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The time has come.
He’s been waiting months for this moment.
And now is the time.
The moment that will change his life.
Like a drum sound echoing in the head of the operation leader, the adrenaline runs through his veins and excites him. He worked hard for this day, he briefed his members for months, cobbled the perfect plan that'll make them millionaires after this exceptional night.
Money is his only motivation, but instead of seeing himself as a criminal, he sees himself as a modern-day Robin Hood.
A miserable life ate his childhood, an alcoholic mother who sold her body to buy cereal for her two children, a cowardly father who ran away. He had to hold on to this shitty family because he's the only man in the family, forced to take a place he never wanted, forced to grow up too fast and sacrifice his life for the two women of his blood, forced to drop out of school and work too young for assholes who took pleasure in treating him like a dog.
The others think that when someone is in need, they have the right to use 'em to perform the most disgusting tasks. He didn’t count his hours, he was always the first to arrive and the last to go, the one who had to take out the shit because "you’re used to it anyway, you live in the shit". For years he resisted, only because he had no choice, he was not given the choice to do what he wanted with his life. He was young, good looking and smart, he could have done everything, he could have become a musician or an astronaut, but instead he had to clean the toilets of a fast food restaurant.
Until he dropped everything.
The urge to raise his middle finger in the face of all these assholes and change his condition. He needed to live.
He dreamed of many things, of holidays, of ocean views, of a sea breeze that comes to caress his hair, of a day on a sunbed to drink champagne and yell a big 'fuck' to the world.
That’s what he wants.
So he took charge, for the first time in his life, he had the lead.
His friends told him thousands of times that he was crazy, that it would never work, that he was going to get caught and waste his good years behind bars. They didn’t believe in him, so he changed friends.
One meeting changed his life.
One evening, late in the dark night, a voice calling out to him. He shows up and says his name is Suho, the guardian angel. A true guardian angel.
Suho introduced him to the rest of the gang, 10 boys who shared something in common with him, the envy.
"You fucking crazy yoda, I’m in."
Jongdae, Suho’s right-hand man. Small, svelte, normal. This guy is a ghost and no lock resists him. His skills don’t stop there, he’s very flexible and he’s a nice guy. Typically the kind you trust, too friendly with his big smile to be on the wrong side.
For months they worked together to create the perfect plan of the robbery, the plan of this fucking crazy dream, which must be held on a very precise date and at a very precise address.
January 24th.
Cheong Wa Dae.
Yeah, he thought of everything.
Everything.
And tonight is the night.
Two minutes, 120 seconds, to go.
Everyone takes his place and plays his role to perfection.
Three cars are waiting for them, all parked in different corners so no one can see them leaving together.
Behind the wheel, Minseok, who is also the eye that watches over others and who is in contact with those who are at the party, Suho who must take care of retrieving the spoils and Kris who must take care of covering up the traces. Everything depends on the latter so that the other members can leave the evening without attracting attention.
The others split into two teams, those who join the party and mingle with the guests and those who take care of the money.
"Here we go." Chanyeol places a hand in his bleached hair, stylized for the occasion. This is the first time that he's so elegantly dressed. Despite the image he reflects in the mirror, this costume is a disguise for him, a foreign skin he hates, it looks like a penguin.
"Nice little ass."
Baekhyun. The smooth talker, the snake charmer. This is the team’s asset according to Chanyeol. He has many talents, but his charm is the most dangerous weapon he has, no one can resist his rectangular smile and lustful eyes. He’s a snake, full of venom, and Chanyeol loves him as much as he hates him.
"Stick to your role." Putting up barriers is indispensable, especially with Baekhyun. This boy is an amusement park all by himself and Chanyeol can’t get distracted by a little shit, not when he’s this close to his dream. He touches it with his fingertips and he’s not gonna lose everything because of somebody like Baekhyun.
"Are you blushing, Chan?"
His laughter is poisonous.
"It’s Chanyeol to you, now go to your post." He doesn’t have the time or the patience to play the twisty games of the smaller, tonight he thinks of nothing but money. Tonight his life will change. Tonight he will become rich and start a new life, far from this land of misery and sadness. "Maybe I’ll fuck you good and hard if you behave."
He didn’t expect that, but he wears a smile not to show his surprise, a pleasant surprise would tell him his cock. He has become a master in the art of concealment since he joined the band.
He knows that Chanyeol spent whole nights making some research about the members and that he knows them better than they know themselves. Past, family, animals, studies, ex, phobias, criminal record, deseases, even their allergies. He has a long list of everything that could kill every one of them and they don’t even know about it. Only Baekhyun knows, he entered his office once while the leader was asleep.
He has a sheet on Baekhyun too with a warning annotation.
Baekhyun always had a weird feeling about it.
"Remember, we have 30 minutes. Not one more. In an hour we’ll be in the garage with the money."
All shout.
The watch says 8:30pm.
It's time.
Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Sehun and Jongdae mingle with the guests, everyone finds the indicated prey. The plan is clear, as a feline you observe your prey and wait for the right moment to jump on it.
Sehun, his beautiful mouth and his tortured eyes that attracts all women.
Jondgae is the archetype of the best friend.
Baekhyun is the charmer who loves to attract everyone's attention.
And Chanyeol. His proportions are perfect for the role. As soon as he enters, he attracts some feminine glances, some who undress him on his spot. He's not disturbed by that, on the contrary, everything is good to boost his self-confidence and if he wants to succeed tonight, he will need it.
Don't hesitate or you'll make a mistake.
He watches and waits.
8:50pm
Time to make a phone call to Minseok to find out the progress of the other members. By that time they should be pulling the bags out, the last ten are the most important, and Chanyeol wouldn’t stand for them to delay everything.
His voice is cold and direct, and every word he says that he’s the leader, not their friend. That’s his number one rule: keep his distance.
8:57pm
They are moving. Jondgae has already left two minutes ago to join one of the vehicles, Sehun has just left, there are only two left. Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
Except he's nowhere to be found.
He should be in the room, he should be in Chanyeol’s field of view so he can give him his signal.
Chan’s blood starts to boil.
Angry, he leaves quickly, looking for the smaller, swearing that he would kill him once he'll found him. And astonishingly, the smaller is in the hallway, leaning against a wall, with a broad smile on his face. Everything in his behavior shows that he was waiting for Chanyeol.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Move your ass, let’s go."
"It’s not time yet, Chan."
He clearly sees himself killed him with his own hands in his head.
"You told me 8:58pm. It’s still 8:57pm."
What a piece of shit.
"Oh, look, 8:58pm. What the fuck are you doing here, move your ass, let’s go."
What a big bag of shit.
Chanyeol tries his best not to hit Baekhyun, they have only two minutes to get the hell out of here and find the car waiting for them in front of the residence, so he doesn't have time for killing Baekhyun for now.
Both walk quickly to the entrance of the blue tile house.
Just a few more inches and they’ll be out.
Just a few more minutes and they’ll be rich.
An alarm freezes the two on their spot, Chanyeol hears his heart start crashing against his rib cage while his head boils.
That’s not part of the plan.
Cops aren’t part of the plan
"Time for plan B I guess." Chanyeol's voice doesn't seem affected by the situation at all.
"What? What are yo-"
Baekhyun is interrupted by shouts.
Chanyeol just pulled a gun.
And he’s not alone.
Suddenly, they go from two to six.
That asshole had a plan B.
"Come on, let’s stop crying your little mommas, get on your stomachs and get the phones out. If someone gets up or tries something, we will not hesitate to shoot. Understood?"
Baekhyun looks at the scene, amazed, he’s on his ass right now.
Why does he have a bad feeling about that?
Anyway, he doesn’t like this turn of events.
That wasn't the plan.