powerboys | I'm sorry, change your career

"...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."

"They are pretty shitty. He mostly just gets me clothes. Not really good clothes. I can dress myself to look sexy, you know? He goes for a hardcore rentboy look." And he really didn't need that, he was a mobster's son. "He got me a necklace once but ... it had his name on it." Which kind of undercut the gesture. He pulled a face and looked at Yoongi, not impressed. "Like I said. I use boyfriend for lack of any other word. It's not love."

"I figured. People tend to react differently when the life of a loved one is threatened." But so far Ten hadn't shown overly much caring for anyone other than himself, which might not be the worst thing, considering circumstances. However, there were some things to consider. He didn't think he'd want him to stay alive if he just had a lack of empathy overall, the way he talked about how others suffered still stuck with him. Although he thought that this had more to do with how Ten managed to detach himself from the situation than him actually lacking heart.

That was his theory, anyway. "Come here." He gestured to the floor next to him. "I want to show you something."

Ten hadn't ever had much of a reason to care. He was more told to care. Cheon was good in bed, that was his main appeal, otherwise he was a rude brute. And his father had never really been endeared to him, they always had distance. He loved his mother a lot but she was long gone. It was hard to love people who gave him nothing.

Slowly, he shuffled forward and moved as quick as he could, dropping down on the floor next to Yoongi curiously. "What are you going to show me?" Oh. "The legendary dick?"

"Yeah, you just keep dreaming of that, kid." Yoongi rolled his eyes, but there was an edge of amusement to it, and he pulled his phone out, quickly looking through the gallery. Finally he found a video, he had a lot of them. Their research tended to lead them down dark paths.

He held his phone so Ten could see, hitting play. It was a simple scene, a case of a family not having the money required, the father getting beaten, the children crying, clinging to their mother. The camera focused on the victims more than anything, even as the daughter - who couldn't even be a teenager yet - was led away in spite of the near hysterical sobbing and begging.

"We tried to get a good shot of her face," Yoongi said calmly, "Facial recognition."

Ideally, maybe, she was still alive somewhere. Perhaps not entirely broken. Then maybe they could reunite them.

"... Why are you showing me this?"

He didn't want to see stuff like that. He winced and looked away, he didn't want to see people suffer like that. He knew his business caused these kind of things but that didn't mean to had to see it. Of course he felt bad, there was no denying it, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Stop playing it." He didn't like how she cried. He wanted to cover his ears but he couldn't. "This is a shitty thing to show someone."

"Thing it's a shittier thing to do to someone." Yoongi lowered his phone, looking at Ten and feeling relief at having his theory proven. He wasn't heartless, he just tried not to think about it. "Those were Dark Dragon men, in case you didn't recognise. When my clan was in charge, we had rules. You know that. I believe they were what your father referred to as weakness."

What an asshole. "This is why I want to take over. I don't care about having power. I can't let people like Cheon have it. There are worse videos on here. There are some that only I have seen, since my men couldn't stomach it either. I feel that it's all my responsibility. It's my responsibility that it's happening to someone, so I have to be able to watch it happen. Least I can do."

"Don't show me any more. It's not my fault, I don't order these things! I don't meet the Dragons unless Cheon wants me to. I didn't hurt that girl." Yet he sure as hell felt like he did. His dad always told him that these things happened, people were stupid, they fucked up and they deserved what happened to him. And Ten always told himself that. Yes, there was some denial involved but it was just easier.

Seeing it made it harder to pretend. "My dad says people bring this kind of thing on themselves." It was easier to say that and close his eyes, feeling like shit for what he'd seen. "... They should have hurt the dad, not his kids."

"It's not as simple as all that. And usually the ones suffering are the least to blame." Yoongi shrugged. "Sometimes the issue is just that they were in the wrong territory, get punished for where they live. They don't choose it." Yoongi looked at Ten, frowning. He was taking it even harder than expected. He put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. So soft under that bratty act he put on. He wasn't surprised, but it was good to see proof of it.

"You have more honour than you think you do, Ten."

"I really don't."

It was easier that way. He curled his legs up against himself and glared at the other side of the room. He didn't like feeling bad. It was horrible. Like a nagging in his gut and he didn't know how to make it stop. He just wanted his dad to come and get rid of it for him. He just did as he was told, that made it easier. "Dad wasn't always like this. When mom died, he just ... he stopped smiling. He says there's nothing good in the world." He frowned, doing the math and looking at Yoongi. "About the same time you lost your dad, I guess. Roughly."

"So I hear." Yoongi knew a lot about Ten's father, obviously, but it was a different matter, hearing it from his son directly. "It probably speaks for your father, not against him, that he's kept you so sheltered." There were a lot of other things that did speak against him, so Yoongi's motives weren't conflicted there.

"It's hard to smile in some roles.. I've hardly ever seen my own father smile all the time I've known him." And Yoongi knew that he didn't smile a lot these days either. It was what it was. "But there is good in the world. He's wrong about that."

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