"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."
"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.
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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."
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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?"
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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.
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"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."
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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."
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He wasn't about to micromanage there.
"I suppose it's Hobi showing he trusts you."
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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.