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Yoongi exchanged one look with Hobi and then just set out after Ten, since he was a little closer. Obviously any of them could have caught them, even Namjoon sitting in the other room, but Yoongi wanted to make sure he got to him before Jungkook could shoot him. He tackled him to the ground and immediately forced his hands behind himself, using the handcuff dangling off Ten's wrist to lock it to the other wrist and pressing his knee down hard against the small of his back, one hand on his neck to keep him down. He leaned down so he could whisper near his ear.

"Are you insane? My brother could have shot you, you idiot."

"I want to go! I hate you, you fucking bastard. You said if I helped you, you'd reward me but you talk about me like I'm nothing." Ten wriggled and flailed, not seeming to care that behind him, Jungkook literally had his gun trained on the area Ten had just been. Desperately, Ten tried to get out from under Yoongi.

"I'm glad my father wiped you out. You're a clan of cowards. You're pathetic." His eyes watered and he didn't want to cry but he was so fed up of this. "It's not my fault that your dad sucked at his job."

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"Shut the hell up." Yoongi was not about to let Jungkook execute him right here and there, but part of him was tempted. He forced Ten up on his knees, which meant that he was actually kneeling behind him, but it also meant that he could pull him back against his chest, draw his knife and hold the blade right against Ten's throat. He kept his voice low, as calm as he could. "I'm treating you kindly, because your ignorance and naivety is not your fault and I take no pleasure out of crushing or breaking someone like you. But I won't listen to your disrespect. Clear?"

He knew he was right. He knew it. They were weak, cowardly, picking on him when there was so many of them. He felt the knife to his throat and he sniffed lightly, looking at the trees longingly. Was there a road nearby? Hobi drove here, there must be. "You don't treat me kindly. You treat me like a prisoner. Because I am one."

"Slit his throat, hyung." Jungkook came over, luckily missing whatever the fuck Ten just said but he could guess. "We got enough from him, why keep him around?"

"I'll do what I see fit." Yoongi didn't really need the commentary, but of course it was unavoidable. He would have to deal with it. Tae stayed close to Jungkook, a little bit behind him, watching with wide eyes.

"And you have no idea how much worse I could treat you and you don't listen to me." Of course, it was all to be expected. Little brat. He had no idea what suffering really meant. "I'm offering you your only chance at survival. Stop kicking it away."

"You're going to kill me. I know you are. You're just stalling until you know everything. Well, I won't tell you a thing more!" He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die. He started to cry and he felt so pathetic but he didn't want it to end like this. "Why don't you treat me worse? Don't give me less pain and act like it's a kindness."

Jungkook gritted his teeth and tried his best to stay quiet. It was hard to hate the kid, he was so fucking pathetic. He knew nothing about real pain. About the world. Reaching back, he held onto Tae, just in case he got too close.

Yoongi got up, pulling Ten up afterwards, careful not to nick his skin, but not putting the knife away. He held on to the cuffs and pushed him back toward the house, his face showing nothing and Tae shrunk back a little, tightening his hold on Jungkook. He hated when Yoongi got like this and he hated even more whenever Jungkook seemed close to it. It scared him. He knew violence, obviously, but this was different. His father had never been controlled.

"Your brother is so scary." He muttered it once Yoongi had walked Ten inside, shuddering as he tried to even figure out what might happen to Ten now.

Inside, Yoongi moved Ten back into the basement, even if he had considered different things before. He finally let go of him, giving him a shove. "Get a hold of yourself."

"He always has been. That's why when he says no to me, I listen." Jungkook had never earned himself a look like that and he intended to keep it that way by being a good boy and not pissing him off. With a sigh, he turned back to Tae and put an arm around him, knowing that he'd been scared by so many people in his life already. Violence was usually directed at Tae, not from him. "It's okay. We'd never hurt you."

Ten stumbled down each step of the basement and dropped to his knees, snivelling as he crawled across the floor. He wasn't used to this. To wanting stuff and not getting it. To being hurt. Harassed. Treated so roughly. His knees hurt from the fall and he tried to wipe his face on his shoulders.

"No, I won't." He'd do nothing Yoongi told him. "You can't control how I feel, dickhead."

"I know that." Well, he knew that Jungkook wouldn't hurt him. He didn't know about Yoongi. He never seemed to get angry, not that he could see, which made it difficult. He still remembered the first time he'd seen Yoongi kill. "I'm just... Is he going to torture Ten now? Can't really blame him for trying to run."

"Guess you already forgot that I can control everything about you. I sure as hell could make you feel worse." Looking down at him, he made a face. "I could make you feel better too."

"Maybe. Look. Come on. Ten is a bad kid, he's being a dick. He could make this easier and he won't." Putting an arm around Tae's shoulder, Jungkook tried to smile. "Tae, don't concern yourself. Yoongi always knows what he's doing." Moving Tae back forwards where they were sitting, he sat him down.

Ten turned around so he could drop down on his ass, looking at Yoongi like he was crazy. "You can't. You do nothing to make me feel better." Well. Besides food, drink and outside time. "I was good!"

"...you tried to run, insulted my father and said you're glad my clan was wiped out." None of those things really fell in the 'good' category in Yoongi's book. He shook his head and wondered whether any part of Ten realised how much more trouble he could so easily be in, but he supposed he really didn't have that much self-awareness. It was bizarre. "What part of that was good?"

"I told you what you wanted to know, I was being good and then you brought me up there and your brother stands there, talking about how much he wants to kill me and everyone talks about me like I'm dirt. You wonder why I don't like your clan? I did something for you and you repaid me with other's hate." He didn't do anything to anyone. He didn't even run the business. Why did they all hate him so much?

"What do you care what they think? They won't do anything but what I tell them to. You should care about how I treat you. How I talk to you. How you talk to me." Which clearly was lacking a lot. Yoongi crouched down to be on Ten's level. "You symbolise something they hate for them. I have told you, we could change what you stand for." Not that Ten seemed to be willing to compromise.

"I care what they think because I'm alone here." And he had to rely on these people and they all wished him dead. He wasn't used to it. Usually he was loved. "You make a lot of promises but I don't believe you." He felt so defeated. He couldn't run, he couldn't rely on Yoongi and no one was coming. "I don't stand for anything. I just sit there and I look pretty." Essentially. Yeah. That.

"You could be a lot more than that." Yoongi felt bad for Ten, although he knew he should have despised him for how weak he was. How pathetic. If he'd been like this, Jungkook would be dead, as would he. But there was no use comparing them, they had lived very different life and Ten might learn yet. Slowly. "I haven't broken my word to you yet, have I?"

"You give me a bastardised version of it." He pulled his knees to his chest and sat there, looking at Yoongi and wishing he could do something. He wanted to fight but he didn't know how. "I know what you're thinking. You think exactly how your brother does. That I'm useless and a brat. Maybe I am. I never asked to be a mob boss."

He hated this business. "You can have it if you want it. Take my title, take my place, kill my father and my boyfriend. I can't stop you." He didn't even know if he wanted to. "I'll stay in this shitty, cold basement and I'll be good. Quiet. And you can rule all you want." Clearly that was his main desire. "Whatever you want, big dick."

"I don't want any of this. If I could do what I wanted... Let's just say I wouldn't be here." Yoongi huffed out a laugh, thinking that this very concept really said it all. Ten thought this was based around what he wanted. That he yearned for power. "It's responsibility. My clan is supposed to keep the city in order. We have done it for generations. People suffer. That's on me. It's up to me to fix it. And, yes, I'll have to get power to do that. But it's not about what I want."

He looked at Ten, finally just smiling for a moment. This was too ridiculous. "I have much simpler desires."

"Wanna display that big dick to the world and win some records." He rolled his eyes but he found himself relaxing, The panic in his chest slowly unwinded and he looked at Yoongi, head cocked to the side, admittedly curious to understand him. "I always wanted to be a dancer. My dad said only faggots danced so I stopped." And then fucked his dance teacher as one big fuck you to his dad.

"What did you wanna do?"

"Play piano. Write songs. Produce music." Everything seemed so long ago now, back before he had really understood why these things couldn't happen for him, not that way. Not as what he did with his life. "I was trying to find ways to avoid being who I'd have to be. When it happened."

Then everything had changed and then he'd known that there was no choice any more. "I did breakdancing. Back in the day. You don't dance at all anymore?"

"That is weird." Ten had to laugh, it was kind of funny. Big, scary mafia guy wanted to play piano and write songs. He liked that idea more, sounded less painful for him. "I don't dance beyond a striptease these days but my body still wants to." Hence why it sometimes looked like he had no bones when he did dance. He could do anything.

"You should breakdance for me." Worth a shot. "I'll judge you."

"Yeah, that's not happening." Yoongi shook his head, having to smile a little at even just considering that in theory. That would be a fun thing to explain to the others. "I haven't done it in years anyway. Striptease included." Dancing wasn't that much of a talent for him to begin with and it had fallen on the wayside of more vital skills he had to train.

"I'll forego any stripping too." Couldn't hurt to nip that one in the bud.

"Darn. You're strong. Bet you have a nice body. You have beautiful skin." Very pale, very soft. He was sure that under that shirt, his chest was amazing. He wasn't thinking overly muscled, just firm. Milky. Fun to lick. He tilted his head back, exhausted from his misadventure and looking Yoongi over tiredly.

"Cute smile too. You should do that more. Makes you lot softer, nicer. I like that." It felt safer to see him smiling just a little.

"I don't really smile any more." He supposed Ten made him smile a lot more than he usually would. Perhaps because he felt a lot more removed from all of this, in the weirdest way, given who the boy actually was. He just didn't think like someone from that world. "Anyway, I have too many scars. Not much to look at these days."

Not that he felt insecure about that, but he doubted he was about to win any beauty contest. Not that he ever would have. Beauty wasn't really his thing. Seemed more like Ten's. "Do you know how to shoot a gun?" He was mostly just curious.

"Scars are sexy, you know? Be nicer to me and one day I'll lick every last one." He knew these were wrong promises to make to a man who basically hated him and he didn't much like him either but he didn't think they'd ever reach a point like that. It was all just empty words. Of course it was.

"I learned a long time ago. I think so." He pulled a face, trying to think about it. He didn't really do that kind of thing. "Daddy got me a shiny gun! White gold and black casing. I love it." Never used it but shiny.

"You like shiny things, huh?" It was kind of obvious just looking at him, even setting aside the research they'd done. Spoiled brat indeed. Yoongi mostly wondered why he didn't look down at him the way he rightly should. There was something endearing about him, just as there was something maddening. "Cheon has atrocious taste though. Too bad for you, you can have a boyfriend with all the money in the world, if he has no taste you'll still get awful gifts."

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