Yoongi headed down again, tired from discussing things over and over with Namjoon and figuring things out with Hobi, questioning Jungkook on why his boyfriend had to be part of the team instead of just being his pet, which wasn't a fruitful discussion, given that Tae had been stretched out across Jungkook's lap the entire time. It wasn't so much that Tae was useless, he was just... odd. Yoongi didn't like working with people he couldn't predict entirely.
Either way, finally he could head down with a bowl of food and another bottle of water, setting them both down before touching Ten's shoulder again and then starting the task of undoing the hood and taking the earplugs out.
This was longer this time. It felt longer. He thought he slept but he wasn't sure. His arms felt numb, his one leg kept cramping and his jaw hurt. Yoongi did it tighter this time, he tugged on the corner of his lips more. The light stung and he closed his eyes for a while, just breathing slowly and waiting patiently until the ear plugs were out.
He eyed the food hungrily and whined, slowly trying to pull himself up, to shift positions now he could see what he was doing. Dropping forward sluggishly, he hit against Yoongi's chest and just sort of stayed there. He was warm. Warmest thing in this room. Smelled good too, probably just showered.
Ten looked pretty awful, but that made sense. Yoongi didn't like it, it felt as if he was doing this to a civilian. Just not a good feeling. Whatever. He undid the gag and set it aside, automatically using his hands to massage the sides of Ten's face, to keep his jaw from locking. That was just good sense, he needed him to be able to talk, after all. "Do you want to eat and drink?"
Just a question, might as well see how cooperative he was feeling.
There was no hesitation, he wanted to drink, his stomach was eating itself and he was ready to have lunch/breakfast/dinner whatever this was, he didn't care. He didn't know what time it was. His eyes were bloodshot and tired as he let Yoongi massage his jaw, feeling a little better at the feeling. "I'm so hungry." What did he have to do to get food? "... Please?"
"You can have a few bite for the right attitude." Yes, he was being lenient, but he had honestly decided by now that it was very unlikely that someone like Ten knew anything worth knowing, so he could allow for that. He reached for the bowl and started to feed Ten a few bites of kimchi fried rice, pausing after four and putting the bowl away again, instead reaching for the bottle. He allowed Ten some gulps before closing that, making sure he had his attention.
The food was so good, he wanted to keep eating, he didn't care what Yoongi wanted to talk about. His stomach gurgled loudly at the loss of food and he gulped down the water, eyes on the lid. God damn it. "I guess." Maybe. He didn't know. It wasn't like he could tell him anything he did know. He didn't want to betray his family and Cheon. "Do we have to talk? I-- my throat hurts."
Worth a shot. "I'm thirsty and I can't think." He eyed up the food needily and tried his best not to say anything bad to Yoongi so he didn't lose it.
"I think your throat his fine. Your voice sounds all right to me." Yoongi wasn't about to relent that much. Ten had eaten and drunk, not a lot, but enough. Enough to keep him alive and even in a relatively good state. "Answer some questions, give me things I consider useful and then I'll let you eat and drink more."
Simple enough. "And if you behave really well, I won't use the hood again. Might even get some rewards, who knows." Well, he knew, but that was the point of this all.
"Cheon is in the business already, isn't he? He does work with his father?"
Ten lowered his head and huffed. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to play his game but he didn't like being alone in the dark. He kept hearing things, which he knew was impossible, but it left him kind of freaked out. Petulantly, he was silrnt for a while before he huffed.
"Yep. He is. And yeah, he does. He's going to take over soon."
That was a kind of down low thing though. He didn't know if he could say more. He shrugged his shoulders. "Is that enough?"
"Take over, huh? He's a bit young for that." Few years older than him, but still. About the intelligence of a twelve year old still, Yoongi was sure. How old was his father? Interesting note though. Very interesting. He might have to go after Cheon rather than the father. Yoongi reached for the bowl and fed Ten two more bites, then let him take one gulp from the water.
It was worth something. "No, that's not enough." Obviously. "Does Cheon ever take you to meetings? Does your father?"
Only two bites for that! That wasn't fair. "I hate your system." This sucked so much. He had so much rice left and so few things he wanted to share. "Sometimes, yeah. I have to go with Cheon when he wants to show off and sometimes daddy takes me to learn the ropes." Ten didn't like them, he always got bored and playing games on his phone. He really loved playing dating sims.
"Now I get more bites." Well, he was demanding but he gave something, he wanted more food. "Gimme."
"Attitude, Ten." But Yoongi's voice didn't sound harsh as he said that, no immediate bite to it. He didn't take it that seriously, that was just what happened to a child raised without restrictions, he supposed. He didn't really want to take that version of a fighting spirit out of him entirely. "Just tell me where you usually go for those meetings and you can have the entire bowl and as much water as you want. I might even throw in dessert."
That was so unfair. He looked at the bowl with such wanting. He couldn't give away locations of his meetings. That was insane. "They'd just go in and try to kill them and then I'll be a traitor. And where does that leave me, huh? Dead! No. This isn't fair. It's cheating. You can't ask questions like that." As if he could somehow dictate that. "You owe me some bites, I told you stuff before. Give me."
"If you helped me, Ten, then I would take care of you. My word means something." Back in the day, that sentence alone might have been enough to give away his identity, but times had changed and their code of honour had apparently been all but forgotten. That fact alone gave Yoongi new drive every day. "But fair enough. If you can't tell me that, I'm sure you can come up with something else useful enough to earn you more food. You got two bites for that yes or no answer before. I want more."
"Bullshit, you wanted to kill me." He said it when he first arrived and he knew it had to be a load of crap. "You're just going to keep forcing me to talk just to eat and drink until you have everything and then I'm dead." Surely his dad had to come soon. His phone was in the car, maybe it could be tracked. If it wasn't already destroyed. He looked longingly at the food, too distracted by it.
He didn't want to talk more, everything he said would get him into trouble. He looked at Yoongi, debated with himself what to do next and then he just decided to go for it. What did he have to lose? He let himself go limp, falling forward, leaning heavily against Yoongi. Then he let his head drop. Right into Yoongi's lap. "You need to be nicer to me. I'm a good boy. I'm trying." And with that, he nuzzled.
"...we are not playing that way." Yoongi pulled Ten up by his hair, because he could feel himself reacting and he really didn't need to back up the big dick claim, because this was not how he played with a hostage, not at all. "I'm very nice to you. I haven't even hurt you yet." So many torture instruments going unused, apart from Tae and Jimin banging them around.
"You shouldn't try provoking me." Or turn him on, for that matter. Both dangerous in their own way.
"I'm not! I just want you to be nice to me. You ask me questions I can't answer and when I try to give you something, you don't want it." Ten let out a small, pained whine at the way his hair was yanked, knowing how to do it just right. Knowing how to get that reaction. "You could hurt me a little if you wanted. The good kind of hurting."
He batted his eyelids, hating himself a little. Was he really whoring himself out for a bowl of rice and some worthless secrets that didn't matter to him? "I wanna go upstairs. It's cold here."
"You're ridiculous." And this was the son of his big enemy? Yoongi had no idea what to do with any of this. How did they even have this exchange? Ten wasn't a whore, he was definitely not supposed to act this way, but here they were and Yoongi felt his pants get uncomfortably tight. He got up, taking a step back and away from Ten. "Seems like I've been a little too nice to you."
"You think? I'm cold. And hungry. And my arms hurt because I can't move them. You're being a temperamental dick!" He was nice to him then he wasn't, he offered him food and then screwed him over. He was so done with this awkward bastard. Why couldn't he just be into him like most other boys were? It was so much easier when boys liked him. Then he could use them. "You're not nice to me. If you were nice, I'd be going home!"
He didn't know why he was yelling, it was a mix of fear, pain and rejection that just made him lose his temper. "I'm not telling you anything. Not again."
Perhaps it was time to let him understand the situation he was in, because somehow Ten kept clinging on to his childish way of interacting with the world, entirely ignoring what was actually happening. So Yoongi looked down at him, glad to feel his erection going down again. Good. He needed a clear head.
"I'm going to kill your father. I'm going to kill Cheon's father. I'm going to kill Cheon. I'm going to keep killing until I've reached my goal, Ten. This city deserves a lot better than what your family has done to it and I'll right that wrong. That's what's going to happen."
Ten didn't know what to feel. It didn't seem possible. He pulled his bounce legs up against his chest and looked at Yoongi, unsure what to say. He didn't have enough men to take down his dad. And Cheon was so close to being more powerful than his father. He lowered his head and huffed.
"Then I'm dead either way, aren't I? So what's the point of me telling you anything?" He was his son, he'd be dead. Whether Yoongi did it or if the traitors who would turn came at him. It was hard to say. "Who are you? Why do you hate my dad? He never did anything to you."
"I'm Min Yoongi." Which he supposed should answer all of the other questions Ten might have as well, although there would be a lot more. He knew that both him and Jungkook were thought to be dead, he had arranged for that after all. It seemed forever ago now, so much had happened since then. But he had never forgotten where he came from and he was so close to returning where he belonged. "My word means something."
Oh God, seriously? These impostors and wannabes were pathetic. "Min Yoongi died. So did all that family. They're ancient, old news. My dad got rid of the Min clad." That's what he always said. "Natural selection." They were weak. Losers. And his dad crushed them because of that. He eyed up this guy who claimed to be Yoongi, unsure if he was serious or not. Could he be? "The word means something to the Min clan. That clan doesn't exist any more."
"Have you ever wanted your word to mean something too?" Yoongi decided to ignore the dismissal. Honestly, he was used to it and it was due to his own efforts, so he couldn't even complain. It was the 'natural selection' comment that got to him. The only reason their clan had been taken down had been backstabbing and cowardly moves that they would have never had considered. Still, he had seen his father die with honour, he had been prepared to do the same. Perhaps he might have, if it hadn't been for Jungkook. "I'm curious. Do you think that having honour is ancient too? Old news?"
"I don't think about it. I don't make promises. I don't handle business by myself, I don't get involved. So I don't have honour, I guess. I don't care either." He couldn't mess what he didn't have. He didn't know what to say but Yoongi's eyes were burrowing into him and he felt weird under his glare. "Maybe it's not old news but you're not on top, if you are who you say you are, so your honour means nothing."
He licked his lips and eyed the food. "I'll never be in charge, you know? It's pointless taking it out on me."
"Honour always means something. It means the most when you have nothing else." Yoongi looked at him for a few moments more and then crouched down by him, reaching for the bowl again. This time he kept feeding Ten, not even acknowledging the statement about taking it out on him. He wasn't taking anything out on him or Ten would be bleeding by now. Perhaps dying.
Maybe he had just outgrown his rage. He knew Jungkook would be less likely to hold back. Yoongi finally let him drink again, just watching.
"I will be on top. And maybe you could join me there."
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Either way, finally he could head down with a bowl of food and another bottle of water, setting them both down before touching Ten's shoulder again and then starting the task of undoing the hood and taking the earplugs out.
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He eyed the food hungrily and whined, slowly trying to pull himself up, to shift positions now he could see what he was doing. Dropping forward sluggishly, he hit against Yoongi's chest and just sort of stayed there. He was warm. Warmest thing in this room. Smelled good too, probably just showered.
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Just a question, might as well see how cooperative he was feeling.
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There was no hesitation, he wanted to drink, his stomach was eating itself and he was ready to have lunch/breakfast/dinner whatever this was, he didn't care. He didn't know what time it was. His eyes were bloodshot and tired as he let Yoongi massage his jaw, feeling a little better at the feeling. "I'm so hungry." What did he have to do to get food? "... Please?"
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"Do you feel like talking to me today?"
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Worth a shot. "I'm thirsty and I can't think." He eyed up the food needily and tried his best not to say anything bad to Yoongi so he didn't lose it.
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Simple enough. "And if you behave really well, I won't use the hood again. Might even get some rewards, who knows." Well, he knew, but that was the point of this all.
"Cheon is in the business already, isn't he? He does work with his father?"
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"Yep. He is. And yeah, he does. He's going to take over soon."
That was a kind of down low thing though. He didn't know if he could say more. He shrugged his shoulders. "Is that enough?"
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It was worth something. "No, that's not enough." Obviously. "Does Cheon ever take you to meetings? Does your father?"
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"Now I get more bites." Well, he was demanding but he gave something, he wanted more food. "Gimme."
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That was so unfair. He looked at the bowl with such wanting. He couldn't give away locations of his meetings. That was insane. "They'd just go in and try to kill them and then I'll be a traitor. And where does that leave me, huh? Dead! No. This isn't fair. It's cheating. You can't ask questions like that." As if he could somehow dictate that. "You owe me some bites, I told you stuff before. Give me."
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He didn't want to talk more, everything he said would get him into trouble. He looked at Yoongi, debated with himself what to do next and then he just decided to go for it. What did he have to lose? He let himself go limp, falling forward, leaning heavily against Yoongi. Then he let his head drop. Right into Yoongi's lap. "You need to be nicer to me. I'm a good boy. I'm trying." And with that, he nuzzled.
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"You shouldn't try provoking me." Or turn him on, for that matter. Both dangerous in their own way.
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He batted his eyelids, hating himself a little. Was he really whoring himself out for a bowl of rice and some worthless secrets that didn't matter to him? "I wanna go upstairs. It's cold here."
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He didn't know why he was yelling, it was a mix of fear, pain and rejection that just made him lose his temper. "I'm not telling you anything. Not again."
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"I'm going to kill your father. I'm going to kill Cheon's father. I'm going to kill Cheon. I'm going to keep killing until I've reached my goal, Ten. This city deserves a lot better than what your family has done to it and I'll right that wrong. That's what's going to happen."
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"Then I'm dead either way, aren't I? So what's the point of me telling you anything?" He was his son, he'd be dead. Whether Yoongi did it or if the traitors who would turn came at him. It was hard to say. "Who are you? Why do you hate my dad? He never did anything to you."
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Oh God, seriously? These impostors and wannabes were pathetic. "Min Yoongi died. So did all that family. They're ancient, old news. My dad got rid of the Min clad." That's what he always said. "Natural selection." They were weak. Losers. And his dad crushed them because of that. He eyed up this guy who claimed to be Yoongi, unsure if he was serious or not. Could he be? "The word means something to the Min clan. That clan doesn't exist any more."
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He licked his lips and eyed the food. "I'll never be in charge, you know? It's pointless taking it out on me."
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Maybe he had just outgrown his rage. He knew Jungkook would be less likely to hold back. Yoongi finally let him drink again, just watching.
"I will be on top. And maybe you could join me there."
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