powerboys | But only I walk without purpose

"You are not marking me." Yoongi's voice was low and he realised belatedly that he had slipped. That was Min Yoongi and not Suga, that was the voice of someone who would kill in cold blood. Had to be the Dark Dragons. It just set him on edge. Yoongi breathed out slowly, putting a hand against Ten's chest.

"I don't have money." Maybe that was enough to get rid of him.

The way he spoke, it had an authority that reminded him a little of Cheon and like that, he instantly backed up. Ten looked Yoongi up and down, a frown on his face but hell, he wasn't being paid to think so he let it go. For now. "Do you want a drink? On the house. I gotta amuse someone tonight and why not exploit my generosity?"

If he looked like he was working to seduce him, maybe that'd keep others off his back. He knew that some dodgy guys were in today and he really didn't want to go home with them.

Yoongi wondered what was going on inside the guy, but since there was no way to tell, he simply tried to force himself to relax. Where the hell had Hobi gone? He looked around, but then just shrugged. "I don't need a drink."

He felt he should stay sober. Besides, a place like this? He really didn't want to risk being roofied. But he also sensed that this guy maybe had a reason to want to keep talking to him and not anyone else, so he didn't send him away. "I'm Suga. What about you?"

"I'm your friend, Ten." He bowed politely and deeply, smiling at Suga playfully. "I work here. I like it here. Seoul is such a cool city." Ten gave him a thumbs up, people here loved to hear that kind of thing. How great their city was, how eager Ten was to stay here. It sometimes leaned into the power trip a lot of people have who liked to come here. "I'm a dancer."

He had come here to do that really but, well, among other things - Cheon lied. Big time. Oh well, nothing could change that now. "What about you, Suga? What do you do?"

"I work in a restaurant. Wash dishes." Yoongi made a dish washing motion, because apparently he was intent on being a dork. Whatever, he could own it. He knew now that Ten was likely lying, but he figured it was maybe true. Maybe it was what he would have wanted to be. "My friend, he's a dancer too. Street dancer. Lots of people know him."

Everyone always seemed to know J-Hope. It was just the way he connected to people. Instantly.

"This city is shit. Especially this club. But you know that."

"You're cute." Yes, as simple as that, it had been decided. He leaned over and kissed Yoongi's nose, being forward but that was kind of his MO so he just owned it. He smiled playfully and swayed a little to the music, not really sure what to think of this guy. "I'm not a famous dancer. Or a street dancer. I used to street dance in Thailand for money but then I came here. Now I dance on a stage."

Basically, he stripped. Or he danced to seduce hot guys. Dancing was not a big part of the job.

"What makes the clubs shit?" Ten knew but he was curious. "They're okay."

"Because in a normal club, when a cute boy comes up and wants to dance, I can feel flattered. In here, it just makes me wonder why you'd think I had the money to satisfy your pimp." Yoongi figured there was no point in hiding what he was thinking, it wasn't exactly as if this was a secret. To some, maybe, but not exactly something only Min Yoongi could have realised either. Suga could know. Suga did know.

But he hooked a finger into one of Ten's belt loops. "You seem nice though. Sweet. I like sweet boys."

"I didn't think you had any money, honestly. I kind of need that tonight. I'll get yelled at but I'm tired." The guy he had yesterday was brutal, he couldn't really imagine going back into it and fucking again. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep but he knew Cheon always had other ideas. He felt kind of embarrassed, basically being called a whore, to have it rubbed in his face like that but... it wasn't wrong.

He let himself be pulled in closer, frowning in confusion. "I'm not a sweet boy." At least, no one had called him that before. "They usually say I'm a devil."

"Hm. Bet you got your reasons for being that." Yoongi might have said more, but suddenly there were arms around him and then there was Hobi, propping his chin on his shoulder and looking Ten over. There was something a little possessive about how he held on to Yoongi, but he didn't feel overly threatened.

"Suga~! Hyung, I was looking for you! Who's the cute boy?"

"I'm Ten." He bowed politely but he was starting to sense that this guy was calling dibs on Yoongi and he was sure if anyone had seen it, they knew it too. Defeat set in and he looked at Yoongi, smiling sadly but swiftly hiding it, turning it into a smirk. "You two have fun, thanks for talking to me. Come back any time, handsome."

He wanted to stay, he never got to talk to just normal boys his age but he knew people were always watching and his nerves were getting the better of him. He eyed up where Cheon was sitting. "I gotta go talk to my -- my friend."

Yoongi looked over and he happened to look right at Cheon. Fuck. He needed a moment to remember that he was wearing his sunglasses, that it was a dark club, that he had no reason to suspect him here and then he still grabbed Ten and suddenly pulled him into a kiss, to cover his face up further.

He turned around slowly, pushing Ten against the wall and making sure his back was to Cheon. Hobi looked at him, eyebrows raised.

Right. He needed an explanation. In the end he just settled for a smirk. "Come with us. We'll have a good time, the three of us."

What the fuck just happened?

Ten was staring at Yoongi but, admittedly, the guy was just playing all cold and he assumed his boyfriend just came in and then suddenly, kissing. He licked his lips and gave Yoongi a curious look. He tasted good for a boy - probably used lip balm. Cute. "Can you afford to have fun with me?"

He was just saying. Still, it was tempting and he just had an amazing kiss. "I know a club that doesn't check ID. Just saying."

"...sure, we can afford it." Hobi wasn't sure just what was going on, but he sometimes just knew better than to question Suga. He could be odd, but that was part of the fun with him. The mystery of the boy washing dishes, who was sometimes just a little bit off.

"Maybe we don't even need a club." Yoongi grabbed Hobi by the wrist and wrapped his other arm around Ten's waist, leading him toward the exit. "Come on. We'll have fun."

"Kinky." Well, it sounded like they were going to have a threesome and he wasn't overly protesting but he did wonder if he'd get paid or not. Cause if he went off, got laid and came back the next day with no cash? Yeaaah, he was dead. Cheon did not respond well to nights off and failures to collect money.

"My rates aren't expensive, we can work stuff out." That was all he said, just dropping the hint. "I'll give you a discount cause you're both so handsome." He beamed at Hobi. Jesus. He was so handsome, it slayed him. "Like models."

"Right? I'm the face model, Suga's the dick model." Hobi made a V sign next to his face and then just laughed, waiting with his questions until they were outside the club. "Suga-hyung, what's up? Let me in."

Because he knew that there was something going on. For one thing, Yoongi had kept his shades on the entire time inside. That was just weird.

"What? Ten approached me, I think he's cute. And I don't think he should have to be with some gross old guy just because I'm low on money."

"So you're spending my money?"

Yoongi shrugged. "We'll work that out."

"I'm worth every penny. I give a good blowjob." Ten grinned shamelessly and then gave Hobi a thumbs up, taking Yoongi's hand in his so they could be a little closer. Cute boy. "You saved my ass so I'll give a good discount. If I didn't get a client today, Cheon would have made me take Byung-woo... that guy is a real sadist."

He really like to torture his whores and all of the workers tried their best to avoid him but Ten usually took a hit for the team.

"I can also do other things if you're not looking to get laid. I can dance, sing, massage and I can make a shot from half court." He didn't think basketball was worth bringing up but he felt like bragging.

"Ohh, let's go play." Basketball seemed like a fun thing to do with his night, even if Hobi rolled his eyes. Especially since Hobi rolled his eyes.

"I blame you for this," He informed Ten, but he was also smiling, more amused than anything. "Of course that's the option you'd pick, Suga. How about we go to karaoke instead? I know a guy, we could get a discount."

"All right, we can play basketball some other time then." Yoongi shrugged. "Anyway, Ten, relax. We don't pay for sex. I don't do that. We'll give you money though. Just hang."

"You sure? Cause don't screw me, yeah? I'll get punished." And he looked uneasy about trusting them, of course he did, he was always being screwed over by people. Still, the idea of playing basketball or dicking around singing karaoke? That was way more fun. Ten grinned and playfully bumped Yoongi. "I don't work on Wednesday. We should play ball then."

He was a little rusty but he could still make his half court shot, he had that down to an art.

"So you clean dishes and kiss really well, I know a lot about you." Ten looked past him and smiled at Hobi. "What about you, good looking? Tell me something."

"That's about as much as I know about him too and I've known him for a while now." Hobi laughed and then smiled brightly at Ten. "I'm J-Hope. I'm your hope! I'm your angel!"

"Don't let him fool you," Yoongi muttered to Ten, loud enough that Hobi would hear it too, "He's terrifying."

"I have my moments." Hobi laughed and used his fingers to show a heart to Ten. "It's nice to meet you, Ten."

"He seems cute." He didn't seem overly terrifying, just like a big excited puppy. It was pretty endearing. He grinned at them both before raising a hand in greeting. "I am Chittaphon but I prefer Ten. I come from Thailand so my Korean isn't always perfect but I think I've learned pretty good, yeah?"

He kind of had to but he liked it. The more language he knew, the more clients he could seduce.

"Do you both come from Seoul?"

"I am. Suga won't tell me, but his accent goes weird sometimes." Hobi ruffled Yoongi's hair and Yoongi just batted his hand away, looking at Ten.

"Your Korean is really good. I wish I was better at languages. My roommate..." There just wasn't an easy word to describe Namjoon. Roommate would do. "He's really good with languages."

Granted, Yoongi still knew quite a few, simply because he had to learn, but he was nowhere near as comfortable as Namjoon speaking. In general, probably. Yoongi finally reached up to take his shades off, folding them and tucking them in his pocket instead. Better. It was too dark to walk with shades on.

"I finally get to see his eyes! Oooh, as cute as promised."

Ten reached forward and playfully, he kissed his cheek and nuzzled him a little. No, he wasn't doing it to get paid, he was just a very touchy guy in general. People always told him he was only like that cause he was a whore and trying to get cash but really, he just liked people. To be close, to be friendly ... to pretend people cared and loved him. Even for a night.

"Were you nervous? You seemed nervous earlier? I know a club like that can be daunting." Ten got it, he was terrified when he first arrived. "It's gangster owned, in case you didn't know. Kinda dodgy."

"I don't like too many people at once." Or people touching him, really, but with Hobi, he had started to get more used to it. He supposed he could get used to it with Ten as well. "It's a dodgy place, all right. I could tell." He also happened to know, but he figured the tell tale signs were all over the place either way.

"Ohh, gangster owned? I didn't know. Suga, you never tell me stuff." Hobi pouted for a moment and then just shrugged. "We'll go to another place next time. Just give me your number, Ten. I need to make sure you show up a lot."

"Really? Sure but, uh, don't text on weekends. Please." He pulled out his phone and got up his number, knowing that if Hobi was hitting him up on the weekends that he usually spend giving Cheon some positive attention, he'd know something was up and get pissy with him. Always the way. "My boss likes my attention on the weekends so I'm usually a little tied up."

Literally. Hey, he thought his pun was funny. He passed his phone over to Hobi then looked at Yoongi with amusement. "So smart. With all your swagger, those shades and your perception? I could mistake you for a little gangster."

"A little tied up, huh? Maybe I can keep you busy that way too some time." Hobi winked and finished saving the number, snorting at Ten's assessment of Yoongi.

Yoongi smiled and pointed a finger at his cheek, looking as sweet as he possibly could. "I'm too cute to be a gangster!" No, he didn't like to resort to this, but if there was any surefire way to throw people off the Min Yoongi scent, that was it. The first time he'd done it while Namjoon was there to see, his friend had almost died laughing.

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