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Min Yoongi can’t recall the last time he felt real joy.
The man was unfortunately born into a life of poverty. From the very start of his futile life, it was known he was a mistake his parents couldn’t afford to abort. They made it beyond clear.
Everyday of his miserable life Yoongi would receive frequent harsh words and unjustified beatings that left him hating not only himself but the life god has given him. Of all the people, why was he chosen to be born? Why was he brought into such a horrid world that only wished for his demise? Why was he still alive?
Why? Well, unfortunately he still had some hope for the future.
By the time he was the ripe age of eighteen he had found a job as a reporter. With the little money he scrounged up, he put it into a cheap, dingy apartment with one room and bathroom. It wasn’t perfect but at least it was something, and it was away from his parents.
After that, he chose to cease all contact with them.
Once he was twenty he received the news that both his parents committed suicide. At their funeral, he just stared at their limp, cold bodies as they remained unmoving, their arms crossed over their chest. He wasn’t sure how to feel, guilt, sadness, regret? It didn't feel right to give them that respect. With what they put him through?
Instead, he felt utter relief. It was as if it was a blessing from the heavens. Finally, they ended their miserable lives.
While Yoongi stared at his parents' dead bodies, a strange man approached him. He was quick to gain the man’s attention and broke even worse news.
His father had borrowed money in hopes of changing their lives for the better. But had failed to pay it back, ultimately killing themselves in hopes of ignoring the represcausions. Though, now Yoongi was stuck with the burden. His bastard of a father signed his name to pay off the debt. Now Yoongi was stuck with over thirty thousand dollars in debt.
From the very start, the universe planned for his demise.
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It wasn't long after the passing of his parents (about two weeks), he had promised he’d pay off the debt and the man complied. Maybe because he felt bad? Who knows? But Yoongi was thankful he had given him enough time to collect it. How? He had no clue.
One fateful day, Yoongi was seated on his couch, with just a t-shirt and a pair of boxers while he held an empty beer bottle in his left hand while his right was occupied with a remote.
He was too focused on loathing in self hate, due to his stupid parents and the life they gave him. Maybe he should end it all? It wouldn’t be hard to hang himself on the shower curtain since he was so frail and thin. It would definitely be an easy way out, but he wasn't too fond of the idea.
Yoongi remained unfazed as he lazily clicked through the only channels his T.V. occupied. He tossed his bottle and it landed on the floor before it proceeded to roll away, gently knocking against the T.V. stand. It was surprising it didn't shatter but it just meant less of a mess for him.
He smacked his lips as his free hand fiddled with his boxers before opting to watch the news. The topic at hand was uninteresting, something about a man saving a cat in a tree. Yoongi was on the verge of changing the channel when the next topic gained his attention . “Well, thank you for the lighthearted news. It really made my day,” Yoongi scoffed, the ladies voice cutting back in. “Now, we have something not so lighthearted. Another group of men were found stripped naked, dead, bound and gagged by the side of the road. They were littered with scars and bruises as their expressions held pure horror.” Upon the news, Yoongi cussed before readjusting his position as he leaned closer to the talking box. “We believe it's the Scars at it again. They're a notorious gang located deep underground in Seoul. Unfortunately we haven’t gathered any other intel except the group's name. If anyone were to have any sort of news on the matter, please contact this number. Any insight might help prevent another death.”
For once, Yoongi bubbled with excitement. It was common for the news to have a lack of information but that only gave him hope. He was a reporter, a fucking news journalist! He stood to his feet before proceeding to pace around his small apartment while rubbing his chin in a thinking manner. If he were to gain sensitive information about the Scars, it could be his big break! It just has to be something no one managed to gather, he also needs proof! Like photos! “Of what though..” He mumbled just as he paused, a thought coming to him in a matter of seconds. “If I get a photo of their leader and where theyre hiding out, I’ll be fucking rich! This has been an issue for a while, if I gather intel now- they’ll have to reward me-” He exclaimed happily, a wild grin taking over his features.
He had no clue what he was getting himself into.
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The following morning, he broke the news to his boss. “What?” Jin furrowed his brows, placing a stack of papers on the desk in front of him. “I’m going to try to infiltrate the Scars and gain intel on them.” He exclaimed in excitement, taking the only empty seat across from Jin. “I heard you for the first time. But that’s a horrible idea.” Jin sighed, Yoongi’s smile quickly diminished. “What? Why?! If I gather any sort of information on them, it could be a big breakthrough, not only for me but you too!” His boss seemed hesitant before shaking his head in disapproval. “That could be an interesting story, but I can’t let you risk your life like that. Haven't you seen what they’re capable of? They killed hundreds of people. Men, women, children. They don’t care. There’s a reason no one has any information on them because they always kill them..” He ushered the last words as a smaller man passed by. It was Jimin. Jin smiled sheepishly as Jimin returned the smile before he was on his way again.
Yoongi held an annoyed expression, facing his boss again. “It's okay Jin. I'm capable of handling myself. Just please give me a chance-” His boss only shook his head as he leaned back against his chair. “It’s too risky, Yoongi. I don’t want one of my men dying just to gain the latest scoop.” Yoongi frowned, his voice becoming desperate. “Please Jin, I need this. I promise I’ll watch from afar. I won’t even get close. This is important to me.” Jin only stared at his employee, noticing his pure desperation in his features and voice. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed loudly. “Fine. but you have to promise me you’ll only watch from afar and if anything happens. I want you out of there asap and to drop the case. I can’t risk them knowing who or why you’re there.”
Yoongi presented another wide grin before hurriedly nodding. “I promise! Oh thank you so much Jin! You won’t regret this!” He spoke while quickly removing himself from Jin’s office to start his investigation. “I hope so..” Jin mumbled as he watched the younger man leave his sight. What was he up to?
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The first few days, Yoongi struggled a lot. He found himself dawning all black clothing as he roamed the streets. He would ask anyone remotely close to the Scars for any sort of clues, but nothing and the few tips he would receive led nowhere. Most nights, he stalked countless amounts of men and women in hopes of being led to the Scars, but again to no avail.
It always led nowhere.
Yoongi cursed in anger, pacing back and forth in his small bedroom. A board filled with all types of photos and notes hung above his desk connected by one long, red string. He paused his movements, placing both of his palms on the wooden furniture as his eyes followed each note. "This is leading nowhere.." He mumbled in frustration before deciding to take his anger out on the items on his desk by sweeping his palms along it, knocking everything onto the ground below.
"Damnit.." He heaved a sigh while he fixed his gaze on his empty desk. "What am I going to do? He's going to show up any day now for the money and I don't even have half of it!" Yoongi exclaimed in frustration before he was pacing again, opting to sit on his bed to try to regain some of his composure.
He was screwed. There was no doubt. He had nothing. No clues, no leads, and no money. It was almost laughable how stupid he was. It was a lost cause. Why did I even try? Of course they're wouldn't be any leads… it was the Scars for fuck sakes!
Yoongi rubbed his growing headache. "Maybe I should get another job? Or I could sell my body…" It was a quick thought but he shook his head, dissatisfied with his current solution. There had to be another way.
As if the lord heard Yoongi's pleas for help, his phone chimed, vibrating in his back pocket, this caused him to jump in surprise as he fumbled to remove it. "Who is this.." His eyebrows scrunched in confusion as his screen glowed brightly with the words 'Unknown Caller'. Normally Yoongi would never answer strange numbers but maybe it was important? Maybe a clue??
Yoongi's adams apple bobbed as he swiped the green call button. There was a long silence as he held the device to his ear before deciding to speak up."... hello?" Another voice chimed in, friendly but stern. It was actually a little frightening how much power his voice held.
"Min Yoongi?" Something in Yoongi shook in confusion and fear. Who was it? How did they know his name? Should he confirm that it was him? What if the Scars sent this man after him? ".... why do you ask?" On the other line, the voice snickered as if he was amused by Yoongi's concern. "I heard you were looking for the Scars. I can help you." Oh wow. That was easier than he expected. But how could he trust this man? How did he know he was looking for them?
"Why should I believe you? How do you know me? And how do I know you aren't working with them?" Yoongi flooded the stranger with questions while the man on the other side just sighed. "If you know what's good for you, you'll listen to me. I don't have much time for all these questions. I'll make this quick so your simple brain will understand," Yoongi made an annoyed expression, choosing to listen to the man. "My name is Hoseok. I was affiliated with the Scars but due to differences in beliefs, I left. I heard from someone you were looking for the Scars, to hopefully reveal what goes on in the horrid group. But you've received nothing, correct?" Yoongi nodded despite Hoseok not being able to see him. "I'll provide you with this Min. They're closer than you think. Tomorrow at noon, they'll be a small group roaming the streets. They will separate but there's one man you'll need to keep an eye out for. His name is Jeon Jungkook. His arm is littered in tattoos, the one being most distinct is located on his ring finger. There should be a Jk and under it, located on his knuckles. It spells Kill. If you find him, that is you man. I want you to follow him, but be careful they know someone is searching for them. If you decide to follow him, he should lead you to the Scars hideout. Don't get caught or it'll cost you." In an instant the phone went silent, a soft hum signaled Yoongi that the stranger hung up.
"No-no wait-!" Yoongi cussed in frustration before tossing his phone onto his bed upon no response. "Ugh! Fuck! What did I get myself into?!" The man let his back hit the soft cushion of his mattress, tired eyes gazing at the ceiling in front of him.
This was too much information all at once. How was Yoongi going to do this? Should he believe in the strange man? And why would he tell him this? Maybe he realized what they were doing was wrong..?
Yoongi's mind flooded with all types of thoughts, opting to shut his eyes in hopes of falling asleep and forgetting this ever occured.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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It came faster than Yoongi expected. Fresh sunlight peered through his bedroom window, untimely stirring him awake. The man yawned sleepily before rising to his feet; he stumbled at first, trying to regain his footing as he rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. Then his dark brown eyes scanned his surroundings and landed on his clock. It read 11:15 A.M. He slept in.
Yoongi groaned in misery. He only had forty five minutes to mentally prepare himself for the day. Great.
He rushed to get dressed. He threw on a black turtleneck before fumbling through his closet and retrieving black skinny jeans, a beanie and an oversized hoodie. It was cold out and he was on a mission. The last thing he wanted was to appear suspicious. Once he peered into his mirror, he appeared tired and the most suspicious person he's seen. He frowned at himself, sadly, it'll have to do for now, he didn't have much longer.
Yoongi hurriedly brushed his teeth and combed his black messy hair before sliding the beanie back on. Once he deemed himself appropriate enough, he made his way back to his bedroom and began sorting through the continents on his floor that he happily tossed the previous night. There laid his camera, surprisingly undamaged. He slung it over his neck and kept it hidden under his hoodie, despite the shape slightly poking through the fabric. It was the best he could do. He tossed on one last thing, a black mask. Now he was prepared.
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The young man was quick to exit his home and roam the familiar streets of Seoul. The strange man never gave Yoongi a direct location, so he was stuck relying on his guts and roaming areas where it appeared the shadiest. (Areas he thought delinquents roamed the most.)
At first his feet led him nowhere. He kept his gaze casted downward as his hands were shoved into the pockets of his hoodie; with each passing group or tattooed man, Yoongi would gaze and analyze them to the best of his ability without appearing suspicious. Each one leading him nowhere.
It was already past noon by the time Yoongi began losing hope. Could Hoseok have lied to him? Why would he believe a stranger in the first place? He should've been smarter. The man was just wasting his time.
Yoongi heaved a heavy sigh as he turned the corner back to his apartment. His head was casted downward in failure, when an unknown voice caught his attention and a certain name stopped him in his tracks.
"Jungkook, I think we should head back. We haven't had any luck yet and I'm starving!" Yoongi slowly lifted his head, the said two men a few feet from him. His heart stopped, while his breath caught in his throat. His dark eyes slowly casted themselves down an open arm, it was littered in tattoos. The man that goes by the name Jungkook, flexed his fingers when Yoongi caught sight of it. Jk. It was on his ring finger. It was his man.
Before the men became suspicious of him, he backed up and quickly hid behind the corner. It seemed like they didn't suspect anything as they continued their conversation. Jungkook spoke in hushed words. Yoongi could still hear the men speak but any farther he wouldn't have.
"Quit your complaining Taehyung and what did I tell you about using my name in public? There's a boy looking for us for fuck sakes. You could've ratted us out." Were they talking about him? How would they know already? He tried his best not to make himself evident unless someone ratted him out.
Yoongi had the courage to peek around the corner. He caught sight of Taehyung, who just feigned a frown towards Jungkook. "Come on man, the boss is just being paranoid. We haven't found anyone yet. How do we know this man even exists? Are you sure he hasn’t already killed him or lied to us?" Jungkook clicked his tongue, slapping his palm against Taehyung's head, the man responded by rubbing the hurt area. "There’s no reason for him to lie. Plus, Rm isn't being paranoid. The man is a real threat. They know he's looking for the hideout. You know how dangerous that is for us? Do you want to spend your whole life in jail?" Taehyung only shook his head upon Jungkook's words, his features written in hurt and frustration from the younger man's actions. "No…sorry." Jungkook's chest heaved, as if he was proud of himself. Then a familiar snap of Taehyung’s fingers brought him to reality. His eyes darted to the man beside him and his eyebrows were quick to bounce in Yoongi’s direction without making it obvious. Jungkook remained silent and unmoving. This was it. He then chimed in as if nothing happened. "Good. Now let's head back and eat. We'll continue this later." Taehyung perked up with this. He knew where this was going to lead. Taehyung urgently followed beside his partner as Jungkook held a harsh expression.
They were leaving. Yoongi had to follow them. This was his only chance. If he fucks it up now, he'll never get an opportunity like this again.
The young man waited patiently until they were a good distance away before he slowly began to follow them. It appeared Yoongi was doing a good job going unnoticed; ten minutes in, he was observing his surroundings. It was actually odd, with each step, less and less people were on the street. There was no one left by the time they came to a stop. It was actually unnerving how far they were.
If he was to be caught there was nowhere to run. In such a large city, they were in the middle of nowhere. Especially being a great distance from his home, he was screwed.
He hid behind a corner of an empty building, a great distance from the opposite concrete prison. They paused in front of a large building that appeared to be empty, two metal garage doors adored the front of the building, while stairs led down in the ground on the left side. It seemed like a normal place from the outside but who knows what was on the inside. He could only dread.
He was too far to hear but he could still see the two criminals. It appeared as if Jungkook was telling Taehyung something, as he only nodded and retreated down the stairs while Jungkook shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his feet carrying him forward and past the garage doors. Once he left Yoongi's line of sight that was when he revealed himself. He stayed in one spot and made sure the criminal wasn't in sight before leaving his position to move forward.
There was nothing. No man in sight. It was almost amusing how idiotic these men were. They had someone following them the whole time and they hadn't noticed. They weren’t the brightest criminals.
Yoongi huffed while he shrugged his shoulders. Just means it'll be easy for him. He reached inside his hoodie and removed his camera. At first he fumbled with the buttons before he was positioning the black object in front of his right eye. Clicks echoed throughout the empty space as he inches closer and closer to the building, trying to get a photo of every angle. Once he was satisfied, he smiled; proud of himself. Now all he had to do was head back, process the photos and show Jin. When it airs that Min Yoongi found the Scars hideout, the police will invade the area and he'll be a hero. He'll make bank too. It was his first dream that'll finally come true in his miserable life.
"Hah, idiots." Yoongi chuckled as he began to put his camera back in its rightful place. "That's not very nice." An unknown voice yanked Yoongi from his thoughts and before he knew it, a tattooed arm was wrapping itself around his neck, quickly cutting the oxygen from his lungs. He let out a strangled noise as both hands shot towards the other to try and pry them away but the other was much stronger than him. It was as if he was trying to pry a heavy metal door open. No success.”I found you." Jungkook cooed into his ear before pressing body closer to Yoongi's struggling form. It was quick and he didn't expect it, the oxygen that sadly left his lungs left him dizzy and unable to think until he was drifting into a black void. Eventually he fell unconscious in his enemy's arms. Jungkook took it as a sign to remove his arm from his throat, his whole body going slack. The dead weight caused Jungkook to stumble and almost drop him. But he quickly regained his footing and began dragging his prisoner into their hideout.
He caught the boy. Namjoon was going to be proud.
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By the time Yoongi drifted awake he was more confused than anything. His head hung low as his whole body felt like dead weight. He couldn't tell if it was due to passing out or if the man drugged him. All he knew was that he was in pain. Everything hurts.
Bright lights blinded his blinking eyes as he lifted his heavy head. Yoongi coughed, his throat burning with each sharp inhale. He lazily tossed his head left and right, the sight of an almost empty room confusing him even more. His blurry eyes focused on chairs lined up on the left, accompanied by a surgical table; as if people were lining up to watch the surgery of an innocent man or woman. Then on his right there was a bed. A large one at that, decorated in cheap fabrics with all sorts of chains hanging from the wall and floor and a small toilet next to it. What was this prison?
Yoongi groaned at the sight of himself, his mask was gone, along with his beanie, hoodie and turtleneck. He was just left in his jeans, as his chest heaved in newfound fear. His hands were taped together behind a wooden chair that he sat on, while his shoeless feet were also taped in duct tape. This made him immobile.
The weight of the situation finally dawned on him. Yoongi was found out, now he was chained up and about to be killed by the notorious group, the Scars. The thought caused him to struggle in his binds. Even if he lived a long miserable life, he wasn't about to die in this hellhole. He still had some fight in him.
He hadn't noticed someone was in the corner of the room, quietly observing him. "How did you sleep?" The unknown voice gained Yoongi's attention. He twisted his head in the direction of the source. Yoongi bared his teeth at the unknown man, he was still in the corner, adored all balck clothing, he had similar tattoos to Jungkook but this time it appeared to travel up his neck and a little on his face. While a large scar was spread from his clipped eyebrow and down his right eye, reaching the corner of his lip. His hair was short, blonde, and clean, it was as if he just cut it. He was also very muscular, his arms were crossed over his chest while his tense muscles poked from his black t-shirt, making it evident that this man was strong and dangerous. Yoongi was surprised he didn't notice him sooner. It was as if he concealed his presence.
The young man chose to remain silent, his features were nothing but calm. Even if he was internally panicking. This caused the other to leave his spot and inch closer to Yoongi. He just carefully watched the man as he took hold of a chair and placed it a few feet from him. The blonde man took a seat while facing the other and draped his arms over the top of the wooden object. His opposing brown eyes not once left Yoongi as he quietly observed him. Yoongi just remained still, tossing a glare at the other.
Finally, he spoke up. "What's your name?" In an amused manner, Yoongi smirked, a huff leaving his pretty lips soon after. Still nothing from him. As if he was going to reveal himself to the others. They just kidnapped him and probably planned to kill him, what was the point of formalities?
There was another long silence as the man's eyebrows began to crease, as if Yoongi was beginning to get on his nerves. "Okay, if that's how you want to be. I don't mind using force to get the answers from you," Yoongi watched as he stood to his feet, the man carefully treaded towards his direction. He paused and in a matter of seconds he made a fist, the heavy object made contact with Yoongi's gut. The poor man lurched forward, all oxygen ripped from his lungs in a matter of seconds. He horridely coughed as he tried to bend over himself in hopes of protecting his stomach while the continents in his stomach from the previous night threatened to spill all over the floor. His face turned a nasty red as he inhaled before tossing his head back in exhaustion. The strange man just stood there watching every reaction from Yoongi.
Then he bent over, invading Yoongi's personal space. He took a fistful of black hair and yanked it, a small whimper leaving Yoongi's lips while he forced him to make eye contact. "Now, what's your name?" This time Yoongi glared, baring his teeth as he spoke. "Min Yoongi." This seemingly pleased the man, as he gently slapped his check in reassurance. "Good boy Yoongi. My name is Namjoon, Rm for short and I run this place," This was the man the two goons were talking about earlier. Their boss. Now Yoongi was in real shit.
"Now Yoongi, another question. Who sent you?" This time Yoongi seemed to contemplate his choice of words before choosing to ultimately not respond at all. This made Namjoon frown in distaste before balling his fist once again. He released his hair only for it to be replaced with a fist right to his left cheek, this tossed Yoongi to the side, the force of the hit caused him and the chair to fall.
Yoongi gasped painfully as fresh blood spewed from his broken lip while his mind swimmed in confusion on why he was on the ground. Namjoon shifted to stand in front of Yoongi's line of sight, squatting only to look down upon him. "If you speak now Yoongi, I'll make it easier for the both of us." This was hell already. His body was hurting before but now it just aches more. What else was he planning to do?
It appeared Yoongi was taking too long because Namjoon impatiently looked around the room before choosing to stand to his feet, he bared his foot before letting it go to only strike him in the chest. Yoongi cried out this time, his lungs struggling to get oxygen. If he continued this, he was definitely going to break his ribs. "No one sent me! I-I came here on my own! Now please stop!" Finally Yoongi began to beg, he was still hard headed and annoying but this was his life on the line. Even if he was deviant, Namjoon didn't play jokes. He was a mafia boss for god sakes.
Namjoon sighed in annoyance while running his fingers through his short hair. "Don't lie to me. I can take your life right now Min." Yoongi shook in fear and anger, his voice still hoarse. "I'm not lying! I promise!" This caused Namjoon to cock his head in question. "Then why were you following my men? Why did you have a camera? It appears you got quite a bit of evidence to reveal our location. You had motives. Someone had to send you." Yoongi's eyes widened in realization, his camera. It was gone, they probably went through everything of his in hopes of finding his motives. The only thing on the stupid thing was photos from his job and the current photos of the Scars hideout. If they figure out he's a journalist, he'll be doomed. What if they come after Jin and everyone else in his company? He can't risk that. Even if his life was meaningless, there wasn't.
Yoongi remained silent again, trying to come up with another lie. Namjoon was an impatient man, he didn't have time for silence. "It appears violence isn't working too well, we'll have to try something else then." Namjoon bent over and took another fistful of Yoongi's back hair and yanked him forward. He cried in discomfort as the man forcibly removed him from the chair before dragging him to the bed from earlier. With his strength he tossed him onto the cheap fabrics and quickly hovered over his defenseless body. Yoongi quickly regained himself, his eyes meeting the man that was currently on top of him. "You know Yoongi, you're quite pretty," Yoongi made a confused expression as the others twisted into a sinister one. "And you wanna know what we do with pretty men?" He leaned in close, Yoongi hurriedly turning his head away from the man. It only earned a nip to his ear lobe. "We rape them until they reveal the information we want, then I let my men do as please with them. Rape, abuse, murder. Anything." A chill ran up Yoongi's spine, his face written in fear and confusion. He can't be serious? Was he… about to be defiled?
Namjoon smiled upon Yoongi's reaction before he was laying his grubby hands on him. "No-" Yoongi keened in disgust as his fingers trailed his bare chest, pausing at his nipples to give them a bruising squeeze, an uncomfortable groan leaving his lips. The movements didn't cease, as they made way to his jeans. Yoongi thrashed, trying to free his immobile hands as the opposing fingertips danced on the hem of his jeans before it slipped inside. "Please don't! I swear I was telling the truth! I-I just-" Namjoon raised his eyebrow, inching closer to just ripping the men's jeans off and taking him right there. "What Min? Spit it out." He hissed in frustration, his eagerness pushing him over the edge; as Yoongi began to voice his side, Namjoon took it upon himself to yank the fabric, quick to reveal Yoongi's vulnerable soft and pale privates.
The younger man's features turned into one of dread, his brain going into overdrive as a lie quickly spilled from his lips. "I swear I came alone! I took the photos in hopes of giving It to the police! I'm poor and my parents left me with debt," Well partially a lie. "A-and I thought finding the Scars location will allow me to pay it off! I'm sorry! Please- please don't rape me." Namjoon held an unfazed expression throughout his little speech, seemingly contemplating whether or not Yoongi spoke the truth. Well it wasn't as if it mattered. He already knew the truth. The photos show the proof. There was no doubt he was trying to reveal their location.
"If it was money you wanted. I could've given it to you," Namjoon spoke as he snaked further down Yoongi's body. Once he reached his feet, he lifted them before using his teeth to grip the tape that held them together. He quickly ripped the sticky adhesive in a matter of seconds. He spit the tape out and it landed on the ground while Yoongi held a frightened but somewhat relieved expression. Was he going to spare him? "But you instead chose to try and reveal our location, putting not only me, but my business and my men in danger and for that words are unforgivable but you can apologize with your body." He emphasized 'body' by proceeding to yank the rest of his jeans and boxers off, tossing them to the floor as well. Yoongi appeared to be more horrified because he hurriedly took his free legs and kicked them wildly. Surprisingly his right foot made contact with Namjoons clothed chest and he went fumbling back. Yoongi saw this as his opportunity to escape, while Namjoon was incompasitated, he hurriedly got to his feet and tried to make it to the door at the end of the room. He made a great distance before Namjoon was behind him, taking another fistful of hair and pulling him back. This caused him to stumble and fall to the ground with a cry as he dragged Yoongi back to the bed.
He carelessly threw him on his stomach, his hands still tied to each other. Yoongi wiggled and pleaded. "Please don't do this! I promise I won't tell anyone! Just let me go! Please!" Namjoon clicked his tongue before flattening his palm and using it to strike Yoongi's pale ass. The young man reacted beautifully. A tiny squeak left his lips as he jumped on impact, his face morphing into one of pain and disgust. "You're already in too deep Min and you foiled my mood. I'm just going to make it more painful for you." Fresh tears began to prick at Yoongi's eyes. He was doomed. Death seems like a more pleasurable idea to him.
Namjoon hovered over his smaller body as all he could was watch the man over his shoulder. Sniffles and nasty tears began spilling from his dark eyes and nose as the other lifted his hips, making him reveal himself to a complete stranger. Yoongi jumped when he felt a foreign object poke at his rim. It was a finger.
The finger was unpleasant, he circled and teased it before carelessly shoving it in without lube. Yoongi let a horrid cry leave his lips as the finger reached deep inside him before it was being thrusted in and out. "No-! It hurts! Stop-!" He begged as snot began to drip down his face, while using his knees to try and retreat from the finger.
Namjoon took notice of this and decided to use his other hand to keep a firm grip on his hip as he continued to shove the digit further and further. He eventually became impatient and yanked the single object out before standing on his knees. Namjoon removed his black t-shirt before throwing the fabric onto the ground. Then he carelessly fumbled with his jeans and yanked his large cock free. This time he didn't feel too generous and pressed the tip at his entrance. Yoongi tensed with this and Namjoon responded by slapping his ass before pushing further. "Relax." How could he relax?! He was about to be raped for fuck sakes!
At first, it was a tight fit but he managed to just get the tip in while Yoongi withered under him, his cries becoming worse and worse. It was actually quite annoying how loud he was crying, plus his face was rather ugly at the current moment. It was dirty and gross but Namjoon has grown to get used to it.
To urge the reaction from his sight, the hand that held his hip was instead used to push Yoongi’s head into the mattress below. The poor man just accepted it and cried even louder. Without a care in the world, Namjoon thrusted his hips forward, a hiss leaving his lips as he bottomed out. Yoongi shook with this, while an awful scream was ripped from his throat. "So tight.." Namjoon mumbled before pumping his hips. He couldn't move much since it was such a tight fit but he'll make it work. "AAH-! ARGH-! STOP!” Yoongi’s words came out muffled but annoyingly loud for Namjoon to hear. The older man just rolled his eyes at the man’s reaction, his men definitely must be hearing this. “Don’t be such a baby. It isn't that bad.” No, it wasn’t bad but absolutely excruciating. It felt as if his cock was ripping his insides apart, he could actually feel his hole tear and drip with blood.
Before Yoongi’s body could adjust even slightly, Namjoon began drilling his hips into the man’s hole. His whole body began to burn, while his insides began to rearrange due to the sheer force and size. In pure panic, Yoongi managed to lift his head, trying to gain anyone’s attention in hopes of ceasing his rape. “AH! HNN! Help! Please, it hurts! Help me!!” The man exclaimed in pure terror, screams echoing throughout the room. Namjoon responded by snickering before releasing hold of his head. The mafia boss was amused with Yoongi’s efforts despite being held captive, it was almost endearing despite his horrid crying being awful. He’ll just let him burn his energy for his own amusement.
Namjoon just took hold of his hips before thrusting deeper and faster, a string of pleasurable groans leaving his lips in the process. Yoongi sobbed louder as his pleas became beyond noticeable. It actually made him quite proud. He'll definitely be hearing praises from his men later. This fueled him as he began to search for Yoongi’s pleasure spot, intent on abusing the bundle of nerves until he was shaking and begging far worse.
Yoongi seemingly didn't like this idea as began trying to push himself from the other man (despite his hands still being tied) and spewing all sorts of profanities and pleas. “Fuck! AH! Hgn! Get the fuck off me! I’ll fucking kill you! Stop!” This caused Namjoon to smirk, cease all his movements only to hover over Yoongi's back while the man shook under him, his chest heaved with each sob as he tried to regain some composure. But Namjoon won't let him have that reward. He leaned in closer, nibbling on his ear. "Oh yeah? I would like to see you try Min." The man took a firm bite of cartilage, causing his poor ear to bleed. Yoongi cried louder with this and turned his head away, causing the flesh to rip. Namjoon was quick to spit out the small piece of his victim and it proceeded to land on the mattress beside them. Yoongi continued to cry as he hid his face in the pillow below him. "Look what you did. Now I'm going to have to stitch this up." Namjoon voiced in annoyance before he shook his head.
"Now let's continue where we left off." Yoongi hurriedly lifted his head and shook it before giving Namjoon pleading eyes. "P-Please no more! I'll... I'll do anything! So please-" The man above him seemed to contemplate his pleas before humping the man softly, a squeak bubbling from Yoongi's lips. "No matter what, you'll be doing as I please. And right now I'll be fucking you. I still haven't come yet." Dread painted Yoongi's features and something in Namjoon bubbled with joy. This was why he loved his job.
His cheeks were tainted in red as admired his reaction. He kept eye contact as he bit firmly into his shoulder blade, Yoongi flinched in response, his lips opening to make an 'o' shape before he bared his teeth, face morphing into dread, anger, regret, and sadness. It always pleased Namjoon when the men under him suffered, especially when the reality of the situation caught up to them.
He especially enjoyed Yoongi. Maybe he'll keep him.
Finally Namjoon planted both of his palms beside Yoongi's head as leverage before brutally thrusting his hips forward. Yoongi's body responded by squeezing around the hard appendage while a nasty groan was ripped from him. If Namjoon had to say, it appeared the man enjoyed it despite crying louder now. Namjoon set up a brutal pace as Yoongi's body bounced with each thrust, his tiny soft cock unresponsive to his assault.
Skin slapping against skin filled the white room in seconds while Namjoon panted and heaved with each harsh smack of his hips. It felt so fucking good for Namjoon, maybe not so much for Yoongi though as he continued to plea and sob. "S-Stop… please.. ah! Hn-" it was much calmer than before but it was still noticeable. Maybe he was getting used to it?
"Does it feel good now Yoongi? Do you like my cock in you? It's okay if you do." Yoongi shook his head and Namjoon responded by thrusting faster, aiming for his bundle of nerves again. He shook with this, burying his red face into a pillow. Namjoon smiled proudly at this, thrusting into the tight even harder as he began reaching his limit. At this point Yoongi's cock still had no reaction but that didn't matter. He used his right hand to gently brush against Yoongi's tummy and pressed hard against the area where he felt his cock bulged with each pump. Yoongi screamed uncomfortably upon the action. "No! No! No! Stop!" This urged Namjoon to press harder, impressed with the feel of his cock making such an indent in the man's body.
Upon this action, Yoongi tossed his head back before his eyes shut and his body fell limply against the mattress. Namjoon raised a brow in question but never ceased his movements. Did he pass out? That's no fun.
Namjoon clicked his tongue at the thought before seeking further for his own release. Finally his hips began to slow before they came to a complete stop. Then he pumped his hips hard, Yoongi's limp body moving with the action. Then hot liquid spilled inside Yoongi's velvety hole, tainting the poor man from the inside out.
Namjoon huffed after he pulled his cock loose, fresh seed spilling from Yoongi's ass while it was quick to paint his thighs. The mafia boss praised himself with his work before he was releasing Yoongi's body in whole. His body remained still and unmoving as Namjoon removed himself from the bed and proceeded towards the door while in the process of tucking himself away.
Namjoon turned the door knob (and as he thought) and he was welcomed by three of his men in an otherwise empty hallway. "How long were you guys here for?" Jungkook's back was pressed firmly against the hallway wall, arms crossed over his chest with a cigarette in between his teeth. Taehyung stood next to him with a proud expression and one full of want. "Long enough to know what went down." Jungkook chimed in before flicking his bud onto the ground and used his boot to extinguish the flame. Their boss grinned while Taehyung tossed a rag in his direction. Namjoon caught it easily and began to wipe the sweat from his chest and forehead. "Great job boss! You showed him! What information did you get?" Taehyung exclaimed, excitement laced in his voice.
Namjoon shut the door behind himself before proceeding with his response. "He's broke and left with his parents debt. He took those photos with the intent of providing them to the police and revealing our location," He used the white cloth to wipe his tattooed arms. "He was hoping to receive some sort of reward for it. But he doesn't know that the Seoul police work with us." Taehyung nodded along excitedly. "He's such an idiot boss. You did the right thing." Jungkook shot Taehyung an annoyed look as he spoke up. "Were not buddy, buddy with any other region located in South Korea. We're still at risk Namjoon." Namjoon snickered. "Don't worry Jungkook, they wouldn't reveal anything. There would be too much at stake for them. Plus, Yoongi doesn't know this." Jungkook's eyebrows scrunched in annoyance and frustration then released a huff." Okay, We just received what we already knew. What was the point?” Namjoon cocked his head to the side. “You should already know this Jungkook. The point was to break the boy down. Show him real fear.” Jungkook clicked his tongue before pushing himself from the wall. “Alright, now that you had your way with him boss. Isn't it fair we get a turn too? I caught him for fuck sakes." Namjoon smiled at his men's eagerness, Tae nodding along in the process. "Maybe later. He's passed out and I need one of you to patch him up." Jungkook frowned while Taehyung pouted before both their gazes moved to the third man. Their doctor.
Namjoon did the same, keeping his devilish grin. "Alright, how about you do me a favor, Hoseok. You are the most qualified." Hoseok had remained silent across from his partners with a worried expression while he stood wearily. "Yes sir. But did you have to go so rough? It sounded like he was dying.." Namjoon shrugged his shoulders before his feet began carrying him forward. He reached Hoseok only for the man to bow slightly while Namjoon placed his hand on his shoulder, giving him a firm pat. "He's fine. Now care for him. You did a good job." Hoseok hung his head low in regret as Namjoon continued on. Jungkook and Taehyung grinned at him before spitting a few praises as they followed behind the older man.
Hoseok was left alone to his own thoughts and to tend to an injured Yoongi. He took tired, regretful steps towards the door before pausing while he attempted to shove down any feelings. He heaved a sigh as he used his fingers to turn the doorknob. The man was welcomed by a ruined but sleeping Yoongi in an otherwise empty and smelly room. "Oh god.." He gasped in shock, a hand shooting to cover his opened mouth. It was worse than he had thought.
Hoseok was quick to rush over to the surgical table and dig for his tools. He took the first thing that caught his gaze; string, alcohol, a hook, bandages, scissors, gloves and ointment. Years of training prepared him for these moments. It was hard but needed. He didn't want the man dying on him even if the injuries weren't that severe.
Hoseok approached Yoongi once more and used the scissors to free his hands from the duct tape. They were red and irritated and they fell limply at his sides while he took a few paper towels and wiped his ass free of cum. It was more difficult to fish it out but he's grown to get used to it. He squeezed fresh ointment on his fingers before probing at his abused rim. He circled the abused red, bloody flesh before pushing them inside. Hoseok searched for any discomfort but Yoongi was out like a light. "I'm sorry.." He mumbled before hurriedly pulling them out and wiping his hands clean.
Then he moved onto the bite wound. He slipped on medical gloves and rubbed it in ointment. Hoseok placed a bandage on the wound before shifting to his ear. The bleeding has stopped but he definitely needed stitches. The man sat next to Yoongi’s unconscious body and sprayed alcohol on the wound, he gently wiped it clean, dry blood smearing all over the fabric. He tossed it away as he began preparing the hook, he attached the string to the end of it before he was leaning over him. "Forgive me. This will hurt." Hoseok spoke despite Yoongi being asleep; he stuck the hook in the beginning of the wound, fresh blood pouring from it. He didn't freak out but was encouraged to continue. This was normal. He carefully threaded his ear close, it was about four stitches in total but it'll need to be observed to make sure it healed quickly.
Hoseok threw the contaminated items into a trash can before beginning to clean up the dirty room. Before he decides to take his leave, he flipped the young man over and wiped his face clean. "Why was he such a brute.. the poor man." He cursed in anger and he fished for his clothes and dressed his naked body. It was the best he could do.
Then Hoseok gently draped a sheet over his small form before giving him an apologetic bow. "Rest well Yoongi.." Hoseok then took his leave. He couldn't stand being in the same room as him. The guilt was too much. It was a waterfall that threatened to break a dam. He didn't mean for this to happen.
But it always led to this. Yet he has grown to harbor these regretful feelings and push on. It was for the best. It was just a part of the job.