powerboys | I'm sorry, change your career

"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."

"Maybe. I guess he's wrong about a lot of stuff." Which was weird and unsettling. Since he was born, his father;s word was gospel and he listened attentively. Now someone was telling him otherwise. It was a lot to take. He leaned his head and let it flop against Yoongi, not caring if it got shoved off. He was tired and hurting, he wanted human comfort.

"I'm sorry about what I said before. About your clan. I was upset." He didn't ever really say sorry so this was a pretty big step for him. "I'm cold and tired, I don't like being tied up unless I'm getting fucked. It's not fun."

"You do of course realise that this isn't exactly supposed to be fun for you, yeah?" Yoongi just felt like asking. He reached up and petted Ten's hair absently, staring off at nothing as he leaned back against the wall. "There's a mattress and bedding we can bring down for you. I can't trust you upstairs." Obviously. "And, sorry, we'll remain on a firm 'no' where the fucking is concerned."

"It's not supposed to be, I know, doesn't mean I like it. I never slept on a floor before. It hurts. And it's always cold. And I'm still hungry." One lousy bowl of rice and some water. It wasn't exactly what he was used to. Humming lightly, he nuzzled against Yoongi's shoulder and enjoyed the steady pets. "I figured we'd never fuck. You're pretty turned off by me. I guessed as much. It's okay."

He must have thought he was so pathetic and useless.

"It's not that I'm turned off by you, but the circumstances aren't helping." At least today they weren't. The other day, staring at Ten's erection? Yeah, he could remember that all too vividly. "You really need to learn how to ask for things properly though."

Wait, that came out wrong, Yoongi could feel heat rise in his cheeks. "Food and stuff, not the fucking." Yeah, that came out really, really wrong. "You shouldn't ask for that at all."

"You sound like you want some begging?" Ten laughed despite everything and stayed where he was, comfortably against Yoongi, putting on that voice he knew Cheon loved so much. "Please, master, I--I'm so desperate. My dick hurt! Make it better. Please." He let out a few breathy little whimpers in-between, whining a little at the end.

He knew exactly how to get laid. Usually. Not with this guy. He licked his lips and huffed out a small laugh. Unbelievable. He turned himself on. Looking down, he hoped Yoongi didn't pay any attention to it. "Be gentle. I'm delicate."

"You're being ridiculous," Yoongi informed him, firmly pushing down on that part of him that was into this. He thought about how Cheon would like it and that actually helped quite a lot. "I don't think you're anywhere near as delicate as you pretend to be." Although he might be at least as horny, unless this was all an act. Yoongi looked down and swallowed, turning his head to the side. Yeah, definitely not an act. "Kidnapping you has been a strange experience."

"Everyone always calls me strange. My dad especially. I am a bit odd, I guess." Ten giggled at that and then tilted his head forward, swiftly stealing a quick kiss on the cheek. His lips were soft and gentle. His tongue flicked out on his way back, gently licking the shell of his ear. "Makes it easier to get through the bad things, having a bit of fun. Playing around." He huffed out a sign and leaned his chin on Yoongi's shoulder. "Besides, I really do have a thing for handcuffs and this is really fucking with me pretty hardcode."

"Hm." Yoongi supposed that made sense. He decided against shoving Ten off, thinking it might be better to just act as if it wasn't happening. "Adds up." Strange nonetheless, but hey. It wasn't as if he couldn't get into handcuffs given the right circumstances and he supposed the little prince here was just having his first exposure to handcuffs under the right circumstances. "Sorry to disappoint, but there won't be any hardcore fucking here. I don't do that."

Wait.

"I mean. Not like this."

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