"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."
Ten finished his food and he was quiet for a while, not sure about what to feel over any of this. He hated everything about this. "I-- I can tell you something." Whatever. This guy was going to kill him, no matter what he said. He was the son of the man that wiped out his clan, he doubted he'd last long. And even if he did, Cheon would doubt him and his father too.
"It's important. And you'll want to hear it." Of course, he wasn't an idiot. "I'll tell you if you promise to let me out of the straight jacket and you take me upstairs. And I'm allowed to have water and go outside." It was worth going big and then bargaining down.
"If what you tell me is worthwhile, then yes. Not alone, no chance of escape, but yes." Yoongi left it at that, unsure what Ten would offer him at this point. But who knew, maybe it would be worth it. So far, Ten had managed to surprise him a couple of times. He looked at him expectantly, waiting for what he had to say, head tilted to the side.
"Cheon's father is dying. He has cancer. Give it six months, if that, and he's over with. You don't even need to take him out." He bit his lower lip and then turned his head to the side, feeling a bit guilty overall about what he was about to say. Maybe he had no honour, he couldn't help it. He didn't want to do this. "Cheon wants to take over. Everything. So he said ... that I should oust my father and become the leader myself. Then he can run it and I'll be the figure head."
He didn't think he could do that to his father and he assumed that Cheon would just get him out of the way pretty fast. "I said I didn't want to rule and he said he'd help me but I didn't think it'd hurt my dad!" That was what happened when kids were that shelters. No consequences.
Yoongi frowned, thinking immediately. He had to talk to Namjoon, this was huge. It would explain so much of the activity they had found and it painted a very clear target on Cheon's back. Good, because he was already itching to take him out anyway. He looked at Ten finally, giving a slight nod. "That was good information."
He had to give him that. "Cheon is a selfish, controlling dick. He's been like that all his life. Do you know Yejoon? A long, long time ago, I had something going on with Yejoon. I know Cheon. I know the Dark Dragons. And I know how to take them out."
"Yejoon is such a fuck boy." Well. He was. Ten didn't know what to feel about any of this, he just gave away a lot and Cheon would probably kill him for it. And if his dad found out, he'd kill him in a heartbeat. It wasn't like they were overly close. He just protected Ten out of PR and honour. And apparently that didn't mean a lot to his dad.
"You said if it was good, I got to go up." He hoped that Yoongi meant it. If he didn't then he knew it for a fact, his word was bullshit. "And I want dessert. And a bed tonight, it's cold here and the floor hurts!"
"You'll get to go up," Yoongi agreed, bending down to undo the straps of the straight jacket and pull it off Ten, then he used his knife to cut through the tape. "Stretch a little first, that will lessen the cramping a little." There wasn't really that much hurry. At least not for Ten, he definitely had reason to talk to Hobi and Namjoon as soon as possible. "Are you going to try running?" Might as well ask him, maybe it'd make a difference.
"That's a stupid question." Eventually, yeah. He wanted to haul ass out of here and try to get to freedom but what he'd just told Yoongi could get him killed so he didn't even know any more. Maybe he could hide in the woods. How hard could it be to live in the woods? They had berries and stuff.
Stretching a little first to try and stop the pain, he stood up and braced himself on the wall. His legs were wobbly and his arms ached. "I won't run if I get dessert." That was his deal. "I want ice cream mochi."
"I've no idea what we have, but you can try and ask. Politely." Yoongi debated blindfolding or handcuffing him, but then decided against it, instead just unlocking the door and then heading up the stairs, waiting for Ten to follow him. He opened the door as soon as he reached him, calling out to the others. "I have Ten with me. He's been very helpful, so he gets some freedom and dessert."
And, no, he didn't want to have an argument about that.
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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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"It's important. And you'll want to hear it." Of course, he wasn't an idiot. "I'll tell you if you promise to let me out of the straight jacket and you take me upstairs. And I'm allowed to have water and go outside." It was worth going big and then bargaining down.
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He didn't think he could do that to his father and he assumed that Cheon would just get him out of the way pretty fast. "I said I didn't want to rule and he said he'd help me but I didn't think it'd hurt my dad!" That was what happened when kids were that shelters. No consequences.
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He had to give him that. "Cheon is a selfish, controlling dick. He's been like that all his life. Do you know Yejoon? A long, long time ago, I had something going on with Yejoon. I know Cheon. I know the Dark Dragons. And I know how to take them out."
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"You said if it was good, I got to go up." He hoped that Yoongi meant it. If he didn't then he knew it for a fact, his word was bullshit. "And I want dessert. And a bed tonight, it's cold here and the floor hurts!"
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Stretching a little first to try and stop the pain, he stood up and braced himself on the wall. His legs were wobbly and his arms ached. "I won't run if I get dessert." That was his deal. "I want ice cream mochi."
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And, no, he didn't want to have an argument about that.
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