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."
"I don't know. You can come down if you want, he'll probably try hitting on you. He's a fuckboy." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, frowning. "I've only tried to keep Jungkook away, he's... He's too emotional about it. You and Hobi have just been busy. Or asleep." Because he didn't sleep much and so a lot of the time he had visited Ten during the night. "I don't need to protect him from you, I know you or Hobi wouldn't do anything without my go ahead. I'm just not going to send Hobi down to undo everything I've done."
"You don't know for certain what you've done. He's a liar. You know, I got a lot of intel about Ten and most of it is that he's a lying bastard." And some other positive things but everyone who met him said he lied a lot. It didn't help cement his trust. "We usually go good cop and bad cop. We use all of us so we can get a good scope, catch out lies. I assumed we'd do the same thing. We always do stuff in a certain way and you're deviating. I just -- I wanted to help."
"I go with what's working. I've interrogated people by myself before, I've worked entirely alone at times." As Namjoon knew. Damn, he sounded so upset and Yoongi had no idea how to fix that. He didn't have an easy answer, he had just gone with what had been working. "Go down with Hobi next time. I need to give it a break anyway, he's projecting."
"He's a fuckboy, huh? Did he try to fuck you? Oh, stockholm syndrome." Namjoon laughed a little, despite the sadness, leaning heavily on the door. "I told you that sensory deprivation has interesting effects on people. you should have listened to what I had to tell you. It's interesting."
Just saying. "You never listen to my cool facts. That's why you're always fucked."
"Why do you think I was using sensory deprivation? I got exactly what I wanted out of it. Of course he wants to fuck me." Not a flattering situation and it had escalated more than he'd intended, but still. "He's not as uncaring as he thinks he is, I've proof of that, and he wants me to care about him. That's why he's telling me things. How am I fucked? That was the goal."
"Pretty fucked, you idiot." Opening the door, Namjoon smiled at Yoongi and reached out, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into. He didn't want to fight with Yoongi, he hated it. "Come on, I'll show you a slideshow I made and we can work out how best to go forward. I have candy."
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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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And instead, he made Yoongi mad at him.
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Just saying. "You never listen to my cool facts. That's why you're always fucked."
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