"No, I'm just as mouthy." Cheon didn't love it but it was part of the game he played. He eagerly looked at the water, expecting more and watching the cap go on. Aww. Fuck. Huffing, he leaned back and looked at Yoongi, just studying him before he decided to talk. Whatever. He was bored and he couldn't resist teasing. If he was going to suffer, he could at least have fun. "The difference is that he punishes me. Sometimes the only thing that can cure misbehaviour is a good spanking."
He managed to smile a little, wishing he had more charisma for it. "How do you know Cheon?"
"It's been a few years since I've seen him. I used to be close to some of the Dark Dragons before I realised that they are scum." That had been a heartbreaking realisation at the time, when he'd thought he was in love with Yejoon, but he'd been a dumb teenager and he had learned since then. "You seem as if you could do better than that too. You should think about that if you survive."
"I'm not about to marry him. He buys me things and we fuck. I say boyfriend but ... it's not really like that." He wasn't about to run away with him. Well, he knew this guy wasn't a dark dragon but he didn't know much else. "We were friends first, anyway. I used to translate for him. A lot of gangsters use Thai." Ten shrugged and then, belatedly, realised that he should have played dumb and not given that away. Fuck! "No big business. Just whores."
"Human trafficking, last I checked." Yoongi knew a lot, obviously, but any additional information he could get could prove to be worthwhile, so he felt the best strategy would be to act as if Ten wasn't telling him anything he wasn't certain about. "Pretty dirty business. But of course your father wouldn't mind being all up in that as long as it gets him money."
No principles, no honour. There were so many reasons he had to take the power back.
"It's just part of life. It's being a gangster. Everyone's happiness depends on people's suffering. The clothes you wear keep you warm, bet it doesn't keep the people in the sweatshops that made them warm. It's all a load of bullshit. You can't fix the world, why not exploit it?" That's what his dad always told him. The world was a shithole, nothing good about it, nothing positive but the money.
"I think if you're stupid enough to get trafficked by someone, it's probably your own damn fault." Just seemed logical to him.
"Then you must think that you are pretty damn stupid right now." Yoongi was just pointing it out. He reached down and put a hand flat against Ten's crotch, having no intention of actually going there, but wanting him to realise just what a situation he was trapped in himself. If he wanted to, he could do whatever he wanted to Ten. "Some people are just unlucky. That's not their fault."
"What are you doing?!" Ten yelped and went to pull back but he was already against the wall. Shit, his hand was warm. And right there. And he was always so fucking easy, he could feel a semi building and he gritted his teeth, willing it back down. "I was fucking stupid, I should have had a better drive. He was incompetent, didn't even try to shoot your men." And now some dickhead was grabbing his dick. "Get off me."
"Huh." Yoongi raised his eyebrows, honestly not having expected that. Was Ten this twisted or did he not get how serious the situation was? Perhaps a mix between the two. Whatever it was, he had his hand on the guy's dick and he could definitely feel him harden. "Usually Stockholm syndrome takes a while, you know?"
That was really now what he'd expected here, maybe that was why he kept his hand there. "You're into this?"
"You're the guy with your hand on my dick after you kidnapped me and tied me up and you're judging me? Fuck you." That was not fair. He felt the light pressure, not quite enough, and he remembered how it felt whenever Cheon teased him. He liked teasing, he liked pain, he liked being helpless. Too bad he didn't like this jerk and he knew how dodgy this was.
He wasn't about to let some kidnapper fuck him. "Get your hand off!" Fuck. He had it all the way up now. It rubbed against his waistband and he made a small whine in the back of his throat. "I'm not yours."
"I wouldn't even take you gift-wrapped." Yoongi pulled his hand back, rolling his eyes. "I'm just questioning your priorities here, but you're right. Can't blame you for your kinks." Not as if Ten seemed comfortable with it. Which, honestly, made the entire situation just a little bit more interesting than it had already been. "Too bad things turned out the way they did. We could have had some fun together, in a different life."
Taking Cheon's boytoy from him seemed like a sweet idea.
"Yeah, well, I don't want you either. Jerk. Fuck off." Great, now he was turned on and it was rubbing his jeans, rejected and honestly a little pissed off that he was rejected. Which was stupid! He shifted awkwardly and pulled a face, looking down. Oh. Shit. There was no missing that. "... My pants are tight." That was why. So there. He looked at Yoongi and glared. "Whatever. Doesn't matter."
He tried not to look down and focus on Yoongi, ignoring the elephant in the room. "I want food. I haven't eaten. I'm hungry."
"Hungry for something, I can tell." Yoongi didn't even bother keeping the amusement out of his voice. Whatever, definitely seemed as if Ten had a kink for that kind of humiliation too, judging by the state of him, so it wasn't as if he could feel too bad about it. "Anyway. Answer a couple of questions and we will see. If you refuse, you can go back in the hood. If you're a good boy, I'll see about helping out with that hunger."
Back to the hood? Fuck. He looked at Yoongi with panic and shifted in his place, his dick throbbing in his pants. The threat, the fear. Why did it have to turn him on? Now he'd gotten started, it was hard to stop. He tried to focus up, looking at Yoongi with as much resentment as he could manage. "Go on, ask me. I'll see if I feel like playing." The idea of being a good boy made his dick twitch.
"Tell me what you know about your father's deal with the Dark Dragons. What are the ties between you, other than the one we already discussed?" Yoongi leaned back against his hands as he watched Ten, trying to keep his eyes focused on his face, but it was difficult to not at least glance down. Fascinating. This guy really had to curse his own kinks right now.
"I--I can't tell you that! What do you think I am? Some weak little brat. I have loyalties too, you know? What we do is our business. I'm not going to tell you." Yoongi just wanted to exploit him and use him, he didn't care about the hood, he wasn't going to be weak. Clearly he thought he was a push over if he could just come out and ask it. "I'm not going to -- stop looking at my dick."
"It's right there." What was he supposed to do? Yoongi certainly hadn't expected that to be part of their negotiations. He took a deep breath, focusing on Ten's face and doing what he could to ignore the very obvious boner, even if that was proving to be a challenge. He was disciplined, he could do this.
"So, first question and you refuse to answer? Noted." He wondered how long that would keep up, once the hood came back into play. "Simple question now. You are not involved with the business side at all, are you? Just a party boy."
"I'm not answering your bullshit. You just want to pump me for information. It's not going to happen. I'll take my chance and wait for my father." He had to come soon, right? He didn't want the hood again, he didn't want to be here. He hated it so much. He would have just told him but he couldn't. If he let him know what he know of business, he'd use all his information then kill him.
They said earlier that he wasn't needed alive. So what he knew ensured his survival. "You want to know about the Dark Dragons and my father? Well. Too bad." He wasn't feeling very brave but he smiled regardless, just trying to win back some pride. The boner kind of took a lot of it away. "So sad."
"Pretty bad for you," Yoongi admitted, while reaching for the gag. It wasn't really what he wanted to do, but clearly Ten wasn't being cooperative. "I'll have more questions whenever you actually feel like talking." He had time. The plan was still unfolding and Ten was just one of the factors in it and one he had under control pretty well.
"But you do get some bonus points for almost making me regret that I'm not a pervert." It would have been tempting to take just a little bit of advantage in this situation.
He swallowed hard and eyed up the gag, uncertain and afraid, knowing he didn't have a choice. Yoongi could force it on him. And God, why was that hot? It wasn't hot! He wanted to kill him. Ten didn't really want any of this but he couldn't help his mind wondering. He moved his head away, a vain attempt to avoid being gagged. "You wish you could fuck me. I'm too good for you. I only fuck high calibre men, not nameless nothings."
"You wish I'd fuck you. Biggest dick you've ever had, what does my name matter?" Obviously his name mattered a lot and he was officially just flirting by now, but whatever. Namjoon wasn't here to judge him and he had a cocky smile to smile while looking at Ten and not yet putting the gag in. Whatever, he was awake anyway, he could wait a while longer and talk a little more.
"Oh please, you should see the size of Cheon." Well, apparently he was having a dick waving contest. "Besides, it's not the size, it's how you use it." Ten's wasn't overly big but he'd never been self conscious about it. He knew how to work his dick and get the most of it, that's all he cares about. "You're such a pervert. Making me all helpless and leaving me down here in your bondage." Ten pouted a little. "Bastard."
"I've seen Cheon. Not worth remembering." Which was definitely influenced by how much he hated the guy, but still. He was bigger. "You are right though. Seems like you don't quite know how to use yours for anything other than getting you into trouble." Not that he had room to judge, he'd been there and done that for sure. "I think the only thing you hate about your situation is that I'm not taking advantage."
His pride was a little wounded now, knowing it was a half truth at best but he felt weak. He didn't want to give in. He was not good at a lot of thing but if he told about his father or Cheon, he was as good as death. Tilting his head back, he spat at Yoongi. What else could he do? "Keep your filthy hands off me, you nobody."
"If I was nobody, I'd give you what you want." Yoongi wiped the spit off his arm and finally forced the gag on Ten. He tightened the straps and made sure he couldn't spit it out, then looked down at him and over to where the hood was. Damn it. He couldn't afford to be soft. He closed his eyes and thought of Jungkook, trying to be strong for him. He was doing this so Jungkook wouldn't have to. To get closure for them both.
Ten whined loudly in frustration and writhed around, hating that he was so weak and that someone like Yoongi could just boss him around, use him and eventually, he'd kill him. All his struggling did was knock him down on his back, looking up at Yoongi and glaring with as much hate as he could. Fuck this guy. He could do his worst, he could hang in there, he could try - he had to be brave.
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He managed to smile a little, wishing he had more charisma for it. "How do you know Cheon?"
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No principles, no honour. There were so many reasons he had to take the power back.
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"I think if you're stupid enough to get trafficked by someone, it's probably your own damn fault." Just seemed logical to him.
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That was really now what he'd expected here, maybe that was why he kept his hand there. "You're into this?"
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He wasn't about to let some kidnapper fuck him. "Get your hand off!" Fuck. He had it all the way up now. It rubbed against his waistband and he made a small whine in the back of his throat. "I'm not yours."
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Taking Cheon's boytoy from him seemed like a sweet idea.
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He tried not to look down and focus on Yoongi, ignoring the elephant in the room. "I want food. I haven't eaten. I'm hungry."
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For God sake, why couldn't it go down?
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"So, first question and you refuse to answer? Noted." He wondered how long that would keep up, once the hood came back into play. "Simple question now. You are not involved with the business side at all, are you? Just a party boy."
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They said earlier that he wasn't needed alive. So what he knew ensured his survival. "You want to know about the Dark Dragons and my father? Well. Too bad." He wasn't feeling very brave but he smiled regardless, just trying to win back some pride. The boner kind of took a lot of it away. "So sad."
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"But you do get some bonus points for almost making me regret that I'm not a pervert." It would have been tempting to take just a little bit of advantage in this situation.
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He swallowed hard and eyed up the gag, uncertain and afraid, knowing he didn't have a choice. Yoongi could force it on him. And God, why was that hot? It wasn't hot! He wanted to kill him. Ten didn't really want any of this but he couldn't help his mind wondering. He moved his head away, a vain attempt to avoid being gagged. "You wish you could fuck me. I'm too good for you. I only fuck high calibre men, not nameless nothings."
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His pride was a little wounded now, knowing it was a half truth at best but he felt weak. He didn't want to give in. He was not good at a lot of thing but if he told about his father or Cheon, he was as good as death. Tilting his head back, he spat at Yoongi. What else could he do? "Keep your filthy hands off me, you nobody."
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