"I'll get jackets and the guards outside have guns, I already have some guys on that. Trust me. The issue is more containing those instead but given the sheer number of us to them? We'll be fine. With guys like Min Yoongi, a sea of people coming at him? I doubt he'll fight for long. The main challenge is controlling the hoard."
Ten mumbled something behind Hobi's hand and then playfully licked it to try and get it off.
"Once you see them down, secure them. Tie them down. I'm going to give everyone one of two rolls of duct tape, I know where it's kept. Jimin is getting them for me." He could easily seduce his way into the supply closet. "In what way do you want to play, Hobi?"
He hadn't really thought about that. "No playing with Min Yoongi regardless." He liked him too much. Somehow.
"Aw, no? You're being possessive." Hobi grinned and tightened his hold over Ten's mouth, wrapping his other arm around him and letting it trail down until he could get a hold of his boner. Well, he was going to be distracted either way, might as well let the kid have some fun.
"There's many ways to play, you know that. I'm good at playing." When he felt up to it, anyway. "With duct tape and so many other things. Ten knows." Not that Ten was allowed to talk right now. "So can I play with Jungkook? With the doctor? Inquiring minds want to know. Can I edge them?"
Ten whined weakly and jerked forward, not even hesitating. Rolling his eyes, Namjoon watched them and tried to ignore it. He wondered if Doctor Kim had anything to keep Ten under control yet, nymphomania was a tricky bitch to control. "Min Yoongi is to be secured in the hospital radio station, nothing else. Tie him to a chair, gag him and leave him there. Make sure you lock and barricade the door. Everyone else?"
Namjoon shrugged dismissively. He didn't overly give a shit. "Fair game. Only don't fuck Jin, I have a theory he's a virgin and I want to call dibs on that." He shrugged, feeling a little stubborn. "Mine." The talk, even if it wasn't aimed at him, was getting to Ten and he was squirming in need. "I could not give a shit with Jungkook, I don't even trust the guards. Honestly, I'd rather you got him before Tae. Break him in. If he upsets Tae, he's dead and you know Tae will be mourn."
"Got it. The doctor's ass is yours, but we get to play. You hear that, Ten?" Hobi whispered the words right against Ten's ear, using the pitch that he knew drove him even wilder. It was so much more fun, playing with Ten when he was like this. That was what he wanted, to be in the world, to hang with his friends, to play with Ten all day long. "No foul play with Min Yoongi and a lot of foul play with Jungkook."
Sounded like fun to him. "Tae really likes that guard, huh? I'm surprised you haven't had me kill him yet. Are you getting lenient?"
"If we're doing this, Tae might get restless and bored. He has this whole idea in his head of growing up and having a boyfriend. I don't even know if this guy is gay or not but he is going to do that for my brother or he's going to die." Simple as. He could give his brother anything he wanted and he was determined to prove that to him. He said he could have Jungkook so he could have him. "If he causes problems, you can fix them. Correct his behaviour like you do so well with Ten."
Ten whined in protest. He behaved perfectly. He was a gentlemen. He just happened to be bucking wildly in Hobi's lap, desperate for touch. It meant he was needy, not ill behaved.
"Keep an eye on Jiminie too. You know how to gets."
"You're keeping me very busy..." Well, he felt that was fair to point out. "Do I get a leash for Jimin?" He was joking, mostly. The thought was appealing. Hobi turned his head to the side and nipped Ten's neck, just to drive him even wilder. He knew he was bound to make himself come soon at this rate, it never took that much with Ten. Edging him was a challenge, not that he didn't manage, but he felt that maybe Ten deserved some satisfaction and release today.
"I'll make sure Jungkook will be a nice boyfriend for your baby brother. Tae is pretty, I'm sure even a straight guy can get into him. Ten would do him, wouldn't you?" Of course Ten would.
"I'll have others doing the same. You know your main job, focus on the little bits as an after thought. If you see Jimin trying to kill someone or Jungkook going after Tae, step in. Otherwise, focus up." He was going to be doing the same but he had a lot more work that anyone. He had to get to the computers, secure all the keys to this place, get to the medicine cabinet before anyone realised and probably handle a few doctors himself.
Ten nodded eagerly at the idea of fucking Tae, he'd tried a few times but he'd never been allowed to get further. He kept moving against Hobi, whining needily and Namjoon just kept ignoring him. Even ignored him when his face screwed up and he whimpered, clearly coming in his pants. "Who was that doctor who tried to get you locked in solitary until you could control your drug addiction? I forgot his name."
"I know my main job. You'll be doing a lo of work, boss, is that why you're getting two boyfriends out of the deal?" Seemed fair enough, but also amusing. He didn't know Namjoon to be tat interested in people, so of course he had to tease him a little. He finally let go of Ten, but left him sit in his lap, even as he leaned back on his hands, his expression and mood darkening considerably.
Ten sagged in Hobi's lap but cuddled close, feeling his mood change and his body tense up. Namjoon watched him and then nodded his head slowly. "I'm going to put him in solitary. See how long it takes for him to starve to death. You can watch every single day if you feel like it." That was his gift to Hobi. He owed his hyung a lot really and besides, Dr Lang was a sadistic little shit. He also put Jimin on medication that made him a useless zombie.
"And Yoongi is not my boyfriend, it's just--"
"His big dick, I know. If you stare at his pants long enough, you can see the outline." Ten, of course, had been staring.
"You are so sweet to me, Joon." Hobi smiled happily and reached out to give Namjoon's arm a squeeze, feeling more at ease now he knew there would be revenge. It set his mind at rest. Good. That made the world make more sense.
But that also meant that he was paying attention to what Namjoon was saying and that made him curious. He shook his head. "Hush, Ten. I mean it."
Because he wanted to hear this. "It's just what?"
Jin was one thing. Everyone wanted a go with the new doctor. So sweet, looking like an actor right from screen, dreamy and beautiful and ever so kind. Of course Namjoon would call dibs, it was only right, he was on top of the hierarchy. But how did Min Yoongi fit in?
"It's nothing. Never mind. Fuck it. I want Jin and I want Min Yoongi secured and not touched. I don't have to fucking explain myself, do I?" He was a little angsty, he knew it, a little uneasy and jittery. He blamed the plan for it, he doubted it was anything else. He didn't like Yoongi, not really. He just liked his taste in music.
Tomorrow he'd get the paper, circle some jobs. Then it wouldn't even have to come up. Maybe he could find him something out of Seoul.
He wanted him far away. Nowhere near him. He didn't do friends. "He's just a janitor. I don't want him dead. That's all."
"Fine, fine. As you say, boss. No touching or hurting or playing with Min Yoongi and playing with the doctor, but no fucking. And a whole range of games for little Jungkook."
Who really wasn't very little, but whatever. This would be fun to do.
"You know, Namjoon, you're cute." Hobi laughed, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Whatever, he was his hyung still. "I like it."
Namjoon got up and stormed off, leaving the two idiots alone so he could go and circle more jobs in the paper. Fucking idiot, why wasn't he just leaving his job?
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Ten mumbled something behind Hobi's hand and then playfully licked it to try and get it off.
"Once you see them down, secure them. Tie them down. I'm going to give everyone one of two rolls of duct tape, I know where it's kept. Jimin is getting them for me." He could easily seduce his way into the supply closet. "In what way do you want to play, Hobi?"
He hadn't really thought about that. "No playing with Min Yoongi regardless." He liked him too much. Somehow.
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"There's many ways to play, you know that. I'm good at playing." When he felt up to it, anyway. "With duct tape and so many other things. Ten knows." Not that Ten was allowed to talk right now. "So can I play with Jungkook? With the doctor? Inquiring minds want to know. Can I edge them?"
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Namjoon shrugged dismissively. He didn't overly give a shit. "Fair game. Only don't fuck Jin, I have a theory he's a virgin and I want to call dibs on that." He shrugged, feeling a little stubborn. "Mine." The talk, even if it wasn't aimed at him, was getting to Ten and he was squirming in need. "I could not give a shit with Jungkook, I don't even trust the guards. Honestly, I'd rather you got him before Tae. Break him in. If he upsets Tae, he's dead and you know Tae will be mourn."
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Sounded like fun to him. "Tae really likes that guard, huh? I'm surprised you haven't had me kill him yet. Are you getting lenient?"
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Ten whined in protest. He behaved perfectly. He was a gentlemen. He just happened to be bucking wildly in Hobi's lap, desperate for touch. It meant he was needy, not ill behaved.
"Keep an eye on Jiminie too. You know how to gets."
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"I'll make sure Jungkook will be a nice boyfriend for your baby brother. Tae is pretty, I'm sure even a straight guy can get into him. Ten would do him, wouldn't you?" Of course Ten would.
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Ten nodded eagerly at the idea of fucking Tae, he'd tried a few times but he'd never been allowed to get further. He kept moving against Hobi, whining needily and Namjoon just kept ignoring him. Even ignored him when his face screwed up and he whimpered, clearly coming in his pants. "Who was that doctor who tried to get you locked in solitary until you could control your drug addiction? I forgot his name."
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"Lang. Dr Lang." And he hated him.
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"And Yoongi is not my boyfriend, it's just--"
"His big dick, I know. If you stare at his pants long enough, you can see the outline." Ten, of course, had been staring.
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But that also meant that he was paying attention to what Namjoon was saying and that made him curious. He shook his head. "Hush, Ten. I mean it."
Because he wanted to hear this. "It's just what?"
Jin was one thing. Everyone wanted a go with the new doctor. So sweet, looking like an actor right from screen, dreamy and beautiful and ever so kind. Of course Namjoon would call dibs, it was only right, he was on top of the hierarchy. But how did Min Yoongi fit in?
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Tomorrow he'd get the paper, circle some jobs. Then it wouldn't even have to come up. Maybe he could find him something out of Seoul.
He wanted him far away. Nowhere near him. He didn't do friends. "He's just a janitor. I don't want him dead. That's all."
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Who really wasn't very little, but whatever. This would be fun to do.
"You know, Namjoon, you're cute." Hobi laughed, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Whatever, he was his hyung still. "I like it."
He had attachments.
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Namjoon got up and stormed off, leaving the two idiots alone so he could go and circle more jobs in the paper. Fucking idiot, why wasn't he just leaving his job?