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"He's a scared kid. He's naive, he has no idea what he's doing. He's trying to figure out a way to survive this. I'm offering him a way. It's as simple as that. Hobi interfering isn't going to help." Yoongi shook his head, unwilling to explain his thought process and knowing he wouldn't get around it. "He'd be no use to us broken."
"...so, what?" Hobi didn't know what to make of that. He knew Yoongi was good at interrogation, they both were, no instruments needed. Not that they couldn't be helpful. "He looked pretty fresh. Are you even hurting him?"
"His story about Cheon's father checks out, doesn't it?" Yoongi just ignored the question.
"...so, what?" Hobi didn't know what to make of that. He knew Yoongi was good at interrogation, they both were, no instruments needed. Not that they couldn't be helpful. "He looked pretty fresh. Are you even hurting him?"
"His story about Cheon's father checks out, doesn't it?" Yoongi just ignored the question.
"Well, yeah, but that's not exactly enough, is it? And he was wrong about the kind of cancer he had. Could have just been winging it. Heard he wasn't well, guessed cancer." Namjoon didn't like this. He didn't want to not trust Yoongi but it just all seemed a bit off. They could have a lot more information a lot faster if they just hurt the brat. "Are you doing anything to give him a real consequence? Cause it just sounds like you're putting him in time out every time he does something bad. Upsetting, not overly effective."
He looked at his computer and idly considered what he'd already found out since they'd got here and how they'd adapted their plans. All him and Hobi. While Yoongi sat down there with the heir of another family.
"... I think maybe we should give Hobi a try. Compare and contrast. He's scared but I doubt he's naive."
He looked at his computer and idly considered what he'd already found out since they'd got here and how they'd adapted their plans. All him and Hobi. While Yoongi sat down there with the heir of another family.
"... I think maybe we should give Hobi a try. Compare and contrast. He's scared but I doubt he's naive."
"He's a spoiled kid that just wants to fuck around. You're acting like I've been wasting time. We never even thought he'd know anything useful, remember? All of this is a bonus. We just need him with us. The plan is still on track." Getting refined, sure, but Yoongi wasn't going to let Namjoon act as if him spending half an hour every few hours with their hostage was his only contribution. "He barely knows anything, he's not in the business. He knows that location because he's overheard his boyfriend. If it will make you happier if that's cut out of him, go ahead. I'll give you a knife."
"...calm down, Yoongi." Hobi lifted his hands and took a step back, not wanting to get involved in this argument. Granted, Yoongi sounded calm, but he knew him well enough to know that wasn't saying much. He so wasn't getting between Namjoon and Yoongi.
"...calm down, Yoongi." Hobi lifted his hands and took a step back, not wanting to get involved in this argument. Granted, Yoongi sounded calm, but he knew him well enough to know that wasn't saying much. He so wasn't getting between Namjoon and Yoongi.
"We have to go to that location!" No, Namjoon wasn't back down on this one. He slammed his hand on the table and got up. It wasn't often that Namjoon got angry but he had to worry about everyone in this room and he couldn't afford to get them screwed over. "What if he sends us into a trap? What if he's lying? What if we get there and it's the wrong place or Cheon is waiting? Then we die. And then what? They'll find Tae or Jungkook or Jimin, if they're not with us. You think they won't have fun killing them."
He couldn't let his boys get hurt. He loved them so much. "Look, Yoongi, Ten isn't Jungkook. I get it. They're the same age, they're from similar backgrounds and you care, don't you? Well, I don't take great pleasure in this either but you don't know if he's jerking you around yet."
They had some scrap of info. That was it.
He couldn't let his boys get hurt. He loved them so much. "Look, Yoongi, Ten isn't Jungkook. I get it. They're the same age, they're from similar backgrounds and you care, don't you? Well, I don't take great pleasure in this either but you don't know if he's jerking you around yet."
They had some scrap of info. That was it.
Hobi shrunk back further, while Yoongi just looked at Namjoon, pushing down on whatever anger he felt. "It's nice to know you don't trust my judgement."
It actually kind of hurt, underneath all that anger simmering inside him, but he was trying to ignore that as well. "We can argue whether to disregard what information he gives us or not all night, if you're feeling it, but I know how to get to him. You thought he might be lying to save himself pain, now you think he might be lying because he's not in pain. I can't be bothered with you doubting me all day. Do your work. I'll see what he tells me and then we can decide what to do about it."
It actually kind of hurt, underneath all that anger simmering inside him, but he was trying to ignore that as well. "We can argue whether to disregard what information he gives us or not all night, if you're feeling it, but I know how to get to him. You thought he might be lying to save himself pain, now you think he might be lying because he's not in pain. I can't be bothered with you doubting me all day. Do your work. I'll see what he tells me and then we can decide what to do about it."
"It's not that, I just -- Jesus, Yoongi. I don't want anyone to get hurt." He didn't know what to say. He just wanted to use every method possible to check. They always did that. It was protocol. God, Yoongi taught him that And now he was yelling at him for wanting to do what he'd always been told to do. What they'd learned in ops. "Whatever."
Closing his laptop, Namjoon packed it away and made a move to leave. "Do whatever you like. Ignore everything that you ever told me." To be thorough, ruthless and always, always check intel. "Totally on me." Namjoon kicked the door shut behind him, locking it tight and dropping down on his bed. He just wanted to protect Yoongi, why did he have to treat him like that?
Closing his laptop, Namjoon packed it away and made a move to leave. "Do whatever you like. Ignore everything that you ever told me." To be thorough, ruthless and always, always check intel. "Totally on me." Namjoon kicked the door shut behind him, locking it tight and dropping down on his bed. He just wanted to protect Yoongi, why did he have to treat him like that?
He so could not deal with that right now, but he hated fighting with Namjoon. Yoongi turned around and headed for the kitchen, distracting himself by actually preparing food for them all, since Jin was apparently out anyway. Probably working, he assumed, he usually was. He didn't want to risk Tae trying to cook again.
Finally he headed for Namjoon's door, leaning against it. He didn't want this. "There's food in the kitchen." What was he supposed to do, apologise? "We can talk later."
Maybe he could explain his thinking to him.
Finally he headed for Namjoon's door, leaning against it. He didn't want this. "There's food in the kitchen." What was he supposed to do, apologise? "We can talk later."
Maybe he could explain his thinking to him.
"Sure." Namjoon didn't get up, he didn't really feel like talking to anyone right now. He just kept on doing his work. Like Yoongi told him too. He was the one in the wrong, apparently. Despite all he'd ever been told, Yoongi was no longer happy with him. Maybe Jungkook was right.
That fucking kid. He was a devil child.
That fucking kid. He was a devil child.
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.
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.
"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.
"I'm so hungry." He reached out and grabbed the bowl, ready to just eat it all.
"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.
It wouldn't be hard, he was soft. He just didn't think it was a good long-term strategy.
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."
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."
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.
"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.
"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.
"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.
"I haven't made promises, because I don't know how things will go. It's a gamble. I know what I'm doing, but that doesn't mean it will pay off." He was certainly hoping, but it was far from a sure bet. "My thought is that having you with me would sway some people reluctant to fall in line. In whatever capacity. You aren't part of the business, which helps. It would be symbolic more than anything. I don't really know yet."
It was the kind of thing that he'd like to discuss with Namjoon, but he didn't know if that would go well.
It was the kind of thing that he'd like to discuss with Namjoon, but he didn't know if that would go well.
"So I could be out with you or I could just be a captive puppet you bring out to win people over?" He wished he could just go back to how it was. It was less uncertain, he was less scared. He wanted to play with Yoongi, to flirt and have fun but how did he? He knew death was looming over him. "I really don't want to die."
He just thought he should get that out there. "I'm scared of dying." He thought it'd be nothing. Empty. Horrible. He didn't like the idea. He ate a little more rice and swallowed hard. "If you do ever kill me, please don't tell me before. Let it be a surprise."
He just thought he should get that out there. "I'm scared of dying." He thought it'd be nothing. Empty. Horrible. He didn't like the idea. He ate a little more rice and swallowed hard. "If you do ever kill me, please don't tell me before. Let it be a surprise."
"There's worse things than death, I guess. Sometimes I feel like it'd be easier. But don't worry. I won't die." He had to stay alive, for the sake of Jungkook, for the sake of everyone he felt responsible for. No easy way out for him. But of course, death would be a more frightening concept for Ten. He nodded at his request, feeling a little bad that this was what was on his mind right now. Not that he could blame him.
"If we both survive, I'll take you out on a date some time."
"If we both survive, I'll take you out on a date some time."
"Like being tied up with a hood on forever and ever?" Ten was thinking a lot about that lately. People who suffered that. There was no sense of time, nothing grounding, it was so scary. Maybe that was what death felt like. He didn't like to think about it. "There are worse ways to live, I guess but I'm still afraid to be dead."
He smiled faintly and moved closer to Yoongi, their legs brushing together. "I would like that. I know a lot of people here wouldn't but... I like you."
He smiled faintly and moved closer to Yoongi, their legs brushing together. "I would like that. I know a lot of people here wouldn't but... I like you."
"M-hm. Give that a few weeks of freedom when you're not reliant on me as your only company and I'm sure you'll change your mind." Yoongi had no delusions there. He might be using the psychological effect, but that also meant that he was very aware of it. "I'm not very likeable."
And he highly doubted that he was going to become more likeable, now that things were being set into motion.
And he highly doubted that he was going to become more likeable, now that things were being set into motion.
"Aww, you think you've been likeable this far? I know you're being nice, which is funny cause Hobi called you the 'bad cop' but ... I don't think you are. You're not likeable all the time but you're good." He smiled at Yoongi, he couldn't say that he'd had the best time with him, he found him quite cruel and unfair in his own ways but he brought him food and he was cute. It was pretty good right now. "I like you in spite of what you did to me. I dunno. You seem to care and I never cared about anything. I like to learn from you. I think you're interesting."
He ate some more rice and then looked down, studying the bowl. "I -- Are you sure you have to kill my dad? Can't I just oust him like Cheon wanted?"
He ate some more rice and then looked down, studying the bowl. "I -- Are you sure you have to kill my dad? Can't I just oust him like Cheon wanted?"
"No, I don't think I'm ever likeable. I just think you like me for lack of options." Yoongi shrugged and looked up at the ceiling. "I could be more of a bad cop, but I'm getting what I want from you this way, so it's working." Obviously not for his friends, but that was something he would have to deal with with them, not something to discuss with Ten. "But you're right, I do care. Glad you think it's interesting."
He looked at Ten from the side, shaking his head. "He killed my father in front of me. I can't compromise on that."
He looked at Ten from the side, shaking his head. "He killed my father in front of me. I can't compromise on that."
"I could get rid of him. Come on, he's my dad. I never wanted him dead. I could just ... I can give you all of his money and then you send him away." He reached out, gripping on Yoongi's arms and trying to look him in the eyes. "Killing him won't undo what happened. You're just taking my dad from me. Can't you just -- I mean, he won't even rule. Just kill Cheon!"
He was the bad guy here. "Mafia hits aren't personal. Don't make it personal."
He was the bad guy here. "Mafia hits aren't personal. Don't make it personal."
"You're right, it's not personal. Killing has stopped being personal to me. I used to see your father's face whenever I killed." Now he didn't feel that drive for revenge anymore, he just knew what had to be done. "I need to establish myself. He all but wiped out my clan. It's not a time for lenience. Leaving you alive would show strength and honour. Leaving him alive would show weakness."
"So there's no way around it? My dad dies?" And he played a hand in it. He felt like such a traitor. He wasn't close with his dad, he didn't have much love for him but his mother had. His people did. They'd always seem him as a traitor. "I don't want to see my dad die. If you do it." He didn't want to see the look of disappointment on his face. "He always said I was a screw up and an idiot. He won't even be surprised I fucked up."
"Nothing you could have done or not done would have changed your father's fate, Ten. He sealed that the day that I got away from him, that has nothing to do with you." Yoongi didn't like thinking back on that day, but of course these days it was on his mind constantly. "You won't have to see it. But it's not on you. You were just needed out of the way, that's all."
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