powerboys | This life is all wrong for you, ddaeng

That was the first question. Well, that was better than 'did you suck my boyfriend's dick?' because the answer to that one was just 'I tried' and it didn't come across well. He shrugged his shoulders and tried his best to be as submissive as he could be. It usually got guys to want to protect him and be nice to him. Or the wrong kind of guys to fuck him but he didn't think Yoongi was that kind of guy.

"Dunno. Like. When we first fucked? That was about a month ago? I think." He didn't know how best to categories anything about their relationship. "Why, sir?"

"You didn't trust him. I'm trying to figure out why." He could imagine it easily enough, but he wanted to hear Ten's reasoning. He had heard more than enough from Cheon's side of the story and that just always left a dirty feeling behind. "Hobi's my friend. He has been my friend for years. He doesn't usually get attached to people, but he's pledged for you. But you didn't trust him to keep Cheon off your back."

He made a face, remembering the wounds he'd seen. "No pun intended." That was unfortunate. "Anyway. You stabbed Hobi in the back and now he's protecting you. You've hurt my friend. Why would I trust you not to hurt him again?"

"I guess you can't trust me." He couldn't make anyone trust him, he knew that. Trust didn't just happen, it wasn't something that was easy to get back too. He closed his eyes and tried not to freak out, just wanting to order his thoughts and make sense of them. "Cheon said that Hobi would kill me if he knew and ... I guess I thought he would? We weren't together and I didn't think he liked me that much. And you guys were looking for Cheon and I used to fuck him, Jimin knew and I figured he'd tell if anything weird happened. Cheon said he'd make Hobi want to kill me."

Besides, it wasn't just that. He looked down at his shoes, wishing they were nice but now wasn't the time to worry about that. "I told-- I tried to pull away but he ... I mean seven hours hanging from a wall, things start to lose all logic, you know?" No, he probably didn't. Not many people did. "It's not that easy to get Cheon off your back." He smiled a little, knowing it was stupid to. "Pun intended."

"Yeah. So I've seen. I've looked through Cheon's phone. There's a lot of videos that feature you. I looked at your conversations." Yoongi did his research, even if in this case he had to do it with a lot of wincing and wishing he could just pass the task on to someone else, but that wasn't really an option, as far as he saw it. "It's clear he's been manipulating you for a long time. Drugs, too. I assume you went through withdrawal initially."

While Yoongi's way of knowing people was different from Namjoon's, it was nonetheless thorough.

"Well, yeah, but drugs are expensive and I don't have an income much any more. Cheon used to get them." He didn't think that was a bad thing, that was Cheon taking care of him. Providing for his boyfriend. He was more concerned about the videos. What kind of videos? Shit, did he see the one with him and Jimin? "He ... He made me do that to Jimin, I promise! If I hadn't, he would have and I figured that would be better. I'm not into Jimin, I swear."

He just wanted to clarify that now. "I don't think he manipulated me. Sometimes, I guess. I always knew what I was doing. We were fucking and I let him so ... I don't think it's as bad as it sounds. He liked to hurt me but..." He liked being hurt, right? So he was just giving what he wanted. In an extreme fashion.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, but that was hidden behind his hair anyway. Definitely something to make note of. Ten really wasn't all that aware of what he'd actually been put through. What he was still going through. He saw what Hobi had talked about. Almost delusion, probably out of self-defence. "I saw that video. Don't worry, it was obvious that you were coerced."

Tilting his head to the side, he couldn't resist a slight tease. "What's the matter? Are you saying that Jimin isn't good enough for you?"

No, it was not nice to trap Ten between a rock and a hard place just because he could, but here he went anyway.

"Oh God, no! No, he's ridiculously beautiful, you did really well. I'm not good enough for him and I'm very submissive in bed. Pretty sure Jimin couldn't dominate me the way I like it -- God, why am I telling you this?" He supposed he had no shame. He looked down at his watch and slowly took it off, holding it out to Yoongi because it was a peace offering. The only thing worth anything that he had.

"Here, you can have this. Please, take it. It's expensive. I-- Shiny things are nice. And..." It was probably pathetic by gangster standards but he didn't want to die here or upset Yoongi. He knew when to grovel.

"If you want dominant you are well off with J-Hope." That much was for sure, he knew his friend well enough to vouch for him in that respect. Although he was fairly certain that Ten already knew that. He blinked when Ten held out his watch, frowning for a moment. Then he leaned back, looking right at him. This did take him back.

"I'll give you three dollars for that watch."

"Three dollars? Nah, come on, this is a good watch. It's a wind up, you never have to get batteries for it. Fifty dollars." Easily. If not more but this was a gangster so he gave a discount. "My granddad had this, you know? Beautiful watch. It has history. Almost an antique. You'd be lucky to get it for fifty dollars."

He had more pride than to value this at three dollars of all things. Fuck. That. "Besides, you can have it. Just. Please, you should take it."

"I'd give you five," Yoongi upped the offer and, for a moment, he actually flashed a smile. Whatever, he liked doing this kind of stuff and it hadn't really been a time filled with a lot of joking around lately. Still, he composed himself again quickly, shaking his head. "Keep the watch. I like mine."

Which was priced at around 20k, not that he really cared that much. It was mostly black and functional, but prestige was important in the business. "I'm entrusting you to Hobi. Do you know what that means?"

"Five? Nah, you're giving me fifty." Not that he was but his selling instincts took over for a moment without thinking. He frowned and sat back, wanting to smile in return but unsure where this was going. He was nervous and uneasy, he put his watch back on, not sure if Suga was playing with him or not. It was so uncertain.

He didn't know what Suga meant, he shook his head and tried his best not to worry too much. "I don't, no. Is it ... will he be the one to punish me?" Not in a sexy way, he was kind of assuming he had some form of punishment coming.

"That's up to him. I know I would punish you, if I was him." If nothing else, it seemed like a good way to get through to the boy. Something he'd be able to understand, probably a way he could finally let go and maybe release some of this mess stored up in him. But he doubted he needed to advice J-Hope where that was concerned, in that area the man knew what he was doing.

"It means that he's responsible for you. That's what he wanted. If you mess up again, he'll be the one I'll punish."

"You'd hurt him for me? That's stupid! You can't do that." Shit, why was he yelling at the mob boss? He winced and sat back down, catching himself before he got worked up properly. Hobi would do that for him? Oh no. He fucked up all the time. He was so bad at everything. He lowered his head and hissed. "I really suck at everything, Min Yoongi. Please don't make Hobi in charge of me, I'll get him hurt."

He would rather be punished than Hobi. He got out of his chair and dropped down, bowing to him despite how much it hurt his back to stretch out like that. "Please, sir, please. I can't get Hobi hurt."

Yoongi shrugged, looking at Ten with a slight hint of amusement. He was glad to see that the boy actually cared, any additional sign of empathy was a good sign after all. "It wasn't my decision. Hobi fought for it. I owe him, so I had to give in. If it makes you feel better, this is mostly concerning bigger things. If you just end up missing your curfew or losing some money, Hobi's in charge of handling you."

He wasn't about to micromanage there.

"I suppose it's Hobi showing he trusts you."

"Well, he shouldn't. I suck." Ten slowly pulled himself back up, sitting on the floor and winced. God damn, his body still hurt. "I dunno why he likes me but ... I guess if he does, I just have to try, yeah?" He looked at Suga and then lowered his head, wanting to be as respectful as he could be. "I'll do my best."

He would have to earn Hobi's trust, show him that he could keep him safe too.

"I--" He bit his lower lip and then just dropped on his ass, sitting on the floor like it was no big deal. "Can I ask you something? It's... It's about Cheon."

"You can ask." Not that he really wanted to talk about Cheon, but talking about him was still better than talking with the bastard. He wanted him to suffer, he just hadn't realised that would mean a lot of suffering for him too. Whatever. If anyone had the right to ask about Cheon, he supposed it was Ten, in light of everything, for better or worse. "What is it?"

"He said things about me, didn't he? Did he ever... did he ever say anything good?" Oh shit, this was pathetic. He knew it was but Cheon had said nice things before and while he was trying to save his skin, sure, he was pulling him down with him. Lovers did that, he guessed. But did he say anything good? Just one compliment. "He said he'd protect me because no one else would but did he even try to?"

"Depends on what you mean by good." Yoongi could imagine what he meant, so he actually thought about it. "Mostly he talks a lot of shit."

Enough for him to not allow Jungkook to be there when Cheon could talk and enough for him to want to limit it for Namjoon too. Hell, he hardly wanted to hear any of that stuff himself. "He doesn't have protective instincts. No, he didn't say anything to protect you. He made things up to get to me or Namjoon a couple times, but Jimin would have told me if any of them were true."

"Can I see him? No. Wait. No. Sorry. I don't want to see him." But he did a little bit. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He knew he was messed up but he really didn't want to see Cheon. He just had to accept that he was going to die and he was never going to see him again. And that was a good thing, not a bad thing. "Sorry, just old habits. I don't want to see him."

Getting up slowly, Ten loitered around the chair and tried to stay cool. "Can I go now, sir? I won't get into any trouble or even go near Jimin or Tae again. I swear."

"If you can keep Jimin from going near you, you have to tell me your secret." Yoongi said it drily, shrugging his shoulders. "You can go. As I said, you are Hobi's responsibility."

For a moment he frowned, leaning forward. "And if you tell me why you want to see him, then, yeah. Maybe I'll bring you to see him, before he's dead."

Perhaps it would be good for closure. Yoongi didn't know.

It wasn't the first time Tae had woken up, he was in and out of it every now and again, but his awareness level was very questionable, something probably not helped by the meds. So when he woke up once more and this time realised that he was in a hospital and that something must have happened to bring him here, he looked around, eyes landing on Namjoon.

"Where's Jimin?" Was Jimin safe? Priorities still the same as always.

"He's okay, he's fine. He fell asleep so I sent him home. He's barely left your side, he's going to hate me for sending him off." Namjoon smiled as he came in close. He'd spoken to Tae a few times but mostly he never remembered it. They said that Tae was going to be fine, the swelling had gone down and now it was mostly recovery and rest. Him being awake and alert was such a good sigh.

"Everyone is fine, you're the last one to wake up. As always. Lazy Tae."

"I'm not lazy. You are dumb." Not exactly the most spirited comeback, but his head hurt and so did his left thumb, a lot. He looked down to check on his hands, remembering dislocating his thumbs to accomplish pretty much nothing. He was not in any hurry to repeat that trick, it was a lot easier to read about than do himself.

"What happened? When are we?" ...wait. "I mean. How much time passed? Not that we time travelled. I'm guessing."

"South Seoul Hospital. It's been a week, you've been very in and out. You're a lucky bastard, they almost put you in an induced coma but I was like nah, my boy is a fighter and you proved me right." It had been a fifty-fifty shot and they weren't sure but Namjoon was. He knew that Tae was going to be fine. He just had faith in him. "I've never been more proud of you. I hope you remember me saying it this time cause I am, yeah?"

He knew that often Tae forgot or just passed out during but he seemed a lot more alert. "And I'm sorry we didn't time travel and nothing exciting happened while you were out. Well, no, Yoongi got a new hat. That was kind of exciting." It was cute on him.

Tae smiled a very goofy smile when Namjoon told him that he was proud of him, although after a few seconds he frowned instead, debating how much he was deserving of anybody being proud of him.

"What colour?" The hat, obviously. "Did he buy it himself?"

He hoped Jimin bought him a hat instead, because he could only imagine the kind of hats Jimin would pick out for someone he insisted was as cute as a puppy.

"Hey. Did we... I mean, did you kill Ten?"

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