I'm sorry, change your career

[cutedevil]

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[vante]

"Change of plans," Tae announced as he slid into the car next to Ten, holding a gun pointed, "We're taking you somewhere more fun."

He heard Hobi in the front, dealing with the driver, then just smiled behind the cloth covering most of his face when the car started. All without a hitch so far. "Put your hands up."

He held his gun steady so the guy would know he meant business, reaching into his bag.

[cutedevil]

"Oh shit, you gotta be fucking kidding me." Well, this was not the first time. Usually there was a quick way out of this and a slow way. The quick way as deterring them and the slow way was whenever his dad came, gunned them all down and took him back. He vastly preferred the quicker route way. "How much do you want to leave the car right now?"

He really wanted to party tonight. He frowned at the gun but he didn't move. Just gave Ten a look more reserved for a nuisances that a kidnapper.

"I'll give you a good deal if you fuck off now."

[vante]

"Sorry, I already got a great deal going." Tae figured he couldn't really afford to be too polite, so he grabbed Ten by the neck and pushed him forward, gun against the back of his head as he simply forced his hands together and used the handcuffs that he'd been given for this purpose, making sure they were tight enough.

He had never really done anything like this before, but he knew that the others clearly knew what they were doing, so there was no doubt in his mind. He pulled a black cloth out of his pocket and started tying it around Ten's head, blindfolding him. "It's personal. Sorry about that."

[cutedevil]

"You're apologising a lot but I doubt you're sorry. Tsk." Ten was scared, sure, but he was used to this. He met people playing this kind of game since he was a baby, always threats and once or twice, actual action. It had been a while, admittedly, and he'd never had one actually get physical with him. Usually they got their location and Ten ran off or stayed down so no one hurt him.

He didn't like rough treatment so he stayed still. For now. These cuffs weren't the best. He checked, tugged his hands experimentally. Cheon's were better. "So who are you guys? Got a gang name or are you just chancers?"

[vante]

"I'm not at liberty to say." He really liked saying that though, sounded very important. "I'm Tae though. Or V. I'm no one, you can know that." He wasn't sure what and when Yoongi would want him to know, so he wasn't about to be the person messing with that. He doubted his own identity was of interest to anyone though, it certainly hadn't ever been before.

He let go of Ten and tested the blindfold, putting the gun away for now. "I'm not going to hurt you as long as you behave. Can't speak for anyone else though."

[cutedevil]

"You know who my dad is, right? Redundant question, perhaps, but worth saying." Ten tested his cuffs a few more times, idly wondering what kind of lock it was. He skimmed his fingers around the lock and stuck out his tongue a little, they were more complicated than expected. Damn. "If you don't let me go, you're dead. My daddy will kill you."

Ten turned his head towards where he knew Tae was and he smiled to hide the fear that he was going to get hurt. Would they really be that dumb and hurt him? "If I have a mark on me, you're all fucked."

[vante]

"I don't know anything. I'm just along for the ride." All right, so he knew a little, but there was no need to disclose that. Tae didn't want to give anything away. "But the people in charge know who your father is exactly. And seriously, don't call him daddy, you're too old for that." Kind of weird, honestly.

"I'm pretty sure part of the entire purpose of this is to hurt you a lot, so, y'know, maybe I'm fucked, but you'll be fucked first."

Wait.

"Not literally."

[bluemold]

It wasn't really a full twelve hours, because Yoongi just couldn't go through with it. He hadn't expected Ten to be quite that soft, but he had seen the fear in his eyes and he would never tell anyone, but he felt bad. Not enough to stop doing this, but at least enough to head downstairs in the middle of the night, when everyone else was asleep.

He sat down by Ten, putting a hand on his shoulder first of all to alert him to his presence and waiting for him to settle down again before slowly undoing the hood. He set it aside for now, then moved to take the earplugs from Ten's ears, while meeting his eyes again. "This was bad, hm?"

[cutedevil]

This was horrible. He was going out of his mind. He had sobbed so much, his eyes were burning and his head was throbbing. He was so thirsty, uncomfortably damp and so terrified that he was going to die. Or maybe he was already dead? How did he best tell? He felt a hand touch him and he freaked out, wriggle and struggling until he gave up the fight.

He was too tired. Fuck it. Slowly, he felt the hood come loose and he had to slow his eyes, it was all too much. He kept them clamped before greedily opening his eyes, eager to see, even if it hurt. His eyes were blood shot and he mumbled something through the gag, pitifully nodding his head.

Ten wanted to go home.

[bluemold]

"This was only five hours, by the way." Not even half the time he had originally promised, but here he was anyway. He lifted Ten up a little, cradling him in his arms as he undid the gag and slowly pulled it out, setting it aside. He kept holding Ten, watching him with an expression that was almost blank, impossible to read for someone who didn't know him. "Once, I had a week of this. I think that might have been when I lost my mind."

He was mostly joking about having lost his mind, but on the other hand... Well. "Do you want something to drink?"

[cutedevil]

"Five hours is a long time." He pouted a little and turned away, he had it all. His jaw hurt, his face hurt, he was cold and it smelled funny in here. He was sure there was a leak somewhere down here because the ground was always damp! Or maybe it was just cold. He wasn't used to being cold. Usually someone was there to fix that.

"I don't care about your trauma. I want to go home!" He didn't want to empathise or care, he just wanted to go home and fuck all of this. He frowned at Yoongi and reluctantly, he nodded. "Fine, I want a drink then I want to go home."

[bluemold]

"You really are a brat, hm?" Yoongi made no move to get the water bottle he'd brought with him. He'd felt bad for the boy caught up in this mess, he hadn't suddenly become entirely soft. He couldn't afford that. He thought about Jungkook and the way he had suffered. They were the same age, him and Ten. Somehow that made him both more and less inclined to be merciful with the boy. Ten's family was the cause of Jungkook's pain, whether Ten himself was to blame or not.

"You won't go home until my plan can unfold. The only thing you can control is how you'll spend the time until then."

[cutedevil]

"I'm not a brat! You kidnapped me, you jerk. Do you think I'm just going to be okay with that?" He just spent five hours tied up and gagged, he felt like that was reason enough not to like this guy. He didn't have much affection for him. Or anyone here. He just wanted his men to come and get him. "My father will find you. You know he will. You may think you've got something on him but he'll massacre you. He won't let anyone hurt me."

As far as he knew, at least. He and his father had never been close by any means but he was his son. He had to protect him. "I want out, I don't want to be here!" He kicked his legs childishly, achieving very little. "Fuck, I--I'll give you money. Fine, whatever you want. I can give you big money, yeah? That's good. You can leave the country or buy a load of coke and deal it." Whatever it took to leave.

[bluemold]

Yoongi headed down again, tired from discussing things over and over with Namjoon and figuring things out with Hobi, questioning Jungkook on why his boyfriend had to be part of the team instead of just being his pet, which wasn't a fruitful discussion, given that Tae had been stretched out across Jungkook's lap the entire time. It wasn't so much that Tae was useless, he was just... odd. Yoongi didn't like working with people he couldn't predict entirely.

Either way, finally he could head down with a bowl of food and another bottle of water, setting them both down before touching Ten's shoulder again and then starting the task of undoing the hood and taking the earplugs out.

[cutedevil]

This was longer this time. It felt longer. He thought he slept but he wasn't sure. His arms felt numb, his one leg kept cramping and his jaw hurt. Yoongi did it tighter this time, he tugged on the corner of his lips more. The light stung and he closed his eyes for a while, just breathing slowly and waiting patiently until the ear plugs were out.

He eyed the food hungrily and whined, slowly trying to pull himself up, to shift positions now he could see what he was doing. Dropping forward sluggishly, he hit against Yoongi's chest and just sort of stayed there. He was warm. Warmest thing in this room. Smelled good too, probably just showered.

[bluemold]

Ten looked pretty awful, but that made sense. Yoongi didn't like it, it felt as if he was doing this to a civilian. Just not a good feeling. Whatever. He undid the gag and set it aside, automatically using his hands to massage the sides of Ten's face, to keep his jaw from locking. That was just good sense, he needed him to be able to talk, after all. "Do you want to eat and drink?"

Just a question, might as well see how cooperative he was feeling.

[cutedevil]

"Yes."

There was no hesitation, he wanted to drink, his stomach was eating itself and he was ready to have lunch/breakfast/dinner whatever this was, he didn't care. He didn't know what time it was. His eyes were bloodshot and tired as he let Yoongi massage his jaw, feeling a little better at the feeling. "I'm so hungry." What did he have to do to get food? "... Please?"

[bluemold]

"You can have a few bite for the right attitude." Yes, he was being lenient, but he had honestly decided by now that it was very unlikely that someone like Ten knew anything worth knowing, so he could allow for that. He reached for the bowl and started to feed Ten a few bites of kimchi fried rice, pausing after four and putting the bowl away again, instead reaching for the bottle. He allowed Ten some gulps before closing that, making sure he had his attention.

"Do you feel like talking to me today?"

[cutedevil]

The food was so good, he wanted to keep eating, he didn't care what Yoongi wanted to talk about. His stomach gurgled loudly at the loss of food and he gulped down the water, eyes on the lid. God damn it. "I guess." Maybe. He didn't know. It wasn't like he could tell him anything he did know. He didn't want to betray his family and Cheon. "Do we have to talk? I-- my throat hurts."

Worth a shot. "I'm thirsty and I can't think." He eyed up the food needily and tried his best not to say anything bad to Yoongi so he didn't lose it.

[bluemold]

Yoongi wasn't exactly in a good mood when he returned to Ten, not as if that would make much of a difference. He put out the mattress and the bedding, as promised, since that had been a given either way, but he set the food and drink aside for now, just sitting on the edge of the mattress and waiting for Ten to come out.

He checked his phone just in case, but there was nothing new. Well, some emojis from Hobi, but nothing usefully new and he wasn't sure how to deal with that mess yet anyway.

[cutedevil]

"Hey." Ten walked in with bare feet and the sweats on, they didn't quite fit him right but they might be nicer to lie around in. He looked over the bed and smiled faintly, glad he got himself a mattress. He dropped down on it almost instantly and then eyed up the food with great excitement.

"I'm so hungry." He reached out and grabbed the bowl, ready to just eat it all.

[bluemold]

"Not yet." Yoongi snatched Ten's wrist and pulled his hand back, holding on to him as he turned to actually look at him. "You promised me the location before you get food." The now potentially useless location, but whatever. He could still make use of it for something, even if they didn't go there. Might give them an idea of the scope and potential partnerships. He looked at Ten, thought about what he'd look like if he went for pain.

It wouldn't be hard, he was soft. He just didn't think it was a good long-term strategy.

[cutedevil]

Ten sighed and set the food down. He knew he made a deal, he'd stick with it. "Okay, you have to listen very carefully because it's complicated. It's the shipping district in my father's territory. By the pier? Do you know that one? The number of the shipping crate is, uh, 78. That's not the one you want. Because that holds a safe and in the safe is the key. Once you get the key, you go to shipping crate 101 and that's where he keeps the coke."

He frowned and looked down at his food. "I don't know the safe combo but if I know Cheon's father as well as I do, it'd be his wife's birthday or his lucky numbers for the betting tables. I dunno what kind of safe it is. I never went there. I just heard Cheon yelling it at his underling."

[bluemold]

Yoongi let go of Ten's wrist and nodded his head, getting his phone out to text the relevant information to Namjoon, even if Namjoon was most likely going to ignore him at the moment. Whatever, he just had to write it down before he forgot about it and it was faster to text and send it right away. Then he let Ten get the food, gesturing to him to take it.

"This won't last much longer. One way or another. If that makes you feel better." Yoongi wasn't actually sure how he felt about it himself. Things were about to change forever, once more.

[cutedevil]

"What? You mean I won't get to stay in this damp, smelly basement forever." Ten rolled his eyes and picked up his chopsticks. He didn't exactly love this situation. He didn't know what outcome he wanted but he didn't like to think about it. There was a very real chance he was going to die but to think about it made him want to cry. He would just have to beg for father and Cheon is Yoongi failed. And if Yoongi won... he didn't even know.

"Would you ever let me go or will you kill me?" He put more rice into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "I know you said we could be partners but ... I dunno. People lie." He lied all the time.