"The money," said Taeyong glancing right to cheek if the bus stop is empty.

"The bank is closed man, besides I can't sell the papers in the middle of the night," whispered Yuta and Taeyong stopped breathing.

"The money, I gave it to you, you fucking idiot! I need it right now!" shouted Taeyong pushing Yuta so the boy stumbled and nearly fell on the road but Sicheng grabbed him.

"Taeyong, we have more, here," begged Sicheng raising the thing he was holding.

"What's this!" asked Taeyong.

"Kun gave me it, he promised me it if... I'll give him my body," Sicheng became red. "I's worth 2 millions, it's a painting of a girl with an umbrella, a very pretty one. I... I thought that if I'll get it and turn it into money me and Yuta can live happily ever after. I did it for us, but I'm stupid," Sicheng lowered his head.

Yuta's cheeks became red and Taeyong inhaled sharply.

"Will they believe us this piece of crap is worth that much?" asked Taeyong.

"They have to man, if not they can kill me instead of Jaemin and your grandma," said Yuta and Sicheng shouted a loud "No!"

"So lest get going," Taeyong turned around.

They crossed the street and walked towards the traditional houses. There they stopped behind the brick wall and observed. Two guys were in front of the house and Taeyong shivered.

"Yuta you staying here, me and Sicheng are going in, if we won't return in an hour call Emma, Jaehyun and the cops," said Taeyong.

"But..." whispered Yuta.

He shut up when Taeyong looked at him. Sicheng pressed his lips to Yuta's before he grabbed the painting tighter and walked behind Taeyong down the road.

The guys saw them and one ran into the house.

Taeyong was shivering, he saw how pale Sicheng was, when they approached the house passed the guard and walked inside.

Taeyong scanned the room to notice about twelve other guys, all with knives and guns, his grandma was in the armchair and she looked weak, she shouted when she saw him, Jaemin was tightened to the kitchen chair and his cheek was swollen what caused Taeyong to be even more worried.

"Hello, so where's our money," the gang's chef, a terribly ugly guy with silver teeth turned to him.

"Here," Taeyong grabbed the painting from Sicheng and tore the paper apart.

The guy looked at it and started to laugh.

"Are you making a fool of us?" asked the leader.

"No man it's worth 2 million," said Taeyong.

"This piece of crap," the guy walked to Jaemin and took a knife out.

"No!" shouted Taeyong.

"So give us the money!" the guy placed the blade to Jaemin's throat and Taeyong felt he's going to faint.

"Google this painting you dumbass! It's worth twenty times the prize you can get when you'll take the money," said Sicheng and everyone glanced at him.

"And you are?" the leader turned to him.

"Dong Sicheng," the boy straightened while Taeyong had no idea what to do.

"The son of Dong, the Chinese billionaire?" asked one guy from the back of the room.

"Yes my daddy has money," Sicheng's cheeks became a little red.

"Shiano google this stupid painting," said the leader getting away from Jaemin who was able to breath again.

Taeyong glanced at Sicheng they waited while the guy looked through his phone.

"It's called 'Red umbrella'," said Sicheng, he was still clam.

Thank you so much for all your love for this story :)

So what do you think about the boys entering the house will they get out of it somehow?

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