"I prefer to just run my business, that's not messy at all." Well, it was true. Although, honestly, J-Hope did enjoy being a sniper, when the occasion called for it, but there was no need to tell that to Ten. He was good with his gun, but no, he didn't like using it up close. he had before, of course, he was sure he would have to again at some point, but that didn't mean he liked it. "The messy side is for tougher men than me. Min Yoongi doesn't even flinch."
He was a tough guy, although J-Hope figured he'd have to be. There wasn't really room in his life for showing weakness. Yeah, he much preferred his own position. "We can find the other girl somewhere in Thailand, just ask her if she wants to be in a city or countryside, she can have some money to get started." J-Hope didn't blame anyone for wanting to leave. "Are any of them even staying?"
"There are some girls that come from Korea who are staying, a small handful of guys from Thailand and a few of the girls but most of them want to go. Cheon was -- well, he was not a nice boss. I think there's some bad memories here." Ten always found Cheon fascinating but he understood why the girls were afraid of him, he didn't have many issues with rape and murder, he got his kicks from them.
Still, he was a good fuck as far as Ten saw it. Then again, he had been willing. "A lot of them are just sticking around to see if Jungkook will be a good boss. They don't want to get trapped again." They liked him so far, he was strict but Jungkook had a softness that made him easier to talk to.
"Jungkook's a good man." He almost said kid, but luckily he'd corrected himself in time on that one. "And he's no Cheon. As far as I know, he goes to a club and dances when he wants company. The old-fashioned way." With a hundred percent less rape and dubious consent. J-Hope walked into the room and sat down, immediately starting to sort through the papers on the desk. Not bad, Jungkook was learning quickly, everything seemed to be in good order.
"Can you ask them, again, if they have any idea where Cheon might be hiding? He's top of the most wanted list. The boss wants him to die slowly." Between Jungkook and Jimin, Hobi really wasn't surprised.
"I can do that." Ten sat down and nodded, pulling out his phone and texting the girls once again. He didn't know how safe it was to talk about Cheon, his shadow hung over this place and no one really wanted to tell because if he ever came back, that was a problem. Sure, it seemed unlikely he'd have that power but in their heads, he did. And even Ten felt it. He knew some places that Cheon could be but he didn't come forward.
Just in case. "You know, he could have just left Korea. He had money so." Ten shrugged dismissively, doubting that Cheon had but trying to throw the scent off himself and the others here. Maybe they'd give up. "He shot Jungkook, right? Damn. I'm guessing he's well liked too." Given he was getting a club.
"He doesn't have money any more, unless it's very well hidden. We have access to all assets." J-Hope watched Ten, a little bit curious. There was something there, but he wasn't easy to read. Honestly, he might just be scared of Cheon and he couldn't blame him for that. "Jungkook is..." Well, he wasn't the heir. For one thing, Yoongi was much too young to require one and for another, he didn't treat Jungkook nearly harsh enough for that. He didn't train him to replace him, he just trained him to do his best.
"He's Min Yoongi's favourite. Golden boy. Cheon fucked up by shooting him." Even if it had obviously technically been him shooting at Yoongi, but honestly, J-Hope thought that would have bothered Yoongi less. "You like expensive things, don't you? The watch Jungkook wears is worth over 100k, US dollar. That's what the boss gifted him when he got out of hospital."
"Holy shit, for real?" 100k for a watch? God damn. He saw the watch the other day but Jungkook didn't let him touch it. Now he knew why. Pouting, Ten made an annoyed noise and his head fell back in the chair, sulking over how everyone in the world had nice things and he had debt. What did he do wrong? He just wanted to look pretty. "I wish I was someone's most beloved! Usually I'm just kind of okay and I never get nice things unless I get them myself. So unfair."
Ah well, no use whining forward. Sighing dramatically, he slumped down and looked at Hobi. Idly, he reached out and stole one of the papers, looking it over and trying to work out where in Thailand to send one of the girls, reading over the budget for it before asking, in a subtle way, just a little curious. "Do you get reward money if you find Cheon?"
"I know Jimin got rewarded for telling us one of Cheon's hideouts." Although, honestly, that might have had more to do with it being Jimin than anything else. On the other hand, Yoongi made it a point to use positive enforcement, so Hobi finally just nodded. "I'm sure anyone would get rewarded, depending on how much they contribute."
Hobi looked over at Ten, taking a sip of his coffee and humming in enjoyment. "You need to lower your expectations. I just got really nice coffee. That's something." He flashed a smile and took another sip. It was really good.
"I made it!" Ha! He was winning him over, slowly but surely. "I have low expectations but I'm still disappointed." He rested his chin on the table and looked up at Hobi. He was cute, pretty handsome, nice build and he clearly had some humour about him. He'd make a good boyfriend. An ideal one, really. He just had to get him. "It's a shame, really. I'm a hard worker, I'm very flexible and I'd do anything I'm asked to do and yet, I remain unwanted."
He licked his lips and looked up at Hobi, his eyes full of need. "Why don't people want to be nice to me, Hobi-hyung?"
"Probably because you're needy." Hobi was just saying, amused by the kid's lack of fucks. It wasn't so hard to imagine him working for the Dark Dragons when he acted like this, transparently aiming for something. He looked down so he could inspect the plans that he'd spread out on the desk, trying to get a better idea of what Jungkook wanted the place to look like. He really did have good taste, not that that was surprising.
"With the way you want to dress, you should really aim for someone with a lot more money than a humble bar owner." He couldn't help but tease. "I'd not be enough to keep you satisfied."
"Depends how good you are in bed." Well, why even be subtle? If he knew, it was time to play and he was excited to have a crack at it. "I'm good, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. I know how to make a man come and no, I'm not a whore. I just know what I like." He smirked playfully and stretched out, fingers running along the table until his hand stop by Hobi's, placing his hand over his.
"I just want someone strong and beautiful. They don't have to buy me pretty things all the time. And I like cute things too." They were cheaper so he was willing to compromise. A little bit. Only a little bit.
"Riiight. You best be careful not to talk like that to the others, they are a lot less forgiving than I am." Although the thought of Ten hitting like this on Suga was almost entertaining. Just almost. He didn't really want to see the kid get hurt just for having fun. So he gave his hand a quick squeeze, then pulled back but made a heart sign, just for him. "Boy in love. We should write an ad for you."
"Less forgiving? But -- But I'm such a good boy. I only want to make people happy. Like you, Hobi-hyung! Don't you want me to make you feel good?" He leaned back in his chair and eyed Hobi up and down, just really appreciating him for what he was. The more he looked at him, the more handsome he found him. "I don't need an ad, I just need someone to play with. And I know I'm fun to play with so whoever gets me will have a good time."
Slowly, he reached his foot out and trailed it playfully up Hobi's inside leg.
"Good boy? You seem more like a devil child." Hobi moved his fingers to make a cross sign playfully, still amused more than anything. He left his leg where it was for a moment, then finally moved it a little, frowning as he looked at the things he actually had to do again. He so did not have time to play, much as the notion was becoming more tempting by the minute. Hey, he was young, he liked to play and Ten was very handsome.
"You need to stop distracting me." He looked at Ten, inspecting his face for a while. Pretty, sure. "Keep your hands to yourself or I'll do it for you."
Pocketing the ring he'd stolen not long ago, he dropped his leg back down and leaned forward, pretending to be interested and hard working. Now he had the ring, he had leverage. He didn't have to pawn it right away, he could just wait until Hobi came and got it. He didn't think he'd be killed for it. He hoped. He really hoped. He never could help himself.
Danger was such a turn on. "You may have to do it for me. I can never help myself around pretty boys. It's a problem, really. I'm the victim." Leaning forward, he placed his hand on Hobi's bicep and leaned forward, pretending to be interested in his paperwork. "The planners will be here in five minutes. What shall I do while you work?"
"Not anything that makes me look like a pervert would be great." Hobi was just saying. He let Ten touch him for a few seconds, then he moved his hand away, grabbing his wrist. He forced his hand back and pinned the wrist against the desk. Ten minutes, that so wasn't time enough for anything, not with a boy like this. "I haven't found any problem like the one you have that couldn't be solved by a good spanking."
Devil child, definitely devil child. "Go to the other room. You're only being a nuisance here."
He'd not be able to focus with Ten around. Bad sign.
"Oh, really?" He was hard now, loving it and eager to keep playing. His hand was pinned down and the threat was tantalising, it was enough to get him going. Unfortunately, Hobi didn't have time to play. Yet. He pouted, batting his eyelids innocently and playing his little games. "Perhaps you just need to teach me how to behave. I guess I don't know how to best serve you. Maybe you can show me."
When his hand was let go of, he reluctantly stood up, glad his jeans were so tight that it was hard to tell anything. It kept his dick in place.
"I'm here whenever you need me, hyung." He bowed playfully. "I'll go restock the drinks."
When he was done with the meeting, Hobi went over his to do list as well as Jungkook's, trying to figure out what else he could tick off for him. He didn't want to make Jungkook feel like he had wanted to take over, but he did want to ease his workload, so he decided to go for the boring jobs.
So he called for a car and headed out of the room, simply nodding for Ten to follow him. Ten was still attractive, so as long as he could keep him from distracting him entirely, it might at least help pass the time. He gestured for Ten to get into the car first, then slid in next to him, making sure the screen was up. He didn't need the driver watching. Once he'd make sure of that, he suddenly grabbed Ten by the back of his neck and forced him to bend forward, holding him down.
"Cross your arms behind your back, please." Well, he could still show manners.
Ooh, more jobs with Hobi! More time with him too. Ten finished doing whatever the hell he was doing to hurry after his new objection of obsession. The car was swanky as hell, so clean and elegant. He hoped this was how Hobi-hyung always travelled. He climbed into the car and dropped down, watching the screen go up idly.
And then there were hands on him. He yelped in surprise, unsure if this was a game or an actual threat. Honestly, it could be either. He really couldn't read Hobi.
"What are you doing?" He whined but he still did as he was told. Arms behind his back, crossed perfectly. "Ow, hyung, you're hurting me."
"Good. You can use some pain." Hobi didn't really want to be reassuring. Ten wanted to play with fire, so he'd have to deal with getting burned. He used his free hand to fasten a zip tie he'd picked up at the construction site around Ten's wrists, quickly pulling it tight, then he used another to cinch it, finding he enjoyed the sight of the hard plastic digging into soft skin. He used his pocket knife to cut off the ends, making it both more visually pleasing and harder to escape. In spite of his harsh actions there, his touch turned all but gently when he ran his fingers through Ten's hair before releasing him.
"That should help you keep your hands to yourself. I'll be on the phone and you will sit here and be quiet. You got that?" He waited for a reply, phone already in hand.
The ties cut into his skin and he whined weakly, it was good to have this feeling again. It had been a while. The last time had been handcuffs, far too long ago, so this was an interesting change. The zip ties were different but painful, they cut into his skin and pinched unpleasantly. Which was kind of pleasant in it's own way.
He didn't think this was done to be cruel, he didn't think he had death coming, even if the uncertainty made his heart race. If it was supposed to be the end, he couldn't have petted his hair like that - right? It was a game. Slowly sitting upright, he met Hobi's eyes, excitement obvious.
Instead of giving an answer to that question, Hobi slapped him. Hard enough, but he didn't want to actually damage him, so he was holding back. Just enough to hurt. "I recommend you try really hard to stay quiet."
That said he started his phone call, greeting whoever was on the other hand excitedly, all smiles and sunshine, as was his style. However, he also bent down to take off his shoes, which might seem puzzling at first. But then he turned a little, putting both legs across Ten's lap as he stretched out. He never stopped his conversation, focused on business, not even as he pulled one of his legs back a little, so he could press his foot right against Ten's crotch.
The slap stung and he felt the heat from it even after Hobi moved away. He felt his dick twitch in his pants and he took a deep breath, trying to stay quiet as he'd been challenged. He liked to play, he liked the challenge, though he found it pretty easy to stay quiet. He watched Hobi, his dick throbbing, trying to work out why he was taking off his shoes and--
Oh. Oh. Shit. Hobi's foot pressed right against his hard dick and he whimpered before catching himself. He gritted his teeth hard, not wanting to lose his game. God damn it! He breathed through his nose, careful and controlled.
It made boring business calls a lot more interesting to have a pretty boy to play with, Hobi could admit that. He smiled, amused at Ten's determination, still moving his foot, to test how far his resolve really went and just to see how needy he could make him. They had a long car ride ahead, especially with how traffic could be around this hour, so he was in no hurry whatsoever.
He ended the call with a friendly 'goodbye', then looked at Ten with the same friendly expression. "How are you doing? Are you learning something about how to behave yet?"
It took a lot of strength to make no noise but he achieved it. He was a good boy, after all, and he was determined to prove it to Hobi. That was the best way to get a nice man, right? Seduction and obedience. He wanted to win Hobi over and this was the way. Once the call ended, he whimpered and jerked his hips forward.
"I am, yes. I'm being good, hyung." He pouted and gave the other a small, playful glare. "And you're not playing fair."
"I make the rules. Whatever I do is fair." That was how the world worked, after all. Maybe it was about time for Ten to realise that. "You are lucky I don't have any rope or you'd be a lot less comfortable right now."
He covered his eyes with one hand, so he couldn't glare at him for the moment, also using the hold to force him to lean back, enjoying to see how his back arched, now that his arms were bound behind it. Flexible, he could tell already. "Stop being so ungrateful. I could have you ride in the trunk instead, yet here I am, being so gracious. Why don't you thank me?"
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He was a tough guy, although J-Hope figured he'd have to be. There wasn't really room in his life for showing weakness. Yeah, he much preferred his own position. "We can find the other girl somewhere in Thailand, just ask her if she wants to be in a city or countryside, she can have some money to get started." J-Hope didn't blame anyone for wanting to leave. "Are any of them even staying?"
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Still, he was a good fuck as far as Ten saw it. Then again, he had been willing. "A lot of them are just sticking around to see if Jungkook will be a good boss. They don't want to get trapped again." They liked him so far, he was strict but Jungkook had a softness that made him easier to talk to.
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"Can you ask them, again, if they have any idea where Cheon might be hiding? He's top of the most wanted list. The boss wants him to die slowly." Between Jungkook and Jimin, Hobi really wasn't surprised.
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Just in case. "You know, he could have just left Korea. He had money so." Ten shrugged dismissively, doubting that Cheon had but trying to throw the scent off himself and the others here. Maybe they'd give up. "He shot Jungkook, right? Damn. I'm guessing he's well liked too." Given he was getting a club.
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"He's Min Yoongi's favourite. Golden boy. Cheon fucked up by shooting him." Even if it had obviously technically been him shooting at Yoongi, but honestly, J-Hope thought that would have bothered Yoongi less. "You like expensive things, don't you? The watch Jungkook wears is worth over 100k, US dollar. That's what the boss gifted him when he got out of hospital."
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Ah well, no use whining forward. Sighing dramatically, he slumped down and looked at Hobi. Idly, he reached out and stole one of the papers, looking it over and trying to work out where in Thailand to send one of the girls, reading over the budget for it before asking, in a subtle way, just a little curious. "Do you get reward money if you find Cheon?"
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Hobi looked over at Ten, taking a sip of his coffee and humming in enjoyment. "You need to lower your expectations. I just got really nice coffee. That's something." He flashed a smile and took another sip. It was really good.
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He licked his lips and looked up at Hobi, his eyes full of need. "Why don't people want to be nice to me, Hobi-hyung?"
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"With the way you want to dress, you should really aim for someone with a lot more money than a humble bar owner." He couldn't help but tease. "I'd not be enough to keep you satisfied."
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"I just want someone strong and beautiful. They don't have to buy me pretty things all the time. And I like cute things too." They were cheaper so he was willing to compromise. A little bit. Only a little bit.
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Slowly, he reached his foot out and trailed it playfully up Hobi's inside leg.
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"You need to stop distracting me." He looked at Ten, inspecting his face for a while. Pretty, sure. "Keep your hands to yourself or I'll do it for you."
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Danger was such a turn on. "You may have to do it for me. I can never help myself around pretty boys. It's a problem, really. I'm the victim." Leaning forward, he placed his hand on Hobi's bicep and leaned forward, pretending to be interested in his paperwork. "The planners will be here in five minutes. What shall I do while you work?"
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Devil child, definitely devil child. "Go to the other room. You're only being a nuisance here."
He'd not be able to focus with Ten around. Bad sign.
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When his hand was let go of, he reluctantly stood up, glad his jeans were so tight that it was hard to tell anything. It kept his dick in place.
"I'm here whenever you need me, hyung." He bowed playfully. "I'll go restock the drinks."
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So he called for a car and headed out of the room, simply nodding for Ten to follow him. Ten was still attractive, so as long as he could keep him from distracting him entirely, it might at least help pass the time. He gestured for Ten to get into the car first, then slid in next to him, making sure the screen was up. He didn't need the driver watching. Once he'd make sure of that, he suddenly grabbed Ten by the back of his neck and forced him to bend forward, holding him down.
"Cross your arms behind your back, please." Well, he could still show manners.
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And then there were hands on him. He yelped in surprise, unsure if this was a game or an actual threat. Honestly, it could be either. He really couldn't read Hobi.
"What are you doing?" He whined but he still did as he was told. Arms behind his back, crossed perfectly. "Ow, hyung, you're hurting me."
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"That should help you keep your hands to yourself. I'll be on the phone and you will sit here and be quiet. You got that?" He waited for a reply, phone already in hand.
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He didn't think this was done to be cruel, he didn't think he had death coming, even if the uncertainty made his heart race. If it was supposed to be the end, he couldn't have petted his hair like that - right? It was a game. Slowly sitting upright, he met Hobi's eyes, excitement obvious.
"What if I'm not quiet?"
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That said he started his phone call, greeting whoever was on the other hand excitedly, all smiles and sunshine, as was his style. However, he also bent down to take off his shoes, which might seem puzzling at first. But then he turned a little, putting both legs across Ten's lap as he stretched out. He never stopped his conversation, focused on business, not even as he pulled one of his legs back a little, so he could press his foot right against Ten's crotch.
Well, he wanted to play.
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Oh. Oh. Shit. Hobi's foot pressed right against his hard dick and he whimpered before catching himself. He gritted his teeth hard, not wanting to lose his game. God damn it! He breathed through his nose, careful and controlled.
He could win this.
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He ended the call with a friendly 'goodbye', then looked at Ten with the same friendly expression. "How are you doing? Are you learning something about how to behave yet?"
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"I am, yes. I'm being good, hyung." He pouted and gave the other a small, playful glare. "And you're not playing fair."
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He covered his eyes with one hand, so he couldn't glare at him for the moment, also using the hold to force him to lean back, enjoying to see how his back arched, now that his arms were bound behind it. Flexible, he could tell already. "Stop being so ungrateful. I could have you ride in the trunk instead, yet here I am, being so gracious. Why don't you thank me?"
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