While the room Hoseok stood in was mostly silent, his mind was anything but that. He stood in front of the door to B4 - one of eight holding cells on the third floor. Adrenaline rushed through his body as he looked down at himself. Any moment now he would enter the cell and once again come face-to-face with his newest captive. He couldn't wait for the encounter to start if he was being honest with himself. Excitement thrummed in his veins as he began to pat himself down.

Externally, he remained calm as he did his final checks. Each hand checked that there was nothing in any of his pockets. The only item on his entire body was that of his trusty knife, that was securely in its sheath, strapped to his right thigh. It was a safety precaution they had in place after one too many times a prisoner had taken an item and used it against them as a bargaining chip. Now, whenever they were to go into the cells, they were only allowed to have one weapon on them and absolutely no personal items whatsoever.

As Hoseok nodded to himself, he raised his left arm towards the security camera above the door and gave it a thumbs up. A low buzzing sound started a second later which signalled the guard had started the process to unlock the holding cell. The red light above the door handle flashed blue for three seconds before it turned a solid green, an accompanying unlocking sound followed. He was now free to enter the room whenever he pleased.

Hoseok walked the ten steps forwards and paused just before the door. To the left of the door frame was a stainless steel catering trolley with three tiers. The three tiers were full of many different items that he needed to bring into the cell to begin the induction process. His left hand reached over for the trolley handle and pulled it closer to him. One final deep breath later and his right hand grasped the door handle to the cell. A dark, mischievous sparkle lit his brown eyes as he pushed his way into the room.

An intriguing sight met him as he walked into the cell. Knelt in the middle of the floor was his victim with the burlap sack still over his head. His hands were forcibly outstretched to the sides in what would be an undeniably awkward and painful position. Metal cuffs were secured tightly around his thin wrists. Each cuff was then connected to chains that were threaded through an eye bolt plate on the floor. With both the plates having been wielded to the ground, there was absolutely no chance of breaking free from the restraints.

What a sight indeed. Hoseok smirked to himself as he wheeled the trolley inside and closed the door behind him. Not even a second later, he heard the door lock again, essentially trapping him in with his new prisoner. He discarded the trolley to the left corner beside the door before he slowly stalked towards his prey. The only sounds were that of his shoes hitting the concrete flooring while he took his time to slowly walk in circles around the one and only Min Yoongi.

To anyone else, it would have looked like the man was still unconscious. The way his hands and head fell limp in place. The way his breathing was slow and deep. The way he didn't react to the slow steps around him. Credit could be given where it was due. Hoseok could even applaud the effort. However, he wasn't anyone else and therefore saw straight through it.

To Hoseok's trained eye, he could tell Yoongi was very much awake and alert. His breathing was too quiet for someone that was meant to be unconscious. He could tell that his breathing was controlled in a way that would allow Yoongi to listen to his unknown surroundings. And to carefully listen to the proximity and pattern of the new footsteps around him. Very clever but Hoseok wasn't a fool.

"I know you are awake. You can drop the act," Hoseok said in a calm tone as he finally came to a stop in front of the male after having completed five or more slow circles.

"Who are you?" Yoongi asked quietly as he dropped the act like he was told. Some tension returned to his body and he lifted his covered head, the metal chains made noise as he moved.

"It doesn't matter who I am," he said with a dark chuckle. He stepped closer, reached out and finally lifted the burlap off Yoongi's head. Angry, fierce eyes stared up from beneath the messy red strands of hair. "Hello again darling. Nice to see you. Did you miss me?"

"Bite me," he growled with a glare.

"Don't tempt me," he said with a smirk as he turned on his heel.

Without a care, Hoseok threw the burlap sack into the left corner. The material hit the wall only to fall haphazardly to the ground not far from the trolley. He didn't give it another glance as he walked towards the opposite side of the door where there was a lone wooden chair. All of their holding cells had a single chair in there at all times, it saved time instead of constantly having to take chairs in and out.

Hoseok dragged the piece of furniture into the middle of the room. The wood against concrete caused a terrible screeching sound to fill the otherwise deadly silent atmosphere. He positioned both himself and the chair directly in front of Yoongi and got himself comfortable for what could potentially be a long night ahead of him. The other male continued to glare up at him, knelt at his feet, a thin layer of sweat already on his face and neck.

"What do you want with me?" questioned Yoongi as Hoseok remained silent.

"You? Nothing. You are just a pawn in this giant game of chess," Hoseok said nonchalantly as he crossed his right leg over his left and proceeded to fold his hands in his lap.

"With who?" the red haired male scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly who," he replied with a small glare. "Your father obviously. I'm holding you for ransom which he will pay for your safe return. And while we wait, you're going to give me information so I can take him down one day."

A confused expression crossed over Hoseok's face as Yoongi threw his head back and let out a loud, uncontrolled, laugh. He straightened in his chair while the other slowly calmed himself down until only the occasional giggle left him. If his hands hadn't been restrained, Hoseok was sure Yoongi would have wiped a fake tear from his face. He seemed the type of person to do that.

Out of all the reactions Hoseok had expected, that maniac laugh had been the least expected one. He titled his head to the left and allowed a stern glare to overtake his own features. Fury bubbled under the surface at the disrespect his enemy's son had shown him.

"You think that's funny?" he asked in a low, unamused tone. "You think your father is too powerful, huh? Think he can't be overthrown?"

"No, no. No, I know he can be overthrown. That's not why I was laughing," softly chuckled Yoongi as he shook his head.

"Then what made you laugh?" he asked as he squinted.

"You obviously don't know a thing about my father and I," said Yoongi with a huff while he lifted his amused gaze and stared directly into Hoseok's fierce eyes.

"Oh really?" asked Hoseok as he leant forward and shifted his position until his elbows rested on his knees, his face only a ruler length from Yoongi's. He accepted the challenge. "The only name people know your father by is Choi. There's no record of his government name anywhere. Not even you, your brother, or your mother know his real name."

As Hoseok started to speak, Yoongi suddenly sobered up and grew quiet. His amused expression dropped until his entire face was nothing but a blank. emotionless canvas. Not even his eyes gave away his inner feelings. Hoseok looked deeply into his eyes and knew this was the point in the conversation he needed to reveal some of his cards. He had to show just how serious he was about this entire situation and that it was no laughing matter.

"Your father and mother never legally married. When she had both your older brother and you, the birth certificates didn't list a father. And since no one knew his government name, you were given your mother's maiden name of Min," Hoseok continued to list his knowledge with an intense stare.

"Want me to clap? Oh wait, I can't," glared Yoongi. "I'm fairly sure everyone knows this already. You aren't special."

"When your mother was killed the day before your fifth birthday, your father left both you and your brother in the care of nannies. They were the ones to raise you for then on," he continued as he ignored the comment. "He was very absent from your childhood as he focused his attention on growing his gang and to eventually become the undisputed, reigning, most ruthless gang leader in all of South Korea."

"Want a gold star? Once again, it's not hard to find all of that out," scoffed Yoongi.

"Can anyone find out the street you grew up on?" cockily asked Hoseok as he sat back up, knowing he was about to get his point across. "42 Wallaby Way which was always under heavy protection. Only authorised personnel were allowed to be there meaning you weren't supposed to invite any friends around. Although I heard that didn't stop you from trying once or twice."

"So what? Pretty sure if you asked around, it wouldn't be that hard to find out," he said as he rolled his eyes.

"How about each house you moved to after you turned eighteen? Let's test my memory. The first one was 124 Conch Street. The second being 221B Baker Street. The third and most current being 485 Maple Drive," he said easily.

Instead of a verbal response, Yoongi's mouth fell open in silent disbelief. Because no, hardly anyone could name the three addresses he has lived in independently since he had become a legal adult. It must have thrown him off that Hoseok knew that and unnerved him to some degree. Of course, he also knew that Yoongi's locations were kept top secret. Only his father, brother, and a few within the inner circle knew that information.

And he knew the reason behind everything. Yoongi lived on his own because he had refused to take his rightful place within the gang that his birthright gave him, and in consequence, he had been forced out of his childhood home. He had wanted to live a more normal life so his father let him do that by kicking him out on his eighteenth birthday.

"How about the fake name you normally tell people? Mr. Chung Yong. Or even which part time jobs you've held and for how long? Dare I go through the pathetic list? Should I tell you about your university degree and how well you did in each class? Or do you remember the subpar job you did?" he said with an air of confidence when Yoongi had remained silent.

"So you think you know us then? Huh? You really think all your research has paid off?" snapped Yoongi, a new fire burned within his eyes. "Do you honestly think my father will pay the ransom for me?"

"I do," simply said Hoseok with a cocky smirk.

"If you truly knew my father, then you would know that you got the wrong guy," he glared.

"You are Min Yoongi. Youngest son of Choi. I am more than sure I have the right guy," Hoseok said as he returned the glare.

"Want to make a bet if you are so confident?" he asked as a dark smirk replaced the glare.

"A bet on what?" wearily and cautiously asked Hoseok.

"I bet my father won't even notice that I am missing for four days," he said with the same dark smirk.

"That's oddly specific," he said quietly. "Why four days?"

"It's the end of the month in four days. He'll be expecting a check-in progress report from me. You know, just so he can point out how useless and pathetic my life is and how much of a fuck up I am in every possible way," said Yoongi with pure detest in his eyes. "But, you would know that already since you seem to know everything about us. Right?"

Silence befell the pair as Hoseok digested the new piece of information. Because no, he did not know that. His eyes scanned Yoongi's face as he tried to conclude how sincere the statement had been. He took note of what appeared to be genuine anger and detest in those dark brown eyes. Perhaps it was all just a ruse, a way of gaining more time to plan his escape, or even wait for his people to show up and rescue him.

"And you know what? I bet you that when he finds out that I am missing, he won't pay the ransom and he won't send any resources to locate me," continued Yoongi. "I'd bet my fucking life on that. Because I am not the one you want if you are asking my father for a ransom. I'm the wrong guy for that buddy."

"Yeah? But you were the easiest one to get to," shot Hoseok with a calculating gaze.

"And why do you think that is? Why do you think I have no security around me? Why do you think my brother has everything and I don't? Come on, I know you aren't that stupid. If you wanted a successful ransom, you should have gone after my brother. Not me," he sneered with disgust. "My father doesn't give a shit about me."

"Time will tell," Hoseok declared as he stood up from the chair and dragged it back to the corner where it came from. "But for now, I need to get you set up. If what you say is true, you're in for a longer stay than we anticipated."

A tired sigh left Hoseok's lips as he walked over to the catering trolley and manoeuvred it until he stood in front of the other with it. He squatted down and reached onto the bottom tier where two items were. A blanket and a bucket. He pulled both items out and discarded them just out of reach to the left side of Yoongi.

Hoseok then grabbed the only item that was on the middle tier; a tray full of unappetising slop. It was the only thing they fed to their prisoners throughout their stays. The shit tasted nasty the first few times, he had tested it out. But they would eventually get hungry enough to eat it without complaint. He dumped the tray directly onto the ground in front of the other; the loud clang reverberated throughout the quiet room.

"For if you get cold," he pointed to the blanket before he pointed to the bucket, "and for if you need to go to the toilet."

"Fuck you," growled Yoongi with a fierce glare.

"And get used to this. It'll be your only source of food for the undetermined amount of time you grace us with your lovely presence," sarcastically said Hoseok as he stood up and shoved the tray closer with the tip of his boot.

"Am I expected to eat that shit with my hands tied up like this?" growled Yoongi as he shook his arms for extra emphasis, the sound of metal on metal rang loudly around the room.

"I'm sure you'll find a way to eat it," shrugged Hoseok, after all, it wasn't his problem. "All the other's find a way to do it. Usually they just lean forwards, you know? No hands needed."

"I'm not a fucking dog," Yoongi spat with venom.

"Awe but you've been such a good boy for me so far," cooed Hoseok with a shit eating grin.

"I think I'd rather take my chances and starve, thank you," sarcastically smiled Yoongi. "Rather die of starvation than be held hostage here if I'm being honest."

"You think you're the first to try that trick in the book? Don't worry, we have our ways to break the hunger strike," laughed Hoseok as he turned his attention to the items on the top tier of the trolley. He picked up the set of keys and taunted Yoongi by jiggling them in his face. "We have the keys to your house. I'll ask nicely, and if I sense a lie, we'll try again tomorrow. Is there anything of value at your place that could help take down your father?"

A pause was all Hoseok needed to know that yes, there was something of value there. He saw the calculating expression in Yoongi's eyes as the other seemed to weigh up his options. Hoseok knew how this game usually went. They would deny it for days on end. That was, until Hoseok pulled out the big guns. Then from that point on, it normally only took a day, maybe two, to break them into giving the much needed information. He expected the youngest son of a malicious mafia boss to do the same thing as everyone else.

"My spare laptop has some sensitive information on it that you could find useful. It's how my father and I stay in contact," gulped Yoongi as he hung his head. From what? Hoseok couldn't tell. He didn't know if it was shame or guilt or both. "It's hidden in a safe that requires a fingerprint as well as a number combination. Three failed attempts and it locks itself until the company gets clearance and authorisation to send a device that unlocks it."

"There are ways for us to take your fingerprint to your house without you being present," said Hoseok as he contemplated his options.

"I know there are," Yoongi nodded, his head still hung, his eyes stared down at Hoseok's black boots. "Although there's a few things you should know before you go after it. The laptop has been encrypted so it makes copying the data incredibly hard. It's not impossible, just very time consuming if you do have the right person. But the more important thing you need to be aware of, the laptop has software installed to track the device's exact location at all times. So if you bring it here or anywhere else, they will know where you are."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" he asked suspiciously. He stared down at the chained up, red haired male with caution, wondering what games he was playing. There had to be some sort of catch.

"I have my reasons," shrugged Yoongi as he tilted his head back so that he could stare up into Hoseok's eyes with what was very evident angry tears.

The raw emotion both within Yoongi's eyes and voice gave Hoseok less reason to think he was lying. Either he was a really good actor or he had genuine reasons for betraying his father like that. Secretly, he hoped that one day he could find out the reasoning behind it. Whether the information was given willingly or forced out was yet to be seen.

But from everything that Yoongi had said during the course of their first proper encounter, he had no reason to not trust him and completely ride him off. Plus it appeared that this was an opportunity to learn some sensitive information on his number one target. Hopefully whatever was on that laptop could help him in his quest to overthrow his rival. Sometimes, they needed to take unknown risks in order to receive a great upper hand advantage.

"So if I have the right guy for the encrypting job, would you tell me the code to the safe and let me take your fingerprint?" he once again asked, voice heavily full of suspicion, and expecting the answer to be no.

"Yes," he answered simply with one firm nod.

"If it turns out you're lying about the laptop, I hope you know I will make you pay for it worse than if your father found out you tried to betray him," lowly warned Hoseok, his tone full of unspoken promises.

"I'm sure you will, Mr. Tough Guy," huffed Yoongi in a moment that appeared to be genuine amusement, his eyes slowly trailed Hoseok from head-to-toe.

"Now there was one thing I needed before I left. Just look at me and stay still," deflected Hoseok. Totally, completely, definitely not unnerved by the eyes that sized up his body.

Hoseok threw the keys back onto the top shelf and picked the phone up. He held it towards Yoongi's face and activated the lockscreen. Before the red haired male could even react, his phone had registered his face and unlocked the device. Hoseok nodded in approval as he placed the device back onto the top tier of the trolley. That would be going straight to Namjoon the moment he left the room. It would come in handy to learn even more about their newest hostage.

"Are you actually stupid?" asked Yoongi with a short laugh. "You realise my phone can and probably will give your location away? And here I was, thinking maybe there was a small chance that you knew what you were doing. This is just a new level of idiocy I didn't know existed."

"Not to worry your pea sized brain, Min Yoongi," smirked Hoseok while he turned and grabbed the last item from the top tier of the trolley. He squatted and leant forward so that he could place the metal dog bowl full of water down beside the tray of slop. Instead of standing, he reached over and roughly ruffled the red hair. "No one can track the location here. I do know what I'm doing."

"Actually bite me," growled Yoongi before he spat a mouthful of salvia towards Hoseok's feet.

"Careful now," warned Hoseok with a dangerous glare as he stood up. He turned his back on the kneeling man and started to push the trolley back towards the door. "You don't want to test me."

"Tell the man in charge around here to actually go fuck himself, yeah?" loudly said Yoongi as he leant forward. The cuffs and chains rattled as they held him in place.

"That would be me then," darkly chuckled Hoseok. His back stayed to Yoongi as he held a thumbs up to the camera above the door. "Thank you. I will make a note to myself to do that once I finish for the night."

"Honestly fuck you," Yoongi shouted as he sent another mouthful of saliva in Hoseok's retreating direction.

"Sleep well. Sweet dreams," chuckled Hoseok as he opened the door once he had heard it unlock. He pushed the trolley out and turned his glimmering eyes back towards Yoongi. His right hand held the door handle while his left hovered above the light switch that was inside the cell - since each cell also had one on the outside next to the door frame. "I look forward to seeing you next time."

And with that, Hoseok flicked the light to the room off and closed the door on his newest captive. But before the door had fully shut, he heard the primal scream that left the angry man. A bemused chuckle came from Hoseok which only seemed to irritate Yoongi further. Oh how much fun he would have toying and messing with their newest hostage.

The second the door had closed, the scream could no longer be heard from where he stood. Not from Yoongi stopping. No, he was sure the man was still in there screaming angrily. The reason he couldn't hear it anymore was because each and every single holding cell had been soundproofed for that exact reason. That, and also to stop the prisoners from communicating with each other.