"It doesn't really matter who I am. What matters is who I will be. And you will help me get there." Yoongi checked the time on his watch, then looked at Namjoon. "Get me the straight-jacket? I want something he can be in for a long time."
He made sure to hold Ten down, taking the gag that Hobi handed him and locking eyes with Ten. He might normally avoid eye contact, but sometimes that made it all the more effective. He forced Ten's mouth open and pushed the gag past his lips, letting Hobi handle the straps in the back. It was a good gag, not too big, big enough. He didn't want any reason to free Ten early.
"The -- what? No! You can't do that!" Ten put up a fight, of course he did, he clenched his jaw as much as he could until he pain was too much, opening his mouth and trying to use his tongue to reject the gag. With it locked in place, he struggled on the floor, tried to jerk his body away, to knock Yoongi off him. He kicked his legs aggressively and locked his fingers together.
They weren't going to put him in a straight jacket like some asylum lunatic! They couldn't do that.
"Got it." Namjoon tossed it to Hobi and figured that this would take some effort to get on. Stupid brat was struggling everywhere. He stomped on one of his legs and tried to pin it down. "It's like a fish out of water."
"Just give it time. He'll tire himself out." Yoongi managed to straddle Ten's chest, holding his hand out and getting the earplugs from Hobi. He put them in, one after the other, making sure they were secure. Locking eyes with Ten again, Yoongi reached for the hood. It was leather, it was thick. There was a limited way for air to get in and that was it. No light, that much was for sure. He forced it on him, tightening the straps one by one, ensuring that Ten was locked into it without sight, hearing or speech. That tended to take the fight out of people.
He got on his knees, using a grip on Ten's shoulder to force him to roll onto his stomach. "Take care of his legs, RM."
Hobi moved next to him, readying the jacket and handing him the keys for the handcuffs.
Ten kept struggling, though the fight was slowly dying. He couldn't breath properly or see anything, he could hear what anyone was doing. It was hard to predict movement. He tried to kick his legs still but they were gripped and locked together, he was sure it was tape but he couldn't hear the familiar sound of it. He was losing energy to fight, he kicked and wriggled more intermittently now, letting out breathy sounds of panic and fear. That guy, his eyes were so cold. Was he really going to murder him? He looked like he could.
"Give it a few more, he'll go docile. Always happens." Namjoon crouched nearby, holding his legs still so he could tape around his knees. "It's fascinating what happens to humans in the dark. I'll tell you guys the science behind it later."
"Oh, goodie. Can't wait." Hobi faked enthusiasm, while waiting patiently. This wasn't exactly a challenge, they were three grown man against one short guy who didn't exactly seem to know much about fighting, but Yoongi clearly wanted to make it about more than just forcing him with superior strength.
Finally they could uncuff him and they wasted no time, fastening the straight jacket securely. Hobi used the longer straps to lock in Ten's legs, which Namjoon had already taped together and that essentially rendered the boy entirely helpless.
"Effective. You look scary, Suga." Hobi was just saying, even as he laughed. Yoongi ignored him, looking down at Ten, trying to explore how he felt about him. It wasn't really his fault, he supposed. But, no, he didn't feel a lot of sympathy.
"We'll give him twelve hours, then he can have something to drink."
Just saying. Twelve hours was a long time. Ten wriggled out the floor, making little panicked noises and hitched breaths, clearly afraid now. Good. He deserved it. Little brat. Standing up, he used his leg to roll Ten over, enjoying the scared squeal he made. "Okay, let's go grab some food."
"That boy he's with. Cheon." Yoongi already headed up the stairs, leaving it to Hobi to lock the door, which he did. Not that there was any danger of Ten getting out. "He's heir to the Dark Dragons. I recognise him. He's a bit older than me, he's always been an asshole. Sadistic psychopath." Especially these days, he imagined. "Might mean we are up against them too."
Namjoon knew the Dark Dragons, who didn't. They were sadistic fuckers. How the hell did they deal with them and Ten's family? "You know, we really need to sure up our plan or we're so fucked. Those guys don't play around." He was definitely going to need to train Tae and Jimin better with the guns. Just in case. "Maybe we can get Ten to give us some deets on them, get ahead of the game."
"If he knows anything. Worth a try." Yoongi doubted there would be that much information, but anything could be helpful. "You and Jimin can see where you get with what we can get out of his wallet. Anything that can get us closer to cutting off assets is worthwhile. I'm still certain that once we control the money flow, people will follow me if we time it right. My name still means something there." Gangsters were very traditional.
He sat down by the table, making a face. "What the hell is that noise?"
"Lemme find out." Namjoon sighed as he looked over the wallet, walking in on Tae and Jimin giggling and slapping together torture instruments. Seriously? What the fuck? "So this is cleaning?"
Turning his head, he yelled at to Yoongi. "That noise is two idiots."
"Tae wanted to know what kind of instruments they were." Jimin lowered his instrument sheepishly. "He started it!"
"Well, I'm ending it. We're trying to have a talk."
"...that totally gets them clean too." Tae was just saying, showing off a very clean instrument that made a horrific sound when banged against another, as it turned out. "Sorry, hyung. We'll be quiet."
"Sure you will." Hobi had joined Namjoon, clearly amused more than anything. "Namjoon, you sound like you're their mother."
"I am their damn mother. Look at them! I asked them to one job and they're banging, making noise!" Rolling his eyes, he playfully whopped Tae around the head, making sure he didn't use a lot of force. "Keep the noise down, your father has a headache."
"... Who is that?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, vaguely horrified. "Oh God, is it Suga? That's creepy! Noooo. I kissed him once."
He was drunk and silly, whatever, he had no shame. Everyone knew it by now.
"Ooohhh, Jiminie has the hots for daddy." Clearly Tae was taking this all very seriously, just grinning as he rubbed the back of his head. "What does that make Jin, Joonie? Your mistress?"
"Poor guy, he could do better," Hobi observed, shaking his head sadly. "I'll tell him to leave you when he gets here tonight." Seemed like something a good friend should do.
"Suuuuure." Huffing, Namjoon playfully shoved Hobi and gestured for him to move. "You're the biggest kid of all, you brat. Now come on, we have business and they have cleaning." Wait, he should clarify. "Quiet cleaning. No banging."
"Okay!" When Namjoon's back was turned, he raised the metal to his mouth and playfully pretended to play it.
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He made sure to hold Ten down, taking the gag that Hobi handed him and locking eyes with Ten. He might normally avoid eye contact, but sometimes that made it all the more effective. He forced Ten's mouth open and pushed the gag past his lips, letting Hobi handle the straps in the back. It was a good gag, not too big, big enough. He didn't want any reason to free Ten early.
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They weren't going to put him in a straight jacket like some asylum lunatic! They couldn't do that.
"Got it." Namjoon tossed it to Hobi and figured that this would take some effort to get on. Stupid brat was struggling everywhere. He stomped on one of his legs and tried to pin it down. "It's like a fish out of water."
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He got on his knees, using a grip on Ten's shoulder to force him to roll onto his stomach. "Take care of his legs, RM."
Hobi moved next to him, readying the jacket and handing him the keys for the handcuffs.
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"Give it a few more, he'll go docile. Always happens." Namjoon crouched nearby, holding his legs still so he could tape around his knees. "It's fascinating what happens to humans in the dark. I'll tell you guys the science behind it later."
Whether or not they gave a shit.
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Finally they could uncuff him and they wasted no time, fastening the straight jacket securely. Hobi used the longer straps to lock in Ten's legs, which Namjoon had already taped together and that essentially rendered the boy entirely helpless.
"Effective. You look scary, Suga." Hobi was just saying, even as he laughed. Yoongi ignored him, looking down at Ten, trying to explore how he felt about him. It wasn't really his fault, he supposed. But, no, he didn't feel a lot of sympathy.
"We'll give him twelve hours, then he can have something to drink."
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Just saying. Twelve hours was a long time. Ten wriggled out the floor, making little panicked noises and hitched breaths, clearly afraid now. Good. He deserved it. Little brat. Standing up, he used his leg to roll Ten over, enjoying the scared squeal he made. "Okay, let's go grab some food."
He was so hungry. "We can discuss plans."
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Namjoon knew the Dark Dragons, who didn't. They were sadistic fuckers. How the hell did they deal with them and Ten's family? "You know, we really need to sure up our plan or we're so fucked. Those guys don't play around." He was definitely going to need to train Tae and Jimin better with the guns. Just in case. "Maybe we can get Ten to give us some deets on them, get ahead of the game."
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He sat down by the table, making a face. "What the hell is that noise?"
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Turning his head, he yelled at to Yoongi. "That noise is two idiots."
"Tae wanted to know what kind of instruments they were." Jimin lowered his instrument sheepishly. "He started it!"
"Well, I'm ending it. We're trying to have a talk."
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"Sure you will." Hobi had joined Namjoon, clearly amused more than anything. "Namjoon, you sound like you're their mother."
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"... Who is that?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, vaguely horrified. "Oh God, is it Suga? That's creepy! Noooo. I kissed him once."
He was drunk and silly, whatever, he had no shame. Everyone knew it by now.
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"Poor guy, he could do better," Hobi observed, shaking his head sadly. "I'll tell him to leave you when he gets here tonight." Seemed like something a good friend should do.
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"Hey, we're good kids."
"Suuuuure." Huffing, Namjoon playfully shoved Hobi and gestured for him to move. "You're the biggest kid of all, you brat. Now come on, we have business and they have cleaning." Wait, he should clarify. "Quiet cleaning. No banging."
"Okay!" When Namjoon's back was turned, he raised the metal to his mouth and playfully pretended to play it.