, smiling lightly, tears still not falling from her over-filled eyes. “I can never thank you enough.”
“You don’t have to.” Gwiboon hugged Jinki, the men shared their goodbyes and Jonghyun hugged Taeyeon as well, and when the door shut behind them and the lock clicked, Gwiboon sat down on the bed.
She let out a breath, feeling a weight lifted off her chest, and Jonghyun sat next to her, his hands folded in his lap.
“So.” He said, turning to glance at her.
She felt his eyes examining her face, watching the tears stream down her cheeks. “So.”
“What now?” he asked.
Frowning, she glanced over at him. “Aren’t you going to leave too?” She was sure that once his best friend left that he would go back to the life he had, put his money to good use and return to being an honest man. He had griped about it non-stop for the entire time they’d been together and Gwiboon was actually planning on him leaving after Jinki and Taeyeon left.
Jonghyun raised a brow, “Why would I?”
She squinted, “Why wouldn’t you?”
He snorted, “Someone needs to keep an eye on you.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.” She shoved him.
“No…” he rebounded from her shove and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a wet kiss on the cheek. “But you need company.”
“I do not,” she said firmly.
“Do too.”
“I don’t need the company of a five-year-old trapped in a man’s body.”
“Oh come on.”
She shoved at him again, “Get off.”
“But Gwiboonie, you’ll be all lonely now~”
“Oh my God don’t call me that.”
“Besides, if we save up another half a mil we can buy a time share in the Bahamas. Wouldn’t that be awesome?”
“… We are not a couple.”
“You’re ruining my fun.”
“You’re ruining my life.”
A brief wrestling match ensued, ending with Jonghyun pinning Gwiboon down on the bed, her cheeks flushed and hair coming out of the French braid that Taeyeon had put it in last night, eyes narrowed. He smirked, leaning down to kiss her lips, and she allowed it, her lips relaxed, her heart feeling light and airy at the prospect of not being entirely alone.
“I’ll let you ruin my life,” he said.
“Gee, thanks. I’m so humbled.”
He hopped off of her and moved over to his suitcase, starting to rifle through it. Sitting up, Gwiboon started to undo the braid, running her fingers through the wavy blonde strands. She watched him get dressed idly, wondering if she did the right thing by letting Taeyeon go - but ultimately, she knew in the end it was probably the best gamble she’d ever made.
“So if not the Bahamas, what about Tahiti?”
“I still have that gun, you know."
--> Epilogue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jonghyun/Gwiboon, Onew/Taeyeon
Summary: If you wanna get with Gwiboon, there’s some things you’ve got to know: she likes her bets high and her guns loaded up. She’s not that hard to figure out - in fact, an idiot could solve this rubik’s cube in 6 seconds. If he has puppy-eyes and uneven nostrils.
Notes: Epilogue is coming! Fuck lj was being a bitch ;_;
[ Previous]
If you asked Gwiboon why she did what she did, she would most likely smile, shrug, and avoid the question. It wasn’t that she didn’t know why she was doing what she was doing - the robbing, the stealing, the heists. It was simply because she liked to be a mystery, she liked to keep people guessing, and in her mind, it was all a huge game and she held all the right cards.
She was the dealer, after all.
As it were, with two accidental accomplices and one young faithful, but naïve counterpart, Gwiboon had her work cut out for her. Glitz and glamour wasn’t a commodity in Gwiboon’s life, but she had craved it since she had been young. Her mother used to watch day time soap operas, where the girls wore pretty jewelry and expensive furs and gossiped over cocktails and little Gwiboon could only dream that one day she would be among those women - be one of them, with a rich husband, a heavy rock on her finger, and a shiny new car. But since her mom worked two jobs and Gwiboon had dropped out of high school, the finer things in life would have to be achieved in more… creative ways.
‘Creative’ being Gwiboon’s word of choice.
She remembered Taeyeon asking her once if she would ever quit; if she would find a man, fall in love, and settle down. Gwiboon had laughed, pat Taeyeon on the head, and called her cute. But in the pit of her stomach Gwiboon saw the warmth in Taeyeon’s eyes, she saw the yearning for a happy future… she saw what she couldn’t give the younger girl. And in the past weeks she saw who was able to give Taeyeon what she needed, what she was craving, what she was looking for; and to be honest, it was ripping Gwiboon apart from the inside. She should have known that Taeyeon would fall for a doof like Jinki. She should have known that she couldn’t keep Taeyeon under her wing for forever, either.
The little birdie was bound to fly away from the nest sometime and that time was upon them - whether Gwiboon was ready to accept it or not. The problem with all of this was that while Taeyeon pretty much knew what she wanted to do with her future, Gwiboon did not. Glitz and glamour still wasn’t a commodity in Gwiboon’s life, despite the stays in Hiltons and BMW’s and fine dresses and jewelries she could wear.
Diamonds faded while the emptiness in her heart grew.
--
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Taeyeon and Jinki had gone out for the day on a date or something cheesy like that, leaving Gwiboon and Jonghyun alone in the hotel. They were watching HBO and lounging on the bed in their pajamas, unkempt and still yawning from their late night out at the casino. They hadn’t gone out and scammed the entire thing; in fact, they just had a nice night out, with dinner and drinks that ended with them watching a movie in their hotel room. Gwiboon arched a brow as she glanced over towards Jonghyun, who was giving her a curious look.
“What,” she deadpanned, rolling onto her stomach.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” he repeated his question easily, scratching the side of his nose before ruffling up his red hair.
Gwiboon wrinkled her nose, sitting up and throwing her hair up into a ponytail, not feeling like dealing with Jonghyun’s bullshit so early in the morning. Well technically it was past noon, but whatever. “Idiot, we are grown up.”
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, “We are not.”
“Maybe you’re not,” Gwiboon threw a pillow at him.
He threw it back, “I mean it. Is this really the reality you wanted for yourself or was there something else you wanted?”
“Do you want me to say something dumb and insightful like ‘Oh, I wanted to be a school teacher’, or ‘I would like to be a doctor’?” the blonde lay back against the headboard and folded her legs Indian style, feeling like she was being scolded for something and like she needed to defend herself. “This is what I’ve wanted to do since I was little. I like having lots of money.”
“You could’ve gotten lots of money by going to college and getting a degree,” Jonghyun suggested.
“Or by marrying a rich man,” Gwiboon said with a grin, trying to lift the seriousness of the mood.
Jonghyun snorted, “Can’t you make an effort in anything? Why does everything have to be about getting your way?”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but that’s sort of how it’s been working out for me lately.” Gwiboon huffed, grabbing the remote and flipping the channel, just for the sake of irritating Jonghyun.
“Do you feel any gratification out of things just being handed to you?” he sounded genuinely confused.
“Yes. Now shut up.” She turned the volume up on the television, and then let out a sigh when the bed dipped with Jonghyun’s weight. She really wasn’t in the mood for this; her parents had given her enough shit when they found out what her extra-curricular activities were, and she didn’t need some self-righteous idiot that couldn’t do simple addition telling her right from wrong when she was an adult and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. Her eyes roved over to Jonghyun, who was staring intently at her, and she felt her heart stammer into her throat; his eyes were so deep and expressive, and she had never seen him look so serious before.
Fucking asshole.
“You could do great things,” Jonghyun said softly, on his hands and knees, closed fists propping him up, biceps bulging and trapeziums flexing underneath the tank top he was wearing. Gwiboon tried really hard to not let her eyes wander.
“Am I not doing great things now?” she tilted her head, feigning insult as she blinked up at him.
His eyes narrowed a bit and he seemed to weigh his words, before he shrugged and pulled away. “I suppose you’re doing wrong things for great reasons.”
“Don’t you mean great things for wrong reasons?” Gwiboon arched a brow.
Jonghyun grinned, as the sound of Jinki and Taeyeon’s laughter rang throughout the hallway, signaling their return.
“No. You’ve got pretty good reason.”
--
It was really stupid how an idiot that drove a really gay truck that barely knew how to do basic math could figure out Gwiboon better than her own best friend could. He was a louse and a pervert, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and he had bi-sexual tendencies that were both cringe-worthy and blush-inducing, and as they all lay low for a few days to let the excitement about their last heist die down, Gwiboon found herself getting closer and closer to adding ‘murder’ to her long rap sheet.
“Get your hand off of my leg.” She spoke through clenched teeth in the car, stuck in traffic, riding passenger at Jonghyun’s begging to drive the Beamer.
“Nope,” Jonghyun grinned wolfishly, his fingers splaying and walking up the top of her thigh. “Maybe you should actually wear clothes.”
“I am wearing clothes,” she hissed, slapping his hand away before it could creep up her denim cut-off shorts. And, well, she was wearing clothes. Just… not a lot.
“This traffic is ridiculous, we haven’t moved for five minutes,” Jonghyun groused as he flipped through the radio stations.
Gwiboon unbuckled herself, the heat of the sun coming in through the window making her sweat against the leather seat. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and yawned, before turning around and reaching over the seat to grab for her water bottle that had fallen onto the floor. She had only been searching for a few seconds when she felt Jonghyun’s hand connect with her ass - it stung, she yelped, and she accidentally kicked the glove compartment open when she reeled and shoved Jonghyun, who merely laughed and stole her water, taking a huge gulp.
“Like I said, you should be wearing clothes. I wouldn’t be so tempted.”
Not even bothering to grace him with a response, Gwiboon tipped the water bottle in his hand so the mouth of it slid from his lips and spilled the icy drink down his front and into his lap. Gasping, Jonghyun cursed and slammed on the brakes, the car jolting to a halt as Gwiboon snorted and laughed obnoxiously, taking the water bottle and drinking the rest of what was inside. Patting down his front, Jonghyun threw her a dirty look, as traffic once again crawled to a stop on the freeway, Gwiboon cracking her window a bit.
“Why did we even leave the hotel?” she asked rhetorically. They had left to get some more supplies; food, beverages, cigarettes. They hadn’t thought about the time when they left, but that had been their downfall on their way back, stuck in rush hour in a city they didn’t know too well.
“Is that our exit up there?” Jonghyun asked, nodding towards the nearest green sign.
Gwiboon squinted, and then looked at what she had written down on her hand. “No, we need exit 187B. That’s exit 168.”
“Why the fuck are we so far away,” Jonghyun dropped his forehead against the steering wheel of the car.
“Because you insisted on being a cheap ass and going to a shady part of town so we wouldn’t spend a lot of money and we wouldn’t get recognized. Two completely ridiculous things for fugitives to think about, in my opinion.” She fanned herself idly with a piece of paper from the glove compartment. Feeling Jonghyun’s eyes on her, she glanced over at him. “What?”
“You don’t think we shouldn’t hide our identities and be cheap with our money?”
Gwiboon laughed, “What difference does it make?”
Jonghyun stared for a few more seconds, and whatever other dumb things went through his head he obviously decided against saying because he just leaned back in his seat, letting out a soft breath. His hand returned to Gwiboon’s thigh and this time since she was in less danger of heat stroke she was a bit more welcoming to it, as she put her hand on top of his tanned one. His fingers spread and crept up her thigh a bit, fingers catching the fray of her denim, tugging on it idly, before his hand moved to the inside of her thigh. “Fuck it’s hot,” he commented, tilting his head from side to side to pop his neck.
“Mmhmm,” Gwiboon agreed. “This traffic sucks.”
“Find yourself a good radio station or pop in a CD ladies and gentleman, an accident has part of the road blocked off and you’ll be stuck on the freeway for a while. In other news, it’s hot hot hot! A whopping 97 degrees Celsius without a cloud in sight, that Sun is high in the sky and showing no signs of backing down. Keep yourself hydrated with our sponsors…”
Jonghyun turned off the radio, the news report immediately making them both groan. “Guess we gotta pass the time since we don’t have any CD’s huh?”
Gwiboon arched a brow, flipping through the glove box, hoping to find something to occupy their time. “Well I don’t know what to tell you…”
“I bet we’ll be stuck in the same spot for a while, ‘cause emergency crews will be heading up ahead of us to fix… whatever it is that happened.”
She could feel Jonghyun’s eyes searing into her exposed thighs, and it was already hot in the car without the air conditioning on (she complained that it made her allergies stuffy) but everything was magnified when she could practically feel him breathing down her neck in the small space. All at once both of his hands were on her - one was wrapping around her hip, the other grabbing her thigh as he pulled her over to him, forcing her to straddle his lap, pushing his groin up into her crotch. Her head bumped into the ceiling of the car once before she arched and bent her body to accommodate the space, and their breaths mingled as they started to move together, his hands on her ass and forcing her down harder and harder with each pass. Her knees were pressing into the leather seat, sliding against it from the sweat; she unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and opened it up, running her hands along his chest, the skin wet with perspiration, fingers slipping over his nipples, unable to find purchase as his fingers undid the button of her shorts.
Letting out a soft noise as Jonghyun buried his face in her breasts, she felt his nose pressing into her sternum as he inhaled her scent, her body temperature skyrocketing as condensation started to collect on the inside of the windows of the car, the vehicle itself rocking a bit with the motion of their bodies. Her feet moved and one of her cowboy boots turned on a blinker signal - they ignored it as his teeth grazed over the lining of her bra, pulling it aside so his tongue could brush over her nipple. Her manicured fingers moved along his neck, her head tilting back a bit, eyes half-closed as he started to work her shorts down her thighs. It took a bit of maneuvering but once her shorts were off he didn’t even bother with her panties, and the feel of his fingertips pressing into the line of her pelvis was making her head spin. Or maybe it was the heat. Whatever it was, she was completely overtaken, sweat pouring down the side of her face and neck as the late summer sun filtered through the car windows, bathing them both in an intense heat as they touched each other.
The fly of his pants was popped and his zipper was brought down, sweat dripping off of her nose and landing on his collarbone; she bent down and traced her tongue along the dips and curves, collecting the sweat and kissing the small freckle, moaning softly when Jonghyun’s fingers pulled the crotch of her panties aside, pressing teasingly against her pussy. She pushed down, trying to suck his fingers in, trying to get more of this feeling, but he wasn’t having any of that. Whining a bit, her nails scraped over his biceps, useless due to the amount of perspiration between the two of them.
Lifting her ass some, she slapped it down, the force of it making her cheeks and her thighs jiggle a bit - Jonghyun could feel the ripple in the palms of his hands and he let out an appreciative groan, and it was shortly after that Gwiboon felt the head of his dick pressing against her wetness, rubbing and teasing.
“Fuck,” Gwiboon panted, their foreheads pressed together, hair slowly becoming drenched and tangled with each other. “Fuck me, God damn.”
Jonghyun chuckled, because he knew what he was doing to her - he knew she was watching the way his muscles contorted under his caramel skin, he knew she was watching how his pupils dilated whenever she clenched her pussy in invitation. But she knew just as well as he did what was happening - how much she wanted him, and how much he wanted her. This was an equal opportunity and fuck the traffic around them, the accident could have cleared up and cars could be honking at them to move but in this moment neither of them cared as she sank down onto his cock and started to bounce, squeezing her muscles around his dick and wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing his face into her breasts. His breath was hot, too hot, her already overheated body going into overdrive as he ripped off her flannel shirt, the buttons popping and going in every which direction, leaving her in just her bra and panties as he fucked up into her. The car creaked with their motions as they moved together, a slow sinuous dance for a few paces and then hard and brutal for a few more. His hands slid all over her body, aided with the slickness of their sweat, not missing a beat or an inch of her skin and she felt the pleasure curling her toes and spreading throughout her abdomen and up into her chest, making her jaw drop and lips part and eyes hood.
Leaning back, her hands gripped the head rest of the seat behind Jonghyun, her shoulders hitting the horn once. She giggled, fixing herself, and Jonghyun smirked, holding onto her hips with a bruising force, pulling her down onto his cock and planting his feet into the floorboards of the car, pistoning his cock up into her body. She rode him like that, looking all too much like a cowgirl on a bronco, and Jonghyun was a stallion as he concentrated on twisting his hips deep into her.
“Fuck - fuck - Jonghyun…” she was so close to the edge she could taste it; she could feel the slow burn gathering in the pit of her stomach, she could feel the intense heat trickling up and down her spine. She moved forward to connect their lips, she felt him whisper her name against her mouth and she orgasmed, the force of it and the combination of the heat nearly causing her to black out.
He threw her off of his lap and she landed in the passenger seat in a heap, Jonghyun moving over to her, his muscles and veins bulging as he jerked himself off and came, ropes of cum spilling onto her tummy and the swell of her breasts. He sat back in his seat with a pant, gathering his breath, and Gwiboon lazily swam her finger in the white substance, bringing it to her lips to lick with a smirk.
Chuckling, Jonghyun’s jeans and boxers were around his knees, shirt unbuttoned - Gwiboon’s panties were in tact, her bra was still on, but her shirt was destroyed and her shorts were forgotten in the back of the car. Once they came down from their high, though, they finally realized the sound of car honks, and sat up right away, fumbling around to put on their seatbelts and get the car into gear to move -
Only to realize that it was just all the guys in the surrounding area giving them a thumbs up. Gwiboon blew them kisses, and Jonghyun sank down in his seat, embarrassed.
--
“Taeyeon,” Jonghyun spoke from the chair by the window, blowing the smoke from his cigarette out the screen.
“Hmm?” Taeyeon glanced up, her fingers occupied with braiding Gwiboon’s wet hair.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” the redhead asked.
Taeyeon smiled, “A dancer.”
Jonghyun smiled, “I bet you could do it.”
The young girl giggled, “I hope so, I’d really like to attend a dance academy…”
“Do it.” Jonghyun urged.
Gwiboon opened an eye, which narrowed in the direction of Jonghyun. Jinki sat up a bit on the bed, glancing over to Taeyeon as well.
“That’s a great idea,” the older man said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I mean… now that you have the money, you can afford to go to school for it, right? You can become a dancer.”
Taeyeon nodded, “I suppose you’re right.”
“That’s not what Taeyeon is saving up her money for,” Gwiboon said stoutly, and the tone of her voice made it sound like she wanted to end the conversation. And to be honest, she did want to end the conversation. She didn’t like the thought of Taeyeon leaving her - she didn’t like the thought of being alone, period.
“That’s not for you to decide,” Jonghyun said, sitting back in his chair and stubbing out his cigarette. “Right, Taeyeon?”
The younger girl smiled lightly and stayed quiet, continuing to braid Gwiboon’s hair. Jinki, however, lay back on the bed and laced his fingers behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with a smile. Sometimes Gwiboon thought about keeping Jonghyun around, and other times she really just wanted to shove a gun down his throat and tell him to suck.
“I want to travel,” Jinki said. “See the world. Learn as much as I can about as much as I can.” Jonghyun nodded, resting his cheek in his hand. Taeyeon smiled fondly over at Jinki, and Jinki returned the smile, before crossing his ankles. “I’d really like to travel… and then settle down. I’d like to be a husband, a father, when I grow up.” Jinki blushed lightly, scratching his cheek. “That’s what I’d like.”
Taeyeon’s smile turned even fonder as she finished up Gwiboon’s hair, and once she pat the older girl on the shoulder to let her know she was done, the blonde immediately stood up and rolled her eyes.
“Well isn’t that cute.” The blonde grabbed her hoodie off the back of Jonghyun’s chair, yanking it from behind the man, making him frown and lean forward a bit. Slinging it over her shoulders, she zipped it up and took a cigarette, before moving out onto the balcony, slamming the door behind her and lighting the cigarette.
The nicotine flowed through her lungs and veins and calmed her down only for a brief moment, before her thoughts caught up with her. Taeyeon leaving was becoming more and more of a reality; Gwiboon wanted her to live her dreams, do what she’s always wanted to do but never could because she was held back by her father and brother. That was why she had come back for Taeyeon, right? To give the girl a fair chance. This was it, and Gwiboon was acting like a stubborn child about to get her favorite toy taken away.
Leaning her elbows on the railing, Gwiboon looked out over the city, trying to clear her head. It was hard - Jonghyun’s laugh was rather annoying and they were watching a comedy movie. The sound rang throughout her ears and she rubbed her temples with her fingertips, taking a moment to reflect on him… and then promptly shoved those thoughts away.
“Idiot.”
“That’s not nice.”
Gwiboon turned around, surprised to see Jinki shutting the door quietly behind him, a soft smile on his lips.
“Can I join you?”
“You don’t smoke,” Gwiboon said bluntly, in an attempt to shoo him away.
Jinki shrugged, “It’s a nice night.”
Humming, Gwiboon turned back towards the railing, Jinki settling in next to her. He was quiet, like he most always was (unless he was panicking, in which he could always find something ridiculous to say), and when Gwiboon was about halfway through her cigarette, she spoke.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing, really.” Jinki shrugged, chuckling. “You’re the one that dragged us all out here, you know.”
That was all he said, and the words were heavier than the clouds in the air as they floated around Gwiboon’s head, her brows furrowing as Jinki pat her arm gently, and then turned and went inside. Biting her lower lip, Gwiboon finally felt guilt creep up on her - guilt for taking Taeyeon away from her home and hoarding her, guilt for ruining two stranger’s lives, guilt for not letting people do what they wanted to do while she had all the free will in the world.
“Fucking idiots,” she grumbled, stubbing out her cigarette and resting her face in her hands.
--
“Wake up.”
Gwiboon opened the curtains, sunlight pouring into the room directly onto the beds. Taeyeon whined and pulled the covers over her head, Jinki blinked and sat up, rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses, and Jonghyun didn’t move as he snored on.
“I said wake up, asshole!” Gwiboon took off her shoe and threw it at Jonghyun’s head, and the man just barely stirred as he sat up on his elbow a bit and stared blearily at her.
“Wassu’?” Jonghyun mumbled through a yawn, running a hand through his hair.
Gwiboon sat on the edge of Taeyeon and Jinki’s bed, smiling and running her fingers through Taeyeon’s fringe, tucking some of her hair behind her ear gingerly. “Hey.”
Taeyeon gave a slightly cautious smile, clearly suspicious. “Good morning, unnie.”
“I think you and Jinki should leave.”
The younger girl’s brows twitched, and her smile just barely faltered. “What?”
Gwiboon could see Jinki’s nod out of the corner of her eye, “I think you two should go.”
“Why?”
In all the years Gwiboon had known Taeyeon - and she’d known her for quite a while - she had never seen the girl cry. She could scrape her knee on the playground, she could break a leg, she should get rejected by her crush, she could even get beaten by her father. Lee Taeyeon didn’t ever shed a tear, and as her eyes shimmered while she searched Gwiboon’s face, the older girl felt her heart clench as she smiled.
“You should go to dance school. I know you want to be an instructor,” Gwiboon pat Taeyeon’s thigh gently, trying to not make it seem like a big deal that she was telling Taeyeon to go live her own life, without Gwiboon. “You can get a new identity, change your hair… You can be what you’ve always wanted to be.” She reached up, cupping Taeyeon’s cheek, rubbing her thumb along the bone gently. “I just wanted to help you out a bit. Get you started.”
“Unnie…” Taeyeon’s bottom lip quivered.
“Jinki will take care of you, he’s a good guy.” Gwiboon reached over and twisted Jinki’s nipple through his shirt, making him cry out and flail away. “Right?”
“Right!” he yelped.
“Come on, get up and dressed. The rental car is waiting for you guys at the lobby.”
Gwiboon stood up and got out of the way as Taeyeon and Jinki packed their things, the younger girl quiet and somber and throwing the blonde furtive glances. It was like she wanted Gwiboon to say ‘just kidding!’ and slap her on the back, to joke around like she usually did, but Gwiboon stood off to the side with her arms folded across her chest, still wearing her pajamas as the pair got everything in order.
“Are you going to walk us down?” Taeyeon asked quietly, once she had her bag all packed and was dressed, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. Gwiboon shook her head, her eyes wetting. She couldn’t watch Taeyeon drive away; it was hard enough watching her pack, knowing she was going to walk out that door and leave Gwiboon behind.
“Oh…” Taeyeon nodded, putting on a brave face. She walked over to Gwiboon and hugged her - the older girl wrapped her arms around Taeyeon tightly, hugging the skinny girl harder than she had ever hugged anyone in her life.
She hugged her like a mother, like a sister, like a best friend, and when she let go, she kissed Taeyeon’s lips gently, cupping her cheeks and pressing their foreheads together. “I love you,” Gwiboon said softly. “You’ll do well.”
“I love you,” Taeyeon said, smiling lightly, tears still not falling from her over-filled eyes. “I can never thank you enough.”
“You don’t have to.” Gwiboon hugged Jinki, the men shared their goodbyes and Jonghyun hugged Taeyeon as well, and when the door shut behind them and the lock clicked, Gwiboon sat down on the bed.
She let out a breath, feeling a weight lifted off her chest, and Jonghyun sat next to her, his hands folded in his lap.
“So.” He said, turning to glance at her.
She felt his eyes examining her face, watching the tears stream down her cheeks. “So.”
“What now?” he asked.
Frowning, she glanced over at him. “Aren’t you going to leave too?” She was sure that once his best friend left that he would go back to the life he had, put his money to good use and return to being an honest man. He had griped about it non-stop for the entire time they’d been together and Gwiboon was actually planning on him leaving after Jinki and Taeyeon left.
Jonghyun raised a brow, “Why would I?”
She squinted, “Why wouldn’t you?”
He snorted, “Someone needs to keep an eye on you.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.” She shoved him.
“No…” he rebounded from her shove and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a wet kiss on the cheek. “But you need company.”
“I do not,” she said firmly.
“Do too.”
“I don’t need the company of a five-year-old trapped in a man’s body.”
“Oh come on.”
She shoved at him again, “Get off.”
“But Gwiboonie, you’ll be all lonely now~”
“Oh my God don’t call me that.”
“Besides, if we save up another half a mil we can buy a time share in the Bahamas. Wouldn’t that be awesome?”
“… We are not a couple.”
“You’re ruining my fun.”
“You’re ruining my life.”
A brief wrestling match ensued, ending with Jonghyun pinning Gwiboon down on the bed, her cheeks flushed and hair coming out of the French braid that Taeyeon had put it in last night, eyes narrowed. He smirked, leaning down to kiss her lips, and she allowed it, her lips relaxed, her heart feeling light and airy at the prospect of not being entirely alone.
“I’ll let you ruin my life,” he said.
“Gee, thanks. I’m so humbled.”
He hopped off of her and moved over to his suitcase, starting to rifle through it. Sitting up, Gwiboon started to undo the braid, running her fingers through the wavy blonde strands. She watched him get dressed idly, wondering if she did the right thing by letting Taeyeon go - but ultimately, she knew in the end it was probably the best gamble she’d ever made.
“So if not the Bahamas, what about Tahiti?”
“I still have that gun, you know."
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