powerboys | I'm kinda sick

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."

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"...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."

He wasn't making any promises.

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."

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"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?"

"Urgh, that's a lame line, you nerd." Ten rolled his eyes and stayed where he was, watching Minjun and not uncurling even a little. His body was screaming at him to stay warm and protect himself... and he was trying, that much was sure. "I run cold, apparently. He always calls me a frigid bitch."

Mostly because he wasn't always happy and into what he wanted him to do. The great paradox, really, because if he was into it then Cheon would be less into him. He was turned on by this shit.

"That's because he's an ugly, old, bloated mess." Minjun stayed above the covers, but he laid down behind Ten, wrapping his arms around him. He used his hands to rub along his arms, using friction to warm him faster. "I told Gyungho to give me a heads up if someone's coming. So relax."

Minjun wasn't too worried. "You want a really lame nerd line?"

It was nice. To have body heat, to have something to warm him up that wasn't just a thin blanket made of the worst material. Seriously, fucking silk sheets? The hell was that even about? They were so slippery and they were gross when wet. He turned around so he was facing Minjun and slowly, he placed his head against the other's chest, hiding against the warm skin.

"I think you're going to give me a lame nerd line no matter what so... sure, go for it. Woah me."

Minjun held Ten as close as he could, shivering a little at the touch of his hand, but ready to weather it. Ten really looked as if he could need all the heat he could get. And then he looked into his eyes, saying the line as seriously as he could. "Are you a 30 degree angle? Because you're acute-y."

Then he grinned, chuckling as he shook his head. "And now you know why I didn't get laid until I started pretending I'm not a nerd."

"... God, how did you ever get laid?" Real question time. He did wonder how that was even possible cause he was such a nerd, it even shined through when he was trying to be a punk. "You're so lucky you're hot or you'd be dying alone right now." With a smile, Ten shivered again, teeth chattering as he curled into Minjun.

"I never use lines. Boys come to me. Boys always want me, I have a way with them."

"Hmm, I can see that. I don't use lines when I'm trying to get with someone either. Just when I'm trying to make a cute boy smile." Which was working very successfully right now, so Minjun wasn't really complaining. He had a cute boy right there. "I don't think it's that hard to find boys that want you. Not even in Korea."

That wasn't the struggle. "Finding someone worth the effort. That's the difficulty."

"I wouldn't know. I fucked for fun until I got Cheon. I never really had to worry about effort and love, I thought that would come later. I wanted a nice life one day with a cute boy." He wanted to be reckless and young and then settle down later, maybe get a cat and eventually, down the line, kids. He had some wholesome ideas in his head as a far away fantasy but he knew it was all impossible now.

"Doesn't matter what I used to want. I do what Cheon wants now." And he supposed that was it. "I'll be his until he kills me."

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