"Never my head. My head is good with numbers. It's my heart doing the flying." Minjun slid a hand under his shirt to simulate a heart beating, smirking at Ten. "But my head is still there too. Never forget, I'm calculating."
He might have said more, but Cheon walked in and so he got up to bow properly. Cheon stopped next to Ten, silent as he looked at him, waiting for whatever he was apparently after.
Ten distances himself from Minjun very swiftly for the dumb boy's sake and met Cheon's eyes, not sure what he wanted him to do. He was in a room full of people so offering to suck his dick and call it even probably wasn't the best move he could make right now. Ten sheepishly smiled and tried his best to seem naive and charming.
"Hey, handsome, I missed you." Ten hoped Cheon was just going to agree and then he could go upstairs, shower and plot his next escape.
"Funny." Cheon left it at that, looking Ten over. Then he suddenly slapped him, obviously not caring that they were in a room full of people. Minjun jumped, but resisted the urge to do something. Instead he looked down, counting in his head. Now he wished he had left sooner.
Ow. Ten raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, wishing Cheon would do this away from people. He really didn't want people watching this, it was embarrassing. "I just needed some air... I'm sorry." Ten bowed his head and then looked back up, trying his best not to piss him off any further. "I came back willing... it was boring is all. Sorry."
"He did come back willingly," Minjun hastened to say, but Cheon didn't even look at him right now. He just grabbed Ten by the hair and then forced him down on his knees, hissing at him.
"You disrespect me. If you won't show me the respect I deserve, why should I keep treating you well, huh? You got an answer for that too, smart mouth?"
"Ah! Fuck, Cheon!" Ten dropped to his knees forcefully and winced, lowering his head apologetically. "I said I was sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry!" Was it too late to beg? Fuck no. He was going to try because what else did he have to add? His only option was to beg and hope for the best.
"Cheon, baby, please. I respect you, promise! I got restless. I'm stupid like that." If he was stupid and pathetic, maybe he'd get a pass. "I'll make it up to you."
"You're giving everyone a show, boss." Minjun kept his voice very, very low, but Cheon heard him anyway and he noted some of the smirks on the faces of the men watching. Fair enough.
He nodded and gestured to Ten. "Get up. You look pathetic. We'll talk upstairs."
Generally speaking, he wasn't that generous with sharing any bit of Ten. Including his begging.
Ten looked around the room and then swiftly got to his feet, anxious and pretty ashamed cause this fucking sucked. He never used to even get spoken to badly when his father was running this part of Seoul. He fucking hated all of this. "I'm coming, sorry."
Looking back at Minjun, he wanted to say something or acknowledge what he did but he just couldn't. He looked at him for a few moments before hurrying along after Cheon.
"I'll be good, Cheon. I really, really will this time." Well. Probably not. He couldn't help it.
"Sure you will. You know who runs away that way? Prisoners. Do you want me to treat you like that? I give you too much freedom." Cheon closed the door behind them, looking Ten over. "Who did you fuck, huh? Where did you whore yourself out this time? Fucking slut. Go take a shower."
He grabbed Ten by the arm and dragged him to the bathroom. "Get your clothes off."
"I didn't fuck anyone! I went to get food, I was fucking hungry!" Ten yelled back and then regretted it, his heart racing as he swiftly tried to get his clothes off, just wanting to get this shit over with. It wasn't fair, he didn't fuck anyone. He never got the chance to. If only he'd taken his chances and fucked Minjun.
At least then he'd deserve this shit. "I am a prisoner..." Did Cheon not get that? He stood there, naked and angry, not sure what Cheon thought this was. "You stole me!"
"Yeah, that's right. You are. But I let you live here like a fucking prince. You have your freedom. You get to have your fun. Do you need to see how much worse it could be before you realise how grateful you should be?!"
Cheon grabbed him by the throat and forced him into the shower, grabbing a pair of handcuffs from the mirror and using them to fasten Ten's hand to the shower rail above his head. "You need to learn your place. And you need to learn manners. I even send my nicest boys to get you. I tell them they can beat you and they never do."
"I'm not grateful!" Maybe he should lie, beg, try to get back on his good side but it was spiralling too much now he just felt so fucking angry. "You treat me like shit. Lemme go!" Ten yanked his hands against the cuffs but they didn't even budge, they weren't flimsy like some could be. He'd escaped cuffs Cheon had put him in before but these ones, they were strong. Damn it.
"I should be grateful because you don't have men beat me up?" Ten yanked his wrist again and cried out in frustration. "I just wanted to be alone for a few hours. I didn't do anything fucking wrong. I got food and came back... I came back, Cheon. Please!"
"Oh, shut up. I'll talk to the boys. They can tell you where you like to hide out. Maybe next time, I'll smoke you out." Cheon turned the shower on, turning the shower head so the water hit Ten right in the face. He wanted him to struggle for breath, much less speech.
And then, when he finally let him breathe again, he turned the water to hot, waiting for it to be scalding, just holding it against Ten until his skin turned red. Fun.
Ten spluttered and struggled to breath, water up his nose and in his eyes, in his mouth. He choked and spat out what he could, just trying to get himself out of the way of it. And then it got hot. It wasn't just a nice, warm burn, it started to get too hot. Ten cried out and tried to jerk out, tried to get the spray not to roll down his body. It was getting dangerously close to his dick and it kept splashing up his face.
"Sorry! Sorry! Cheon, stop! Please, God, stop!" It hurt and he didn't want to be scarred... he loved his body, he didn't want Cheon fucking that up too.
"Fine, fine. Stop squealing. Cool off instead." Cheon turned the water to cold and started letting that hit Ten, until he was shivering, teeth chattering. Looking as pathetic as he wanted him to. He sprayed his face again and then hung up the shower head, stepping close enough to look right at Ten. "Think I'll leave you right here for a while. Maybe get some ice cubes to keep you company."
Ten was shivering hard, the water felt like ice and he tried to jerk himself away from the spray. It was like needles on his skins. "Ch-Cheon, please." It was too much. He jerked away from the spray as best he could, teeth chattering together as he tried his best to get some kind of sympathy. God, did this sick bastard have a heart or not? "Don't. Pl-Please." He shivered hard and pressed against the glass.
"See? Manners." Cheon looked at Ten, feeling pretty satisfied just looking at him. He undid his pants, watching him. "You really think you can run from me? I'll make you feel sorry every time you try. You are sorry now, aren't you?"
He sure was a sorry sight. No wonder he was so hard.
"I'm sorry. R-R-Really sorry." Ten's teeth chattered as he looked at Cheon, eyes wet with tears and his face a bright red from the cold, his whole body trembling. "So-- so sorry."
He bowed his head and tried his best to appease this weirdo. Whatever it took, whatever he had to do. He wanted to live so he had to. He just had to find a way to do this. "I-- I can make it better." He looked up and eyed Cheon's undone pants. "Please."
"...fair enough." Cheon moved forward and unlocked the handcuffs, then turned off the water properly, no more cold coming. "Suck me off. Do a good job and maybe I will be nice to you again."
Ten was shivering hard as he dropped to the bathroom floor and shuffled closer. He was careful not to touch Cheon, knowing cold hands would lose him points. He used his mouth to tug down Cheon's boxers and then eagerly took his dick into his mouth. He knew how to make Cheon happy, he just had to keep on doing it.
He could take the punishment, it was worth it for freedom... he just hoped those guys didn't rat out where he went. He couldn't get Yoongi hurt. Maybe he couldn't go back.
In the end, Cheon let Ten back on the bed and even allowed him to get under the blankets. He might have changed his mind on it, but then there was a knock on the door and Minjun called his name.
Cheon answered the door, there was a quiet exchange and then they both walked off.
Only minutes later, Minjun came back, walking into the room. "Boss is busy." He didn't look up, he wasn't sure what he might say. But he did throw a box of chocolates Ten's way. "I remembered you never got dessert."
Ten made no move to move, staying under the covers, body still trembling. His hands were shaking too much to take the food and his body ached from all the rough treatment. He eyed up the door to make sure Cheon wasn't around and just decided to take a chance. To trust someone.
"Don't tell him where I was today. Make something up."
He couldn't let Yoongi get punished on his behalf. He slid further under the covers and curled into himself, feeling like shit. "Now go before you get into trouble, idiot."
"Of course. Gyungho and I always make something up. Maybe you'll have been picking flowers on the side of the road today." They worked well together. They could sell pretty much any kind of fib, it was a contest with themselves at this point. "And don't worry. He's going to be busy trying to understand what I've laid out to him. I'll keep him busy too, Gyungho's sending some company for him in."
He looked at Ten finally, smiling a bit. "Remember, yeah? There's light at the end of the tunnel. Even if it's just me burning everything down."
"The tunnel is going to cave in and bury me alive." Ten shot back, not in the mood for hope. Mostly, he just wanted blankets. He wanted more than what he had but he'd take what he had, honestly. It was his own damn fault, he shouldn't have gotten cocky with Cheon. And he wished he could say that he learned his lesson but... he didn't, not really.
He'd probably do it again. "He hates numbers. He'll get pissy and yell at you soon, you know? He hates nerd stuff."
"True, but he hates feeling dumb more. So I just ask if I should explain it to him and then he sends me out, because he doesn't need my help. And then I bring the party to him, so he doesn't have to do maths for too long."
It was a finely honed system. Minjun looked around and then he dared to come further in. Moving on top of the bed. "I run pretty hot, you know?"
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He might have said more, but Cheon walked in and so he got up to bow properly. Cheon stopped next to Ten, silent as he looked at him, waiting for whatever he was apparently after.
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"Hey, handsome, I missed you." Ten hoped Cheon was just going to agree and then he could go upstairs, shower and plot his next escape.
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"Do you know how to apologise?"
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"You disrespect me. If you won't show me the respect I deserve, why should I keep treating you well, huh? You got an answer for that too, smart mouth?"
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"Cheon, baby, please. I respect you, promise! I got restless. I'm stupid like that." If he was stupid and pathetic, maybe he'd get a pass. "I'll make it up to you."
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He nodded and gestured to Ten. "Get up. You look pathetic. We'll talk upstairs."
Generally speaking, he wasn't that generous with sharing any bit of Ten. Including his begging.
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Looking back at Minjun, he wanted to say something or acknowledge what he did but he just couldn't. He looked at him for a few moments before hurrying along after Cheon.
"I'll be good, Cheon. I really, really will this time." Well. Probably not. He couldn't help it.
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He grabbed Ten by the arm and dragged him to the bathroom. "Get your clothes off."
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At least then he'd deserve this shit. "I am a prisoner..." Did Cheon not get that? He stood there, naked and angry, not sure what Cheon thought this was. "You stole me!"
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Cheon grabbed him by the throat and forced him into the shower, grabbing a pair of handcuffs from the mirror and using them to fasten Ten's hand to the shower rail above his head. "You need to learn your place. And you need to learn manners. I even send my nicest boys to get you. I tell them they can beat you and they never do."
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"I should be grateful because you don't have men beat me up?" Ten yanked his wrist again and cried out in frustration. "I just wanted to be alone for a few hours. I didn't do anything fucking wrong. I got food and came back... I came back, Cheon. Please!"
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And then, when he finally let him breathe again, he turned the water to hot, waiting for it to be scalding, just holding it against Ten until his skin turned red. Fun.
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"Sorry! Sorry! Cheon, stop! Please, God, stop!" It hurt and he didn't want to be scarred... he loved his body, he didn't want Cheon fucking that up too.
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He sure was a sorry sight. No wonder he was so hard.
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He bowed his head and tried his best to appease this weirdo. Whatever it took, whatever he had to do. He wanted to live so he had to. He just had to find a way to do this. "I-- I can make it better." He looked up and eyed Cheon's undone pants. "Please."
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He wasn't making any promises.
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He could take the punishment, it was worth it for freedom... he just hoped those guys didn't rat out where he went. He couldn't get Yoongi hurt. Maybe he couldn't go back.
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Cheon answered the door, there was a quiet exchange and then they both walked off.
Only minutes later, Minjun came back, walking into the room. "Boss is busy." He didn't look up, he wasn't sure what he might say. But he did throw a box of chocolates Ten's way. "I remembered you never got dessert."
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"Don't tell him where I was today. Make something up."
He couldn't let Yoongi get punished on his behalf. He slid further under the covers and curled into himself, feeling like shit. "Now go before you get into trouble, idiot."
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He looked at Ten finally, smiling a bit. "Remember, yeah? There's light at the end of the tunnel. Even if it's just me burning everything down."
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He'd probably do it again. "He hates numbers. He'll get pissy and yell at you soon, you know? He hates nerd stuff."
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It was a finely honed system. Minjun looked around and then he dared to come further in. Moving on top of the bed. "I run pretty hot, you know?"
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