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.
Yoongi didn't want to, but he put the earplugs in, he put the hood back on and then he headed back up the stairs, not looking back again. Instead he only stopped when he was at the top of the stairs, leaning back against the door and looking at the closet Tae had almost walked into today, staring off at nothing. He would have to do a lot worse before this was over. He would have to do a lot worse for the rest of his life, most likely, or at least until he managed to establish their family again.
There really was no other choice. He wasn't sure why Ten was bringing out a softness in him that he'd thought had died long ago.
"Everyone else is asleep. I'm guessing you couldn't sleep." Interesting. Jungkook didn't remember his brother dedicating this much time to a hostage, especially not one that was supposed to be in solitary. Perhaps he went down there to hurt him, hard to be sure. Jungkook was still on the arm chair, idly reading a book that Namjoon had given him.
"Me neither. We're so close now." It was kind of exciting, kind of scary. "You're a good brother to do this."
"You should be asleep, Kookie." Yoongi wasn't about to send him to sleep, he had to get used to it still, but his baby brother was no longer a child. He walked over to his chair, settling on the arm rest and leaning an arm against his shoulder.
"We're close," he agreed, not sure what to think about the good brother statement. "Good brother. Good son. I don't know about any of that. It's what needs to happen, isn't it? And it will."
"You've got your training, you can survive anything now. You have." He'd seen his scars, seen that haunted look in his eyes. He wished Yoongi hadn't suffered so much to get where he was but here they were. "With Namjoon and Hobi, we'll not fail. We'll save our city and reclaim what's ours."
For him, it wasn't just a matter of pride or a matter of wanting. He just wanted to do what was best for the home he loved, that their father loved. "I miss dad every day."
And those bastards took him from them. "He used to tell me how great the city was and now it's a shithole thanks to those monsters. They don't care about people."
"No, they don't. That's what they teach their children. No honour, no morals." Yoongi compared how Jungkook talked to all he had just heard from Ten and he turned his head to kiss the top of his brother's head. He loved him, he loved that he still had that purity in him and such an unbroken strength of spirit. Everything he had risked and sacrificed to keep Jungkook safe had been more than worth it.
"We'll save our city. Do you know anything about the Dark Dragons, Kookie?"
Nodding his head, he smiled at him and he didn't know what else to say? They were scum. "They tried to charge my not-uncle for his restaurant, claimed it was for protection, and when he didn't pay up, they fucking trashed the place." They were bastards. They had to pay for what they did, what they continued to do. "That Ten kid is a real brat. No wonder he's with one of them." Oh yeah, Namjoon had told him. "We'll get what we need from him then get rid of him." By any means.
"Don't judge so harshly. He's a spoiled brat, he knows nothing about the real world. You could have been like that if things had been differently." Obviously, the way they had been raised would have prevented a lot of it from the beginning. "Besides, Ten is his father's son. A lot of the men that are with our family now are loyal to him, so it might not be the smartest idea to kill him, not if there's another choice."
Yoongi hadn't made up his mind yet and he wouldn't really discuss this with anyone other than Jungkook or Namjoon in this way.
"I guess. Still think he's a brat. Whether or not we kill him, he'll be a problem." But he trusted Yoongi, he knew he would work this all out. He looked at his brother and then leaned forward, resting his head against his arm. "I trust you. No matter what you do, I'll follow suit."
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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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There really was no other choice. He wasn't sure why Ten was bringing out a softness in him that he'd thought had died long ago.
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"Me neither. We're so close now." It was kind of exciting, kind of scary. "You're a good brother to do this."
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"We're close," he agreed, not sure what to think about the good brother statement. "Good brother. Good son. I don't know about any of that. It's what needs to happen, isn't it? And it will."
He had an elite team, after all. And Tae.
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For him, it wasn't just a matter of pride or a matter of wanting. He just wanted to do what was best for the home he loved, that their father loved. "I miss dad every day."
And those bastards took him from them. "He used to tell me how great the city was and now it's a shithole thanks to those monsters. They don't care about people."
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"We'll save our city. Do you know anything about the Dark Dragons, Kookie?"
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Nodding his head, he smiled at him and he didn't know what else to say? They were scum. "They tried to charge my not-uncle for his restaurant, claimed it was for protection, and when he didn't pay up, they fucking trashed the place." They were bastards. They had to pay for what they did, what they continued to do. "That Ten kid is a real brat. No wonder he's with one of them." Oh yeah, Namjoon had told him. "We'll get what we need from him then get rid of him." By any means.
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Yoongi hadn't made up his mind yet and he wouldn't really discuss this with anyone other than Jungkook or Namjoon in this way.
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He was a good little brother.