powerboys | I'm sorry, change your career

"It's not supposed to be, I know, doesn't mean I like it. I never slept on a floor before. It hurts. And it's always cold. And I'm still hungry." One lousy bowl of rice and some water. It wasn't exactly what he was used to. Humming lightly, he nuzzled against Yoongi's shoulder and enjoyed the steady pets. "I figured we'd never fuck. You're pretty turned off by me. I guessed as much. It's okay."

He must have thought he was so pathetic and useless.

"It's not that I'm turned off by you, but the circumstances aren't helping." At least today they weren't. The other day, staring at Ten's erection? Yeah, he could remember that all too vividly. "You really need to learn how to ask for things properly though."

Wait, that came out wrong, Yoongi could feel heat rise in his cheeks. "Food and stuff, not the fucking." Yeah, that came out really, really wrong. "You shouldn't ask for that at all."

"You sound like you want some begging?" Ten laughed despite everything and stayed where he was, comfortably against Yoongi, putting on that voice he knew Cheon loved so much. "Please, master, I--I'm so desperate. My dick hurt! Make it better. Please." He let out a few breathy little whimpers in-between, whining a little at the end.

He knew exactly how to get laid. Usually. Not with this guy. He licked his lips and huffed out a small laugh. Unbelievable. He turned himself on. Looking down, he hoped Yoongi didn't pay any attention to it. "Be gentle. I'm delicate."

"You're being ridiculous," Yoongi informed him, firmly pushing down on that part of him that was into this. He thought about how Cheon would like it and that actually helped quite a lot. "I don't think you're anywhere near as delicate as you pretend to be." Although he might be at least as horny, unless this was all an act. Yoongi looked down and swallowed, turning his head to the side. Yeah, definitely not an act. "Kidnapping you has been a strange experience."

"Everyone always calls me strange. My dad especially. I am a bit odd, I guess." Ten giggled at that and then tilted his head forward, swiftly stealing a quick kiss on the cheek. His lips were soft and gentle. His tongue flicked out on his way back, gently licking the shell of his ear. "Makes it easier to get through the bad things, having a bit of fun. Playing around." He huffed out a sign and leaned his chin on Yoongi's shoulder. "Besides, I really do have a thing for handcuffs and this is really fucking with me pretty hardcode."

"Hm." Yoongi supposed that made sense. He decided against shoving Ten off, thinking it might be better to just act as if it wasn't happening. "Adds up." Strange nonetheless, but hey. It wasn't as if he couldn't get into handcuffs given the right circumstances and he supposed the little prince here was just having his first exposure to handcuffs under the right circumstances. "Sorry to disappoint, but there won't be any hardcore fucking here. I don't do that."

Wait.

"I mean. Not like this."

"I don't expect you to fuck me. You're not fun." He smiled at Yoongi a little and stuck out his tongue, waggling it a little before shuffling back and giving him some space. "I get a bed tonight? Yeah? And more food." He was hungry and tired, he had to focus on the essentials instead of his dick. For once. "Do I-- You're not going to put me in the hood again, are you?"

The ominous item wasn't far away and he eyed it like it was a dog ready to bite him.

"You get a mattress, bedding and I'll see about food. Probably." Yoongi did want to give him that, even if he didn't want to say yes right away. Best to make Ten understand that it wasn't something to be taken for granted. "No hood. You are lucky, I might even give you something to read."

Maybe he could learn about some of the things he had blinded himself to. "I prefer talking to you like this to torturing you, honestly."

"I don't like reading. Reading is for nerds." Ten crossed his legs and tried to stay where he was, not overly wanting Yoongi to leave. He wanted to stay with him. It was nice to have company, someone to talk to, someone who didn't glare him down. Even if he was cruel, he didn't know if he was scared of him or not. "I prefer this too. Hurts less."

He tilted his head to the side and smiled at Yoongi. "If we're just talking and I'm down here, all the doors are locked... can you uncuff me? I'm not dangerous."

"No, you're not." Yoongi frowned, then shook his head. "I don't have the keys." Slightly embarrassing, but these were Hobi's handcuffs, so Hobi had the keys. However, he had a small toolkit and he waved Ten over. "Come here."

Shouldn't be too much of an issue to get these to unlock, they weren't exactly heavy duty. He had gotten out of cuffs like those under much worse circumstances. "I don't know if we have much else to talk about."

Ten considered everything for a moment, considered the video he saw and how Yoongi could look at him with such empathy. He felt his hand grip his wrist and pick at the lock. It wasn't an ideal situation but ... he understood Yoongi. Or he wanted to. He liked him too. Against his better judgement, despite his tantrums, he liked Yoongi.

"... I know where Cheon keeps his coke." Shit. He was really gunning to die today. "If you sit with me and talk for a while, I'll tell you."

"...okay. I'll sit with you." That would be incredibly valuable information and Ten had to know that. Yoongi freed one of his wrists and rubbed Ten's skin for a moment, then moved on to the other side. Whatever else could be said about his approach here, it seemed to be working. No need to break Ten, he was just opening up. Slowly, bit by bit, but in very important ways. "I'm surprised you'd know that."

He didn't think Ten was bluffing, but still. It was interesting. "You might get a lunch box out of that too."

"He ties me up a lot. For a long time. It's the games we play. Once he had me tied to the bed, bound and gagged, he didn't do the earplug trick. He was talking on the phone in the other room but he was so loud. So angry. I heard him ask him to check their two storage locations." Ten remembered the name of one of them, he had been stuck on the bed thinking about it for a while and it lodged in. "One of them I forget. It was a weird name."

"I want a lunchbox, bed and water. Oh. Green tea. I know what it's worth to you." A lot. "So I want to have a proper lunch. With you."

"I'd have thought you'd want better company. Someone more your age, anyway." Although he supposed he had shown him the least animosity so far, so there was that. "One storage location and you get all that. Sure." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. "I'll even make you a lunchbox myself."

Wasn't he lucky. Well, he was pretty sure Jin was the better cook, easily, but Yoongi didn't know if he could bother him with this without having conversations he didn't want to have.

"Such a good housewife! I'm good, I'll take you. The others want to kill me. Or they call me 'this' and 'the brat' so I'd rather have lunch with a nice boy." Ten used his hands to ruffle his hair, wincing and pulling a face. "I want a shower too. I'm dirty. I smell like sweat." It wasn't a nice look or smell.

"Let me have a shower first and then afterwards, I'll tell you the location. Then I get the rest. Deal?" Ten held his hand out to shake. "I know I'm a hostage but you said we could work together. So ... let's try. A deal where we both benefit."

"Deal. There's a bathroom down here." Yoongi shook Ten's hand and then got up, heading for the door in the corner and opening it, flipping the light switch. "I think there's even clothes in that closet there. Nothing special, but if you want to change..." He remembered seeing sweat pants and t-shirts and maybe it was all a little low key for a rich boy like this, but hey. It would be clean.

"I meant it," he said, as he looked at Ten, "About us working together. It's not impossible. You are popular among the men. More popular than your father. They don't think you are a leader, but they like you."

"That's cause I'm pretty and I shut up. And I give them money." Money meant nothing to Ten so sometimes he just handed people a hundred to get them to go away. More than once someone came to grovel about their debts and Ten just paid it for them to shut them up. It wasn't so much generosity as a dismissive attitude to money. Besides, they always came back and gave him things.

With no shame, he started to pull his clothes off, dropping his shirt on the floor and looking at Yoongi. "They think I'm a brat. But a brat has money. They think I'm dumb that I give it away but then they come back, they give me food and shiny things. I get no value from coke and people but I really like when the local venders bring me food." Ten dropped his pants and kicked them off, his underwear still a bit damp from before. "Sometimes they're so grateful, I get Thai food. Like when I was home!"

"...couldn't you just buy Thai food anyway?" Yoongi was just saying. He kept his eyes averted at first, then decided that was silly and just looked at Ten as if he wasn't almost naked. He was a tough gangster, he could handle this. He shrugged. "Whatever makes you popular. Everyone always loved Jungkook."

Because he was sweet and tiny, always trying to be serious and copying their father and Yoongi. It had been adorable. Yoongi didn't really know how popular he had been, but he was the heir. He was his father's son. That was what he needed to be for this. "Keeping you alive would be a bigger gesture than killing you."

"Yes but I have to buy the fancy stuff, dad insists. We got to the best places. The finest food. Nothing can compare to street food from your home, though. Holding hot food that someone as made all their life so perfectly? You can't compare." To him, that was true Thai food, the thing that reminded him of going out into the city with his mother and trying new things. "Jungkook is your brother, yes? The one who wants me dead."

Lovely guy. He didn't like him. "Glad keeping me alive is worth something. You keep me alive, I'll get you some khanom man." Best food he could think of. With that, he dropped his boxers. He was close to smooth down there, his dick slightly to attention. "My mom used to get me that when we went to the marketplace."

"I see. I like street food, I see your point." Yoongi also definitely averted his eyes again, giving a nod. "Yes. He's my brother." And, yes, of course he wanted him dead. "I've kept him alive. I can keep you alive too. Especially for... Whatever that is. Sounds good."

Yeah, he was definitely naked now. Yoongi took a deep breath and stepped away from the door so he could shut it. "Have a shower. And don't get naked in front of just anyone." It was entirely too difficult to not look at him, but luckily he was disciplined.

"Oh, I'm not getting naked in front of just anyone. I'm getting naked in front of my future partner." Ten smirked and gave him a flirty look, turning around while he still had his attention to make sure he got a good look at his ass. He didn't have Cheon any more, that bridge was burned. He needed someone else to want him.

Yoongi was his best candidate.

"Flattering," Yoongi commented drily, then he shut the door and took a deep breath. Why did these things happen to him? He was sure he only had himself to blame, which made it worse. With a shake of his head, he headed upstairs, checking whether he actually had everything for the promised lunchbox and starting the rice cooker for everyone, since he was sure they'd all need food soon anyway.

He checked in with Hobi and Namjoon, returning the handcuffs to the former. "I might get the location of one of the Dragon's coke storage places out of him soon."

"You finally started torturing him, huh? Good. It always gets better results." Namjoon didn't like hurting anyone but Ten was driving them all nuts and after what had happened up here, he kind of assumed that was what Yoongi was going for. He looked up from texting Jin some cute emotes, looking up at Yoongi. "Might be false info to make you stop though. Could be bullshit."

How the hell did Ten know about that kind of stuff? "He can't know that."

"I've never given you false information before, have I?" Yoongi didn't exactly like being questioned on this, since he knew what he was doing was perhaps unconventional, but Namjoon got to question him, as did Hobi. He'd chosen to work with people he considered equals and vice versa, it was only really annoying sometimes. "Whatever I tell you, it will be factual. He told me how he knows, it'd check out."

"You could have just asked me for the keys," Hobi pointed out after inspecting the cuffs, then turning his attention to Yoongi. "He seems like someone who'd lie to spare himself pain."

"I know. I'm handling it."

"He's a good little manipulator. Look at him, he got you to bring him upstairs, pissed everyone off and tried to run away. He's playing a game just like we are." It was impressive in some ways. He expected Ten to be sobbing and begging, scared out of his mind. Instead, he just seemed to want to keep fighting, keep trying to get there.

"Maybe you should let Hobi double check? He might say different things to different people. Then we can catch him out." It was probably a good way to check. He tilted his head back and looked at Hobi. "I got the instruments ready."

It was admittedly a little weird Yoongi hadn't used them yet. He was starting to get kind of worried that Yoongi was getting manipulated too.

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