"I don't expect you to fuck me. You're not fun." He smiled at Yoongi a little and stuck out his tongue, waggling it a little before shuffling back and giving him some space. "I get a bed tonight? Yeah? And more food." He was hungry and tired, he had to focus on the essentials instead of his dick. For once. "Do I-- You're not going to put me in the hood again, are you?"
The ominous item wasn't far away and he eyed it like it was a dog ready to bite him.
"You get a mattress, bedding and I'll see about food. Probably." Yoongi did want to give him that, even if he didn't want to say yes right away. Best to make Ten understand that it wasn't something to be taken for granted. "No hood. You are lucky, I might even give you something to read."
Maybe he could learn about some of the things he had blinded himself to. "I prefer talking to you like this to torturing you, honestly."
"I don't like reading. Reading is for nerds." Ten crossed his legs and tried to stay where he was, not overly wanting Yoongi to leave. He wanted to stay with him. It was nice to have company, someone to talk to, someone who didn't glare him down. Even if he was cruel, he didn't know if he was scared of him or not. "I prefer this too. Hurts less."
He tilted his head to the side and smiled at Yoongi. "If we're just talking and I'm down here, all the doors are locked... can you uncuff me? I'm not dangerous."
"No, you're not." Yoongi frowned, then shook his head. "I don't have the keys." Slightly embarrassing, but these were Hobi's handcuffs, so Hobi had the keys. However, he had a small toolkit and he waved Ten over. "Come here."
Shouldn't be too much of an issue to get these to unlock, they weren't exactly heavy duty. He had gotten out of cuffs like those under much worse circumstances. "I don't know if we have much else to talk about."
Ten considered everything for a moment, considered the video he saw and how Yoongi could look at him with such empathy. He felt his hand grip his wrist and pick at the lock. It wasn't an ideal situation but ... he understood Yoongi. Or he wanted to. He liked him too. Against his better judgement, despite his tantrums, he liked Yoongi.
"... I know where Cheon keeps his coke." Shit. He was really gunning to die today. "If you sit with me and talk for a while, I'll tell you."
"...okay. I'll sit with you." That would be incredibly valuable information and Ten had to know that. Yoongi freed one of his wrists and rubbed Ten's skin for a moment, then moved on to the other side. Whatever else could be said about his approach here, it seemed to be working. No need to break Ten, he was just opening up. Slowly, bit by bit, but in very important ways. "I'm surprised you'd know that."
He didn't think Ten was bluffing, but still. It was interesting. "You might get a lunch box out of that too."
"He ties me up a lot. For a long time. It's the games we play. Once he had me tied to the bed, bound and gagged, he didn't do the earplug trick. He was talking on the phone in the other room but he was so loud. So angry. I heard him ask him to check their two storage locations." Ten remembered the name of one of them, he had been stuck on the bed thinking about it for a while and it lodged in. "One of them I forget. It was a weird name."
"I want a lunchbox, bed and water. Oh. Green tea. I know what it's worth to you." A lot. "So I want to have a proper lunch. With you."
"I'd have thought you'd want better company. Someone more your age, anyway." Although he supposed he had shown him the least animosity so far, so there was that. "One storage location and you get all that. Sure." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. "I'll even make you a lunchbox myself."
Wasn't he lucky. Well, he was pretty sure Jin was the better cook, easily, but Yoongi didn't know if he could bother him with this without having conversations he didn't want to have.
"Such a good housewife! I'm good, I'll take you. The others want to kill me. Or they call me 'this' and 'the brat' so I'd rather have lunch with a nice boy." Ten used his hands to ruffle his hair, wincing and pulling a face. "I want a shower too. I'm dirty. I smell like sweat." It wasn't a nice look or smell.
"Let me have a shower first and then afterwards, I'll tell you the location. Then I get the rest. Deal?" Ten held his hand out to shake. "I know I'm a hostage but you said we could work together. So ... let's try. A deal where we both benefit."
"Deal. There's a bathroom down here." Yoongi shook Ten's hand and then got up, heading for the door in the corner and opening it, flipping the light switch. "I think there's even clothes in that closet there. Nothing special, but if you want to change..." He remembered seeing sweat pants and t-shirts and maybe it was all a little low key for a rich boy like this, but hey. It would be clean.
"I meant it," he said, as he looked at Ten, "About us working together. It's not impossible. You are popular among the men. More popular than your father. They don't think you are a leader, but they like you."
"That's cause I'm pretty and I shut up. And I give them money." Money meant nothing to Ten so sometimes he just handed people a hundred to get them to go away. More than once someone came to grovel about their debts and Ten just paid it for them to shut them up. It wasn't so much generosity as a dismissive attitude to money. Besides, they always came back and gave him things.
With no shame, he started to pull his clothes off, dropping his shirt on the floor and looking at Yoongi. "They think I'm a brat. But a brat has money. They think I'm dumb that I give it away but then they come back, they give me food and shiny things. I get no value from coke and people but I really like when the local venders bring me food." Ten dropped his pants and kicked them off, his underwear still a bit damp from before. "Sometimes they're so grateful, I get Thai food. Like when I was home!"
"...couldn't you just buy Thai food anyway?" Yoongi was just saying. He kept his eyes averted at first, then decided that was silly and just looked at Ten as if he wasn't almost naked. He was a tough gangster, he could handle this. He shrugged. "Whatever makes you popular. Everyone always loved Jungkook."
Because he was sweet and tiny, always trying to be serious and copying their father and Yoongi. It had been adorable. Yoongi didn't really know how popular he had been, but he was the heir. He was his father's son. That was what he needed to be for this. "Keeping you alive would be a bigger gesture than killing you."
"Yes but I have to buy the fancy stuff, dad insists. We got to the best places. The finest food. Nothing can compare to street food from your home, though. Holding hot food that someone as made all their life so perfectly? You can't compare." To him, that was true Thai food, the thing that reminded him of going out into the city with his mother and trying new things. "Jungkook is your brother, yes? The one who wants me dead."
Lovely guy. He didn't like him. "Glad keeping me alive is worth something. You keep me alive, I'll get you some khanom man." Best food he could think of. With that, he dropped his boxers. He was close to smooth down there, his dick slightly to attention. "My mom used to get me that when we went to the marketplace."
"I see. I like street food, I see your point." Yoongi also definitely averted his eyes again, giving a nod. "Yes. He's my brother." And, yes, of course he wanted him dead. "I've kept him alive. I can keep you alive too. Especially for... Whatever that is. Sounds good."
Yeah, he was definitely naked now. Yoongi took a deep breath and stepped away from the door so he could shut it. "Have a shower. And don't get naked in front of just anyone." It was entirely too difficult to not look at him, but luckily he was disciplined.
"Oh, I'm not getting naked in front of just anyone. I'm getting naked in front of my future partner." Ten smirked and gave him a flirty look, turning around while he still had his attention to make sure he got a good look at his ass. He didn't have Cheon any more, that bridge was burned. He needed someone else to want him.
"Flattering," Yoongi commented drily, then he shut the door and took a deep breath. Why did these things happen to him? He was sure he only had himself to blame, which made it worse. With a shake of his head, he headed upstairs, checking whether he actually had everything for the promised lunchbox and starting the rice cooker for everyone, since he was sure they'd all need food soon anyway.
He checked in with Hobi and Namjoon, returning the handcuffs to the former. "I might get the location of one of the Dragon's coke storage places out of him soon."
"You finally started torturing him, huh? Good. It always gets better results." Namjoon didn't like hurting anyone but Ten was driving them all nuts and after what had happened up here, he kind of assumed that was what Yoongi was going for. He looked up from texting Jin some cute emotes, looking up at Yoongi. "Might be false info to make you stop though. Could be bullshit."
How the hell did Ten know about that kind of stuff? "He can't know that."
"I've never given you false information before, have I?" Yoongi didn't exactly like being questioned on this, since he knew what he was doing was perhaps unconventional, but Namjoon got to question him, as did Hobi. He'd chosen to work with people he considered equals and vice versa, it was only really annoying sometimes. "Whatever I tell you, it will be factual. He told me how he knows, it'd check out."
"You could have just asked me for the keys," Hobi pointed out after inspecting the cuffs, then turning his attention to Yoongi. "He seems like someone who'd lie to spare himself pain."
"He's a good little manipulator. Look at him, he got you to bring him upstairs, pissed everyone off and tried to run away. He's playing a game just like we are." It was impressive in some ways. He expected Ten to be sobbing and begging, scared out of his mind. Instead, he just seemed to want to keep fighting, keep trying to get there.
"Maybe you should let Hobi double check? He might say different things to different people. Then we can catch him out." It was probably a good way to check. He tilted his head back and looked at Hobi. "I got the instruments ready."
It was admittedly a little weird Yoongi hadn't used them yet. He was starting to get kind of worried that Yoongi was getting manipulated too.
"He's a scared kid. He's naive, he has no idea what he's doing. He's trying to figure out a way to survive this. I'm offering him a way. It's as simple as that. Hobi interfering isn't going to help." Yoongi shook his head, unwilling to explain his thought process and knowing he wouldn't get around it. "He'd be no use to us broken."
"...so, what?" Hobi didn't know what to make of that. He knew Yoongi was good at interrogation, they both were, no instruments needed. Not that they couldn't be helpful. "He looked pretty fresh. Are you even hurting him?"
"His story about Cheon's father checks out, doesn't it?" Yoongi just ignored the question.
"Well, yeah, but that's not exactly enough, is it? And he was wrong about the kind of cancer he had. Could have just been winging it. Heard he wasn't well, guessed cancer." Namjoon didn't like this. He didn't want to not trust Yoongi but it just all seemed a bit off. They could have a lot more information a lot faster if they just hurt the brat. "Are you doing anything to give him a real consequence? Cause it just sounds like you're putting him in time out every time he does something bad. Upsetting, not overly effective."
He looked at his computer and idly considered what he'd already found out since they'd got here and how they'd adapted their plans. All him and Hobi. While Yoongi sat down there with the heir of another family.
"... I think maybe we should give Hobi a try. Compare and contrast. He's scared but I doubt he's naive."
"He's a spoiled kid that just wants to fuck around. You're acting like I've been wasting time. We never even thought he'd know anything useful, remember? All of this is a bonus. We just need him with us. The plan is still on track." Getting refined, sure, but Yoongi wasn't going to let Namjoon act as if him spending half an hour every few hours with their hostage was his only contribution. "He barely knows anything, he's not in the business. He knows that location because he's overheard his boyfriend. If it will make you happier if that's cut out of him, go ahead. I'll give you a knife."
"...calm down, Yoongi." Hobi lifted his hands and took a step back, not wanting to get involved in this argument. Granted, Yoongi sounded calm, but he knew him well enough to know that wasn't saying much. He so wasn't getting between Namjoon and Yoongi.
"We have to go to that location!" No, Namjoon wasn't back down on this one. He slammed his hand on the table and got up. It wasn't often that Namjoon got angry but he had to worry about everyone in this room and he couldn't afford to get them screwed over. "What if he sends us into a trap? What if he's lying? What if we get there and it's the wrong place or Cheon is waiting? Then we die. And then what? They'll find Tae or Jungkook or Jimin, if they're not with us. You think they won't have fun killing them."
He couldn't let his boys get hurt. He loved them so much. "Look, Yoongi, Ten isn't Jungkook. I get it. They're the same age, they're from similar backgrounds and you care, don't you? Well, I don't take great pleasure in this either but you don't know if he's jerking you around yet."
Hobi shrunk back further, while Yoongi just looked at Namjoon, pushing down on whatever anger he felt. "It's nice to know you don't trust my judgement."
It actually kind of hurt, underneath all that anger simmering inside him, but he was trying to ignore that as well. "We can argue whether to disregard what information he gives us or not all night, if you're feeling it, but I know how to get to him. You thought he might be lying to save himself pain, now you think he might be lying because he's not in pain. I can't be bothered with you doubting me all day. Do your work. I'll see what he tells me and then we can decide what to do about it."
"It's not that, I just -- Jesus, Yoongi. I don't want anyone to get hurt." He didn't know what to say. He just wanted to use every method possible to check. They always did that. It was protocol. God, Yoongi taught him that And now he was yelling at him for wanting to do what he'd always been told to do. What they'd learned in ops. "Whatever."
Closing his laptop, Namjoon packed it away and made a move to leave. "Do whatever you like. Ignore everything that you ever told me." To be thorough, ruthless and always, always check intel. "Totally on me." Namjoon kicked the door shut behind him, locking it tight and dropping down on his bed. He just wanted to protect Yoongi, why did he have to treat him like that?
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The ominous item wasn't far away and he eyed it like it was a dog ready to bite him.
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Maybe he could learn about some of the things he had blinded himself to. "I prefer talking to you like this to torturing you, honestly."
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He tilted his head to the side and smiled at Yoongi. "If we're just talking and I'm down here, all the doors are locked... can you uncuff me? I'm not dangerous."
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Shouldn't be too much of an issue to get these to unlock, they weren't exactly heavy duty. He had gotten out of cuffs like those under much worse circumstances. "I don't know if we have much else to talk about."
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"... I know where Cheon keeps his coke." Shit. He was really gunning to die today. "If you sit with me and talk for a while, I'll tell you."
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He didn't think Ten was bluffing, but still. It was interesting. "You might get a lunch box out of that too."
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"I want a lunchbox, bed and water. Oh. Green tea. I know what it's worth to you." A lot. "So I want to have a proper lunch. With you."
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Wasn't he lucky. Well, he was pretty sure Jin was the better cook, easily, but Yoongi didn't know if he could bother him with this without having conversations he didn't want to have.
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"Let me have a shower first and then afterwards, I'll tell you the location. Then I get the rest. Deal?" Ten held his hand out to shake. "I know I'm a hostage but you said we could work together. So ... let's try. A deal where we both benefit."
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"I meant it," he said, as he looked at Ten, "About us working together. It's not impossible. You are popular among the men. More popular than your father. They don't think you are a leader, but they like you."
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With no shame, he started to pull his clothes off, dropping his shirt on the floor and looking at Yoongi. "They think I'm a brat. But a brat has money. They think I'm dumb that I give it away but then they come back, they give me food and shiny things. I get no value from coke and people but I really like when the local venders bring me food." Ten dropped his pants and kicked them off, his underwear still a bit damp from before. "Sometimes they're so grateful, I get Thai food. Like when I was home!"
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Because he was sweet and tiny, always trying to be serious and copying their father and Yoongi. It had been adorable. Yoongi didn't really know how popular he had been, but he was the heir. He was his father's son. That was what he needed to be for this. "Keeping you alive would be a bigger gesture than killing you."
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Lovely guy. He didn't like him. "Glad keeping me alive is worth something. You keep me alive, I'll get you some khanom man." Best food he could think of. With that, he dropped his boxers. He was close to smooth down there, his dick slightly to attention. "My mom used to get me that when we went to the marketplace."
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Yeah, he was definitely naked now. Yoongi took a deep breath and stepped away from the door so he could shut it. "Have a shower. And don't get naked in front of just anyone." It was entirely too difficult to not look at him, but luckily he was disciplined.
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Yoongi was his best candidate.
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He checked in with Hobi and Namjoon, returning the handcuffs to the former. "I might get the location of one of the Dragon's coke storage places out of him soon."
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How the hell did Ten know about that kind of stuff? "He can't know that."
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"You could have just asked me for the keys," Hobi pointed out after inspecting the cuffs, then turning his attention to Yoongi. "He seems like someone who'd lie to spare himself pain."
"I know. I'm handling it."
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"Maybe you should let Hobi double check? He might say different things to different people. Then we can catch him out." It was probably a good way to check. He tilted his head back and looked at Hobi. "I got the instruments ready."
It was admittedly a little weird Yoongi hadn't used them yet. He was starting to get kind of worried that Yoongi was getting manipulated too.
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"...so, what?" Hobi didn't know what to make of that. He knew Yoongi was good at interrogation, they both were, no instruments needed. Not that they couldn't be helpful. "He looked pretty fresh. Are you even hurting him?"
"His story about Cheon's father checks out, doesn't it?" Yoongi just ignored the question.
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He looked at his computer and idly considered what he'd already found out since they'd got here and how they'd adapted their plans. All him and Hobi. While Yoongi sat down there with the heir of another family.
"... I think maybe we should give Hobi a try. Compare and contrast. He's scared but I doubt he's naive."
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"...calm down, Yoongi." Hobi lifted his hands and took a step back, not wanting to get involved in this argument. Granted, Yoongi sounded calm, but he knew him well enough to know that wasn't saying much. He so wasn't getting between Namjoon and Yoongi.
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He couldn't let his boys get hurt. He loved them so much. "Look, Yoongi, Ten isn't Jungkook. I get it. They're the same age, they're from similar backgrounds and you care, don't you? Well, I don't take great pleasure in this either but you don't know if he's jerking you around yet."
They had some scrap of info. That was it.
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It actually kind of hurt, underneath all that anger simmering inside him, but he was trying to ignore that as well. "We can argue whether to disregard what information he gives us or not all night, if you're feeling it, but I know how to get to him. You thought he might be lying to save himself pain, now you think he might be lying because he's not in pain. I can't be bothered with you doubting me all day. Do your work. I'll see what he tells me and then we can decide what to do about it."
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Closing his laptop, Namjoon packed it away and made a move to leave. "Do whatever you like. Ignore everything that you ever told me." To be thorough, ruthless and always, always check intel. "Totally on me." Namjoon kicked the door shut behind him, locking it tight and dropping down on his bed. He just wanted to protect Yoongi, why did he have to treat him like that?
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