"Great. This -- God, okay, did you send him anywhere? Where do you normally meet. He doesn't have to trust me but you can get him." They were way past their bedtimes now and he had to find this kid and get them home but he didn't even know where to start. He drove slowly around the direction the boy had run. "What's your boyfriend's name?"
He was small, in some very tight jeans, and he was in a club like that? And he went home with guys? ... Great, his boy was dating a rent boy. Wonderful.
"If we can find him, we'll bring him home with us for the night. It can't be long term though." They had their hands full.
"Ten. He's Thai, so... It's a nickname." Hobi looked at Yoongi for help, hoping that he had some kind of idea. He often did.
"I told him to go to the hostel. There's one down the road, by the pizza place. They have really cheap rooms." And they didn't ask too many questions. A lot of kids off the street came here whenever they had just enough money to pay for a night or more. Yoongi used to do it.
"I love him, hyung! He's sweet. Don't think badly, please. He's so sweet and I love him forever. I'll be rich and marry him."
"I don't think badly of him and I'm not mad at him. I'm mad at you two dumbasses, not him." How did a Thai boy get all the way here? Actually. No. He didn't want to know. He drove along, he checked around the streets and then drove ahead to the hostel to wait. They'd have beaten him on foot, surely.
"We'll stay half an hour and then I have to go home. I'm tired, boys. You know? I work nights and when I'm home, Tae or Jimin wake me up. I just -- I'm stressed, I didn't mean to scare you or make you cry earlier. You just scared me." He just wanted the boys to know that. "I only freak out cause I care about you."
"We won't let them wake you up," Yoongi promised, figuring he could sacrifice some of his own time for that. Clearly Namjoon needed the rest. More importantly, they needed Namjoon. They needed him so desperately. He looked at Hobi, who had his face pressed up against the window, on the lookout for Ten.
Looking at Namjoon, Yoongi worried his bottom lip. "Ten is very good. One time there were some older boys that wanted to... They weren't nice. And he helped me and we got away together."
"He sounds like a very good boy, Yoongi. We'll help him." He didn't really want to bring an under aged whore into his house. Oh God, Jin was going to freak out. This night was crazy. He put his head in his hands and sighed, waiting for this kid t come and putting the radio on so he could listen. "I won't arrest him or hurt him. We'll just take him home tonight and then we'll see what happens."
Crossing his arms, he waited for any signs of life and finally, God finally, the boy appeared. He was clutching money and hurrying to the door.
Hobi got out of the car and quickly walked over to cut Ten off, catching him by his arm. "Hey! It's me!" He tried a smile, glad that it was dark, so that should hide that he had cried. He pulled Ten into a hug and tried to figure out how he'd even begin to explain. "The cop hyung says that he's mad at me and Yoongi, not you. He never hits or hurts!"
It sounded unbelievable, even as he said it and knew it. "See? No bruises."
"Lemme go, Hobi. I don't like cops. I can't be with cops." He looked panicked at the car and then at Hobi, knowing how bad this could be. "I have money. I'll have bed. I don't want to be in the cop car." He couldn't get out of it, it was a trap. He knew it was a trap. He huffed in panic and Namjoon wound his window down, leaning out of it.
"Sorry I yelled. I wasn't yelling at you, I was yelling at my dumb boys. Get in the car, you can crash with Hobi tonight. It's safe." He hoped that'd work. Ten didn't look convinced.
"Hey. Hey, Ten." Hobi turned Ten's head so he'd face him, then kissed his lips gently. "I'd never lie to you, right?" He hoped that would be enough. Although, he still had an ace up his sleeve and so he gestured to Yoongi. "Suga-hyung trusts him!" And they all knew that no one was more paranoid than Suga.
"Really?" Sounded fake. Still, Hobi was kissing him and he didn't want to be alone tonight. He took Hobi's hand and nodded, clambering into the back of the car so he could be with them.
"Okay, ground rules. And I mean this one, it's a biggie. Please, God, no sex in my house. No sex, nothing but kissing."
These kids moved too fast and acted too old, they needed to be warned. "Now put on your seat belts, we're going home."
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He was small, in some very tight jeans, and he was in a club like that? And he went home with guys? ... Great, his boy was dating a rent boy. Wonderful.
"If we can find him, we'll bring him home with us for the night. It can't be long term though." They had their hands full.
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"I told him to go to the hostel. There's one down the road, by the pizza place. They have really cheap rooms." And they didn't ask too many questions. A lot of kids off the street came here whenever they had just enough money to pay for a night or more. Yoongi used to do it.
"I love him, hyung! He's sweet. Don't think badly, please. He's so sweet and I love him forever. I'll be rich and marry him."
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"We'll stay half an hour and then I have to go home. I'm tired, boys. You know? I work nights and when I'm home, Tae or Jimin wake me up. I just -- I'm stressed, I didn't mean to scare you or make you cry earlier. You just scared me." He just wanted the boys to know that. "I only freak out cause I care about you."
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Looking at Namjoon, Yoongi worried his bottom lip. "Ten is very good. One time there were some older boys that wanted to... They weren't nice. And he helped me and we got away together."
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Crossing his arms, he waited for any signs of life and finally, God finally, the boy appeared. He was clutching money and hurrying to the door.
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It sounded unbelievable, even as he said it and knew it. "See? No bruises."
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"Sorry I yelled. I wasn't yelling at you, I was yelling at my dumb boys. Get in the car, you can crash with Hobi tonight. It's safe." He hoped that'd work. Ten didn't look convinced.
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"Okay, ground rules. And I mean this one, it's a biggie. Please, God, no sex in my house. No sex, nothing but kissing."
These kids moved too fast and acted too old, they needed to be warned. "Now put on your seat belts, we're going home."