"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?
He so could not deal with that right now, but he hated fighting with Namjoon. Yoongi turned around and headed for the kitchen, distracting himself by actually preparing food for them all, since Jin was apparently out anyway. Probably working, he assumed, he usually was. He didn't want to risk Tae trying to cook again.
Finally he headed for Namjoon's door, leaning against it. He didn't want this. "There's food in the kitchen." What was he supposed to do, apologise? "We can talk later."
"Sure." Namjoon didn't get up, he didn't really feel like talking to anyone right now. He just kept on doing his work. Like Yoongi told him too. He was the one in the wrong, apparently. Despite all he'd ever been told, Yoongi was no longer happy with him. Maybe Jungkook was right.
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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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Finally he headed for Namjoon's door, leaning against it. He didn't want this. "There's food in the kitchen." What was he supposed to do, apologise? "We can talk later."
Maybe he could explain his thinking to him.
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That fucking kid. He was a devil child.