powerboys | I'm kinda sick

"They are good noodles. Besides, the owner is pretty chill. Maybe they fuck. I wonder where he gets his cash when he's not using Cheon's card. He's either stealing it or using other currency." Gyungho didn't judge. For noodles, good noodles, he'd easily suck dick for them. Happily too. "They have free wifi now, don't they? That's pretty swanky."

A good way to pass a lunch hour. Good food, good drinks and some dumb youtube vids. "Given all his usual haunts are not open, I bet he's there."

Minjun nodded his head, slowing the car as he looked for a parking spot. "You think that place has a backdoor? We should maybe cover that, I don't feel like a chase scene." He would prefer if Ten just came with them without making a fuss, seemed like the smartest move. "Then we can have some food there before getting back. Not the worst waste of a day."

"Probably. Tell you what? I'll enter from the back, you go in the front and then he can't get out." Gyungho was probably the better option for the back, he could block off the corridor better. He had more... size? Minjun could probably be knocked down, he could not. Then again, Ten was scrawny, he had his doubts. "If I have to catch him and I got blocked up in the hallway, I want beef noodles. Garlic sauce. And a sprite." Just saying.

Getting out of the car, he walked over to the noodle store with a sigh. "Here we go. See you in a few."

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"See you." Man, he wanted beef noodles too. With that thought on his mind, Minjun waited a few seconds so he could be sure Gyungho was in position, then he entered the noodle shop. It smelled good here, as always. Not too busy, but behind the counter the same guy as always was doing his thing. Something to be said about those family-owned businesses.

"Is Ten here?" He just asked straight up, but Yoongi didn't even blink.

"Never heard of him."

"Bullshit." Gyungho called out as he caught Ten in the hallway, easily grabbing him and shoving him back through the hall. Ha! Splitting up was a genius idea. With a smirk, he gave Minjun a thumbs up and kept his hand gripping Ten's shirt nice and tight. "This guy, man. This is Ten. Remember? He was here before."

This noodle shop guy... he was weird. Why was he never on their side?

"I've never been here in my life." Ten lied as he tried to get his shirt free from this guys grip. "I've never even had noodles before."

"He looks like a novice," Yoongi said, agreeing with Ten. Gesturing, he did his best to explain. "Noodles are like long ass rice."

He would have liked to help Ten more, but there wasn't much he could do. "You want to try some?" Hey, at least he could give Ten some noodles.

Minjun approached Ten and Gyungho, reaching for Ten's wrist and holding it in his. Just so he'd know there was no running away. "I think I want to try that too. Noodles. Sound interesting."

"Wait your turn then." Ten deadpanned as he ignored Minjun and moved toward, effectively yanking the other with him so he could lean on the counter, ignoring them both and acting very casual about this whole thing. He had a Minjun on his wrist, sure, but what else was new. He saw it coming. He always did. "Make them spicy. I like to hurt."

Part of why Cheon was so charmed by him. Looking back at Minjun, he raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have a hobby?"

"Can't you be my hobby? Don't sell yourself short." He was certainly well entertained. Yoongi was already busying himself with the orders, looking the two men with Ten over. Not the first time he'd seen them, but that didn't make him like them any more.

Not that Minjun cared, obviously. "Besides, you have to admit that you are enjoying this to. All that running, you are really just inviting me to go after you."

"It'd be more fun if you were more fun. You're kinda boring." Ten pulled a face and puffed out his cheeks a little as he accessed Minjun, exhaling slowly. He only had so many ways of getting back at punks like this so he had to exploit it for all it was worth. "Wannabe punk who runs with gangsters and an average dick? Talk to me when you can make me noodles and you're packing nine inches."

And then he gave Yoongi a pointed look. Gyungho raised an eyebrow. "... Seriously?" Holy shit.

"I can make ramen," Minjun said, which really wasn't much of a brag, but hey. He felt it should at least make him a full blown punk instead of wannabe. He glanced at Yoongi, who seemed to be ignoring them, then looked back at Gyungho. "He's bluffing. Guy's wearing an apron."

Hence, how would he even know?

Yoongi finished up their noodles and set the three bowls on the counter, looking at Gyungho. Mostly because he was closest. "You are paying for Ten-ssi?"

"What? No." Was he? He didn't wanna. Ten sighed and took his noodles, taking a big bite urgently and then looking at Gyungho. Ha. The food had been eaten, too late now.

"Pay him or I'll have to stay here, work off my debt. Could take a day. You'll have to leave and come back."

"... Fuck you." Gyungho sighed and pulled out cash, holding it out to Yoongi with annoyance. "I want a sprite too." He wished Cheon would pay him more, this kid was always eating up his cash. Last time he forced him to buy his drinks. Ten smiled happily and slurped his noodles, looking at Minjun's hand.

"Let go of me, I'm eating. It's rude."

"You are the oldest," Yoongi said with a shrug, glancing at Minjun briefly, "I hope." Maybe this one would still grow out of it. Minjun rolled his eyes, but took his bowl - letting go of Ten to do so - while Yoongi moved to get Gyungho his sprite.

"He makes good noodles, but can I shoot him for being an asshole?" Minjun asked Gyungho, but kept his eyes mostly on Ten. "How are you liking noodles? Brand new experience, huh?"

"The company is kind of ruining the experience. You both reek of fuckboy." Their aftershave was clearly a shared one - did they live together or something? Bunch of weirdos. Ten stayed at the counter by Yoongi, back to the two gangsters, slurping some more noodles before looking up at Yoongi. "Overpowering, isn't it? You'd think they could just shower. When do boys grow out of that?"

"Hey!" Gyungho, admittedly, did not shower today and probably neither did Minjun but they were wearing expensive aftershave so... they were totally fancy!

"At least we aren't eunuchs," Minjun muttered, between some slurping of noodles. Clearly Ten wanted to provoke them and, sure, they could give them the satisfaction. Didn't change what would have to happen here.

"It's a money thing. I can't afford that aftershave. I can afford a shower." So he had showered. Although Yoongi imagined he mostly smelled of noodles right now. Not exactly luxury.

"You keep up that smart mouth and you'll have too many repairs to pay for to afford a shower." Minjun was just saying.

"You trash this place and I'll tell Cheon you both fucked me. Then you'll be dead and it won't be worth the damage, will it? Genius." Ten rolled his eyes and balled up a napkin, throwing it at Minjun because whatever. He was the one who had to go back to Cheon, like he cared what happened next. No one was going to mess with Yoongi. "Now be grateful for your noodles."

"I paid." Gyungho pointed out with a glare. "I am grateful, that's why I spent a twenty on this shit."

"You didn't tip? Tsk."

"I wasn't even serious anyway. I like this place. Has good noodles." Minjun caught the napkin and, maturely, threw it right back his way. "We won't even tell the boss we got you from here. Aren't we two nice guys, huh?"

He decided to just speak for Gyungho in this. Seemed best to keep Ten on their side. As much as possible, anyway. "I'll even leave a tip. You should hurry up though, boss is waiting for you."

"I'm not in a hurry." Ten dismissed, he didn't see the point of hurrying home. He knew what was coming so why rush ahead to it. He slurped up the rest of his noodles and got up, stretching a little and then talking to Yoongi. "I need to use your rest room, where is it?"

"Woah, woah, woah." Gyungho held his hand up, trying to stop this from happening. "Bullshit. We're not playing the game. You'll climb out of the window."

"... Who says it has a window?" He turned to Yoongi for back up. "Does it have one?" Hopefully.

"No idea." Yoongi of course knew that there was a window, he cleaned it often enough to know. But he felt like ignorance in spite of obvious evidence to the contrary was the way to go in this situation. "Go and find out. You can tell me later."

"Cool. I've been wanting to go." Minjun took Ten's hand in his and then leaned in, close to his ear. "I don't want to hurt you. But don't think that will stop me."

"Oooh, sexy. If only you had the balls to back that statement up. I don't think you do." Ten teased as he just smiled at Minjun, not afraid of his threats. After all, he had to deal with Cheon almost daily. Unpredictable, violent and abusive - that was scary. Minjun threatening him was kinda tamed against it. "Might have turned me on."

As he approached the urinal, he looked at Minjun's hand and then looked up at him. "Let go of my hand unless you wanna hold my dick for me."

"You know, I would, but I feel it would take the romance out of our relationship." Instead Minjun turned around, until he was with his back right against Ten's, one hand loosely resting on his hip, looking off at nothing much. "I can see why you come here. He likes you."

In addition to making excellent noodles. "Still a eunuch, though."

"Nine. Inches. At least. Trust me, it's like an elephant trunk. It's the real reason I come so often." Well, not really but Ten thought it was funny so he kept using it as his angle. He wasn't sure how big Yoongi's dick was in reality but it was certainly entertaining. And definitely big. Cause he had seen that thing swinging around.

Ten forced himself to go, not that he needed to or wanted to. He looked up at the window and bit inside his cheek. "Thought you needed to pee. Stop standing behind me, weirdo."

"I don't need to pee. I need to not give you a chance to run off, because I don't want to have to drag you. It's easier this way." For Minjun. He could imagine it ultimately didn't make that much of a difference to Ten. "I don't want to be the one hurting you."

He let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. "Unless you asked me."

"You're cute but I like my men to not be controlled by dickhead gangsters." Which was harder to find that it should be. Ten turned around and zipped his jeans back up, coming around to look at Minjun before retreating to wash his hands. "Besides, you couldn't hurt me the way I like. For many, many reasons."

Cheon for one. The big one. He wiped his hands dry on his jeans and looked over at Minjun. "I mean, you could try but let's be honest, few boys know how to do it well." Always disappointing. "Bet Yoongi has a firm hand in bed. I like that. Good jacking off material, yeah?"

"Uh-huh. Glad you are fantasising about noodle boy, leave me out of that anywhere the boss could hear." Not that he really thought Ten fantasised about him. As Ten said himself, he could hardly be himself around him. "You're wrong about him though. I bet you. He's soft. Too soft for you. You need someone with an edge."

Minjun smirked. "Someone who's a little crazy." He walked closer, reaching for Ten's hands again and this time catching both his wrists, slowly lifting them above both their heads as he looked into his eyes. "Someone like me."

"Someone's angling to get their dick cut off by Cheon, huh?" Just saying. That was a dicey move but he guessed punk boy liked to flirt with danger. He did like it, the idea of playing and having some fun again but that wasn't how his life worked any more. It was all Cheon. No room for other games, not with him. "Tempting... but no."

Lunging forward suddenly, he slammed his knee into Minjun's balls and shoved him hard, making a run for it out of the bathroom and hoping to get out of the back. He felt bad, sure, but he had to save his own skin. Weak boys were boys to be exploited.

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