"Aww, you think you've been likeable this far? I know you're being nice, which is funny cause Hobi called you the 'bad cop' but ... I don't think you are. You're not likeable all the time but you're good." He smiled at Yoongi, he couldn't say that he'd had the best time with him, he found him quite cruel and unfair in his own ways but he brought him food and he was cute. It was pretty good right now. "I like you in spite of what you did to me. I dunno. You seem to care and I never cared about anything. I like to learn from you. I think you're interesting."
He ate some more rice and then looked down, studying the bowl. "I -- Are you sure you have to kill my dad? Can't I just oust him like Cheon wanted?"
"No, I don't think I'm ever likeable. I just think you like me for lack of options." Yoongi shrugged and looked up at the ceiling. "I could be more of a bad cop, but I'm getting what I want from you this way, so it's working." Obviously not for his friends, but that was something he would have to deal with with them, not something to discuss with Ten. "But you're right, I do care. Glad you think it's interesting."
He looked at Ten from the side, shaking his head. "He killed my father in front of me. I can't compromise on that."
"I could get rid of him. Come on, he's my dad. I never wanted him dead. I could just ... I can give you all of his money and then you send him away." He reached out, gripping on Yoongi's arms and trying to look him in the eyes. "Killing him won't undo what happened. You're just taking my dad from me. Can't you just -- I mean, he won't even rule. Just kill Cheon!"
He was the bad guy here. "Mafia hits aren't personal. Don't make it personal."
"You're right, it's not personal. Killing has stopped being personal to me. I used to see your father's face whenever I killed." Now he didn't feel that drive for revenge anymore, he just knew what had to be done. "I need to establish myself. He all but wiped out my clan. It's not a time for lenience. Leaving you alive would show strength and honour. Leaving him alive would show weakness."
"So there's no way around it? My dad dies?" And he played a hand in it. He felt like such a traitor. He wasn't close with his dad, he didn't have much love for him but his mother had. His people did. They'd always seem him as a traitor. "I don't want to see my dad die. If you do it." He didn't want to see the look of disappointment on his face. "He always said I was a screw up and an idiot. He won't even be surprised I fucked up."
"Nothing you could have done or not done would have changed your father's fate, Ten. He sealed that the day that I got away from him, that has nothing to do with you." Yoongi didn't like thinking back on that day, but of course these days it was on his mind constantly. "You won't have to see it. But it's not on you. You were just needed out of the way, that's all."
"I don't feel great about it." Why would he? He was flirting with his father's future murderer all the time. He dropped his head back and sighed slowly, just looking at Yoongi and studying him for a while. "So you kill my dad and, maybe, Cheon. Take over. Then what?" It didn't seem like a great plan for a guy who wanted to play piano but then, what did he know. "Your men might demand I die. I know they already are." He gestured upward.
"We will see." Yoongi wished things were easier, but that was a childish wish. Things were never easy. Why would they start now? If anything, it was getting harder. Namjoon weighed heavily on his mind and he didn't know how any of this was going to go. "If they start seeing you as an asset to me rather than a danger to us, they'll change their minds."
It should work. It certainly made sense to him. Convincing everyone else, at least here, that might be more of a challenge.
"And how do I do that? I keep telling you things but ... it doesn't seem to make you happy. Or anyone." He didn't think that Yoongi was overly unimpressed but with every bit of information, he seemed sadder and Ten wondered if it was because he was right all along. They'll get everything from him and slowly edge him towards spilling it all. Then he was dead.
He would never leave the basement again. Leaning forward, he impulsively kissed Yoongi. He didn't know why. He was the only person close to him, the man who'd kill him, and he wanted something from him.
"I'm just not a very happy person," Yoongi argued, looking off at nothing and therefore taken off-guard at the kiss. He found himself kissing back, an arm going around Ten and then he thought about the ramifications and he turned his head to the side, breathing out slowly.
"Ten, you can't... I-- It doesn't work like that." He wasn't sure what Ten was hoping for by seducing him, but either way, he couldn't let it happen. "I'll keep you alive as long as it's in my power. You don't have to kiss me for that."
"It's not for that. It's because of that." He was going to die, sooner or later, he knew it was on the cards and this was the last chance he'd get at something even remotely close to love. He never had it from his father or from Cheon, he just wanted to an illusion of it before he died.
He leaned in again, trying to be forceful, trying to get another kiss. He kissed back before, he knew that he wanted it. "Kiss me. Fuck me. Why can't you? Who cares? Who'll know? It's just us!" It wasn't like anyone had to know. "Please."
"You're overestimating my acting ability." Among other things. Yoongi closed his eyes, knowing that he should just leave, but instead he turned his head again, instead he kissed him once more, this time pushing him onto the mattress and leaning over him. No, he wouldn't fuck him, he couldn't, he had to have some self-control here, but they had already kissed, so would another kiss really hurt?
Ten sprawled back on the mattress and his hands went up, linking around the back of Yoongi's neck, trying to keep him there, to push him down and be closer. He kissed him back, eager and needy. He was getting this, he didn't care what he had to do. He didn't care if they thought he was pathetic. He was going to hold on. "Just do it. Please. Fuck me!"
"No, Ten, I can't do that." Under the circumstances, it didn't feel that different from if he had drugged him and that thought alone was enough to keep him grounded, even if he was looking down at him, knowing he was hard and ready, knowing how easy it would be. Anyway, on the practical side of things it wasn't as if he had lube or a condom anyway. "Not now. I can't do this now."
He wanted to, but that was a different matter. Yoongi kissed him again, but pulled back when he realised he was grinding against him. Damn.
Ten whimpered and jerked his hips up, rutting eagerly against Yoongi and just trying to get somewhere. He didn't want to hear about what he couldn't do. He just held on harder, one leg coming over Yoongi to further cling to him. He was so hard, it was hard to notice. "Y-You can't tie me up again." He breathed heavily, hips still working. "Hurt me. Whatever it takes. Do it."
He looked up at Yoongi, desperate and wanting. "It's not taking advantage if I want it."
Yoongi rolled off Ten, keeping a hand on his shoulder to hold him down. Fuck, how could this be happening? He swallowed thickly and looked at him, glad that he was limber enough to just get out of his grip and both loving and hating this entire situation. "You really are a horny bastard, huh?"
He shifted a little, swallowing again. "I need to sell you to my team as not being a manipulative little shit, you are really not helping your case." Fuck, his dick was throbbing.
"I'm not being manipulative. I just know you're going to kill me. I want one last chance at -- at something! You owe me!" Ten was yelling now, he couldn't help it. He never took rejection well. He reached out and grabbed onto Yoongi's shirt, he knew he didn't have the strength to beat him but he tried the best he could, tried to keep him close.
"Why can't you just man up and fuck me?" Since when was it this hard to seduce a guy? "I want you. Can't you see that?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I can see that. And as flattering as that is, this isn't how it works." Yoongi gripped Ten's wrist so he could pull him off him, not feeling like playing around. "I'm not going to fuck you." There, he had said it, now he knew he wouldn't back off it. More important for him than Ten even, because he knew he had been on the verge of just giving in to temptation. "I want to respect you, Ten. Please allow me to do that."
"Who cares about respect? No one respects me! I'm a brat. A spoilt brat. You said it yourself. Just -- stop being like this." He wanted to fuck, he wanted to be loved, he wanted Yoongi and he wasn't going to get him. And that hurt. He hated that lately, nothing could possibly ever go his way. In a moment of impulse, he shoved Yoongi hard and balled his fists.
He wished he could hit him but he didn't think he could. "You want to. I can see you dick from here. Just do it."
"I think you should start respecting yourself. I know that this person you actually are, the one underneath all this? I could respect him. Please let me." Yoongi bowed his head as if making a formal request, trying to act as if his dick wasn't hard. He let Ten shove him, but didn't budge, just frowned. "You want more than just a fuck. I can tell. I would like to try and give you more, so I can't give you this."
Ten let go of him and dropped back not sure what to do now. He didn't know what he had. "You're just going to kill me. You keep not saying it but you're thinking it. They're all thinking it. You can respect me all you like but you'll still kill me. I'd rather be alive and fucked than dead and respected." He lowered his head and put it in his hands, feeling an overwhelming urge to lose his temper and scream. He didn't though.
Yoongi said nothing else, he just left the room and then waited for his erection to go down before he made his way up the stairs, trying to deal with the storm of emotions inside him. How was he supposed to talk to Namjoon right now? Whatever. Things were never easy, he had to remember that.
He went back to Namjoon's room, knocking. He wasn't even sure whether Namjoon would be ready to talk yet. "It's me."
He didn't know how to talk to Yoongi right now. He didn't think what he said was that bad but apparently Yoongi thought it. Maybe it was the lack of trust? He wasn't sure. He didn't regret anything he said. He did come over to the door, resting his head against it. "What's up?"
Great. A through the door conversation. He supposed that might be for the best, he just didn't really want to have to deal with any of this. "I think that the kid is more valuable to us alive. So I don't want to break him. He's not the type to deal with torture."
"You missed the point. That's not the biggest issue here." It wasn't that he wanted to hurt the kid, he had no strong feelings either way. Hell, if it was down to him, no one would get hurt. He hated hurting people. "I just don't see why we don't do what we always do. It's never just one of us. You're almost... protecting him. I don't get it. I just want to understand."
Cause he didn't right now. "I'm giving you my life. I trust you. I just want to understand."
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He ate some more rice and then looked down, studying the bowl. "I -- Are you sure you have to kill my dad? Can't I just oust him like Cheon wanted?"
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He looked at Ten from the side, shaking his head. "He killed my father in front of me. I can't compromise on that."
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He was the bad guy here. "Mafia hits aren't personal. Don't make it personal."
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It should work. It certainly made sense to him. Convincing everyone else, at least here, that might be more of a challenge.
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He would never leave the basement again. Leaning forward, he impulsively kissed Yoongi. He didn't know why. He was the only person close to him, the man who'd kill him, and he wanted something from him.
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"Ten, you can't... I-- It doesn't work like that." He wasn't sure what Ten was hoping for by seducing him, but either way, he couldn't let it happen. "I'll keep you alive as long as it's in my power. You don't have to kiss me for that."
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He leaned in again, trying to be forceful, trying to get another kiss. He kissed back before, he knew that he wanted it. "Kiss me. Fuck me. Why can't you? Who cares? Who'll know? It's just us!" It wasn't like anyone had to know. "Please."
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He wanted to, but that was a different matter. Yoongi kissed him again, but pulled back when he realised he was grinding against him. Damn.
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He looked up at Yoongi, desperate and wanting. "It's not taking advantage if I want it."
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He shifted a little, swallowing again. "I need to sell you to my team as not being a manipulative little shit, you are really not helping your case." Fuck, his dick was throbbing.
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"Why can't you just man up and fuck me?" Since when was it this hard to seduce a guy? "I want you. Can't you see that?"
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He wished he could hit him but he didn't think he could. "You want to. I can see you dick from here. Just do it."
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"Leave. I don't want to talk to you any more."
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He went back to Namjoon's room, knocking. He wasn't even sure whether Namjoon would be ready to talk yet. "It's me."
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He didn't know how to talk to Yoongi right now. He didn't think what he said was that bad but apparently Yoongi thought it. Maybe it was the lack of trust? He wasn't sure. He didn't regret anything he said. He did come over to the door, resting his head against it. "What's up?"
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Cause he didn't right now. "I'm giving you my life. I trust you. I just want to understand."
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