A prideful and accomplished smirk grew on Hoseok's face as he discarded the trolley to its original position. He picked up the unlocked phone and walked directly across the rather empty space of the top floor. Although he had already had an eventful day and evening, his night was far from over. He still needed to hand over the unlocked phone to Namjoon, set instructions for his security guards, and contemplate on the very intriguing interaction with Min Yoongi.

The third floor had a very simple layout. Their only way to get onto the floor was via a set of stairs at the back of the building, one to go down to the second floor and one to go up to the rooftop. At the front of the building were large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the courtyard below. And when one was to exit the stairs and face the front of the building, there were eight doors on the left side - the eight holding cells - and three doors on the right.

Between the rooms was an open plan floor that had mismatched couches and square coffee tables scattered throughout. A decorating choice more to fill the space rather than for usefulness. It was rare that anybody lounged on the couches when they had nothing to do, there were better places within the warehouse for relaxation. Most people that used them were those waiting for meetings to occur.

Unlike the rest of the floors, the three doors to the right side were some of the most protected areas within the entire building. Hence why Hoseok had them built on the top floor. Everything had been placed strategically, each floor planned meticulously, to ensure the most proficiency out of the layout.

The closest room to the front of the building was where Hoseok held most of his important meetings when he was on site. Whether it was with his members, his clients, or with foes. Inside, there was a large twenty seater meeting table, whiteboards for planning, and a speakerphone for calls. Of course, the view also overlooked the grounds below and had a rather stunning view of the distant city at night time.

The middle door, which Hoseok headed towards now, was where his security guards were held up. The entire back wall was covered in tv screens which monitored every single security camera on the premise 24/7. They overlooked all the entrances, all the holding cells, and places that needed to stay under heavy guard and had restricted access.

Early into the operations of his gang, Hoseok had established a two person rule in his security guards. The room had to have at least two guards on duty at all times. Someone needed to come in to relieve them if one or both of the guards needed a break. These days, they had a good rotating schedule between twelve of the regular trained guards.

The last door towards the back of the building, closest to the stairs, was a break room. It was mainly used by the security guards. But, during the days Hoseok held big meetings, people would also utilise it. The room had two toilets, three small tables and accompanying chairs, a small tv had been installed on the wall shared with the surveillance room, and the back wall had the area for food and drinks to be prepared.

Everything anyone could ever need for a break could be found on the back wall. There was a tap and sink, a microwave, cupboards both below and above the bench, a coffee machine, a single white fridge with a freezer section at the top, a dishwasher, and spare dishes and cutlery. Hoseok understood that not everybody had the luxuries of bringing in homemade food prepared in tupperwares. So he had thought about those people that needed basic utensils to eat with. The only rule was they were to always clean up after themselves.

As Hoseok crossed the room, his eyes drifted towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. The distant city shone brightly in the dark night. It was a breathtakingly peaceful sight that Hoseok would never grow tired of. It was one of the deciding factors when he had purchased the warehouse. That view, and also how secluded it was from other businesses.

Having it so secluded meant that even if someone happened to escape, the chances of someone coming across the bruised and beaten captive hobbling away were next to zero. Because there were measures that had been put in place around the circumference of the building that would catch unauthorised presences, both entering and exiting. People would be none the wiser to the actual occurrences within the warehouse.

A soft sigh left Hoseok's lips as he opened the middle door and walked into the quiet, dark room. Two guards sat behind the controls desk, their eyes never left the screens even as he entered, since they already knew it was him. Their dark outlines were illuminated by the blue glow from the wall of screens in front of them.

Next to the left of the door, spread out on two couches, were a handful of his most trusted members. Even though Hoseok treated everyone with the same amount of respect and appreciation, these five were in what he would consider to be in his close circle. They were more like his family. And of course they were in there, having listened to everything that had happened between Hoseok and Yoongi. They were equally as curious and excited as him to have acquired the youngest son of Choi.

Within the surveillance room, there were four couches all up. One on either side of the doorframe, pushed into the corners, and facing the wall of screens. While the other two were pushed against the side walls and faced each other. It didn't really matter which side of the room people sat on because all of the couches had a good view of the screens. It was rare for that many people to be cramped up in the room anyway. Big events like this didn't usually happen for them.

Five expectant eyes watched Hoseok's every move as he closed the door behind himself and moved to the left to join them on the couches. He walked towards the end of the couch that faced the opposite wall and sat in the empty spot nearest to the security guards. Relief flooded his body as he sunk into the couch cushions below.

He immediately passed the unlocked phone to Namjoon, who he had sat next to. Namjoon immediately connected the phone into the open laptop that was in his lap and busied himself as he typed away at the keyboard. Hoseok trusted that if there was any useful information to be found from the device, he could find it.

"Play track four for two hours," Hoseok spoke to the guards, as he further sunk into the soft cushions, and watched with interested eyes as the night vision showed a tired looking Yoongi attempting to grab the blanket to his left.

"You bastard," chuckled Jin from the other side of Namjoon as the guards brought up the track Hoseok had requested.

A few seconds passed before the entire room heard the track that would be streamed directly into Yoongi's holding cell. The group chuckled as they heard the irritating song. Hoseok really did have a wonderfully scary mind. The entire operation of the warehouse had all been built to his plans. And in regards to the holding cells, they each had been designed to have individual cameras with built-in night vision, a microphone to pick up even the tiniest whispers, and speakers that allowed communication from only within the surveillance room.

It also meant that if Hoseok was in a vindictive mood, he could stream music into an individual's cell for as long or as little as he wanted. Sometimes he would play a variety of songs and other times he would loop one certain song. If he took the the looping of one song and added some light deprivation into the mix, it could really fuck with a person's head. It was a tried and tested method that could break a hostage over the long haul. That's of course if they were in for a longer stay and he didn't need information quickly. He had other methods to get knowledge if he required it urgently.

The entire room watched and heard Yoongi let out yet another irritated scream as the tune of 'Incy Wincy Spider' filled the previously silent holding cell. Hoseok's eyes sparkled with a dark twinkle as he got great enjoyment from the other boy's suffering. He might as well have some fun while they waited to see how long it took for Yoongi's father to realise he was even missing and if he would indeed pay his ransom or not in the end.

"Well that was interesting," Jin broke the silence as the guards turned the volume of the tune down within the surveillance room so that it wouldn't drive them all insane. Luckily it didn't affect the volume to the cells which were controlled in a different section. And after further isolation with the controls, the guards turned the volume up so they could monitor the incoherent mumbling that had started from Yoongi. "It's always fun watching you work your magic."

"Hyung has always been on a different level when it comes to inductions though. Such a shame he doesn't do them as much these days," Jungkook rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance. In all honesty, he just admired the way Hoseok could control the situation and never let the captives get the best of him.

"But you can't deny the unspoken tension between them," said Jimin as Hoseok whipped his furious eyes towards him.

"Ever wanted to see what sexual tension looked like? Well there was a perfect example right there," teased Taehyung with a smirk.

"It almost had me blushing," added Jungkook.

"Stop it," said Hoseok and threw them all a warning glare.

"So. I wasn't the only one shocked at how forthcoming he was with information. Right?" asked Jin to deflect the conversation and save Hoseok from the teasing from the youngest three. Or more so, to save the youngest three from Hoseok's seething wrath if they continued.

"Yeah, do you think he was telling the truth about the laptop?" asked Jungkook with wide eyes. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were all cuddled up on the couch that faced the screens.

"My gut feeling says that was the truth," nodded Hoseok slowly, his eyes turned away from his fellow members and locked onto the enlarged screen of Yoongi. Somehow, the other male had managed to grab the blanket and had thrown it messily over him; the chains made it next to impossible to readjust the material. "I'm not sure if you could see the look in his eyes. But it felt real. Either that or he is one hell of a bloody actor."

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was all a big lie. Just imagine for a moment being the son of a notorious gang leader. He would have grown up being trained for scenarios like this. Trained to lie, to hide, to manipulate situations with the end goal of protecting his father," said Jimin with a glare towards the screen, his own personal feelings and upbringing seeped into his rationality.

"Maybe. But maybe he is like you," softly said Taehyung as he turned his eyes towards the fired up Jimin. "Maybe he is looking for his way out."

"Yeah but his way out is not with us," he said as he slumped back into the couch and curled up into Taehyung's side.

"Hey now," gently scolded Jin. "What if we had said the same to you, where would you be today? Maybe he really is looking for a way out. And by giving us sensitive information on his father, he is trying to gain our trust and prove he wants to see his father taken down."

"Or maybe it is a trap," said Jimin while he closed his eyes.

Hoseok listened to his friends discuss the situation. While he did appreciate Jimin's firsthand insight into the situation, he just had to go with his gut feeling. Of course, he understood what the younger had gone through, being brought up as a hitman from a young age within his family's bloodthirsty gang. And it wasn't until Hoseok had come along and taken him in that he had saved Jimin from his horrible past.

So of course Hoseok understood that Jimin had the intimate knowledge of being forced to grow up in a ruthless gang. But seeing the look in Yoongi's eyes, he couldn't help but trust him - to some extent - that it wasn't an act. He guessed only time would tell if Yoongi was telling the truth or if it was just one massive lie. Maybe Yoongi was the new key to bringing down his father. Maybe he would be the one to blow the whistle on all the top secret knowledge. Maybe he wasn't the wrong guy after all.

"Jimin, I want you to keep your ears out amongst your colleagues. If you hear any word that Choi is looking for his son, you tell me. Any hits placed on us, you tell me. Anything at all, you tell me," Hoseok instructed his most trusted and loyal hitman, knowing full well that he would be able to hear about any rumour within the hitman community. He was like a fly on the wall. And the best part? His identity was completely hidden. No one knew who the notorious hitman 'Mochi' was.

"Yes sir," mumbled Jimin. He didn't even bother to open his eyes.

"Namjoon-ah, if it turns out that what he is saying is true and his father doesn't notice he is missing until a few days from now, can you be ready to go back to his place with the fingerprint device as well as the other equipment to break through the encryption?" Hoseok asked with a frown, plan after plan started to formulate in his mind.

"Of course. That is child's play," nodded Namjoon half-heartedly, partially distracted by his current task at hand.

"I want eyes on him 24/7. And the only person who goes in or out of that cell is me. Wake me up if he needs anything," demanded Hoseok as he stood up from the couch, his comments directed at both his trusted members as well as the two current on duty security guards. He didn't need to tell them to make that information known to the next people on shift. He believed they had enough common sense and experience to pass it on. "Am I clear?"

"Yes sir," the two guards answered without taking their eyes off the screens.

"Possessive much," chuckled Taehyung.

"Ten bucks he ends up keeping him for himself by the end of this?" asked Jin, he relented and joined in on the teasing.

"I bet twenty!" excitedly proclaimed Jungkook.

"Another word and I'll end all of your careers right now," said Hoseok in irritation as he left the surveillance room, and headed down to the second floor, where all the living quarters for those without a home were.

While he had his own home, he also had a permanent room within the warehouse for urgent situations like these. It was no bigger or smaller than any of the other rooms on that floor. He didn't see why it would be fair to have the biggest room simply because he was the leader of the gang. He would rather have a smaller room so that someone less fortunate could have a space to call their own. It was his thoughtfulness and generosity as a leader that made him popular amongst his people.

As Hoseok descended the stairs and made his way to his room, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the teasing his friends had done. Don't get him wrong, Hoseok loved his friends to death. They were his chosen family and he would trade almost anything in the world to keep them safe by his side for the rest of his days. But they sure knew how to push all of his buttons at all the wrong times. He knew that it was harmless teasing that was meant to get under his skin.

And it worked. Hoseok felt all tense and uneasy whenever he thought of the fiery red haired male he had chained upstairs. He could not shake those emotional, fierce eyes from his mind. It seemed like the other wasn't afraid to test the boundaries and challenge Hoseok at times. Something not many had the balls to do in the past, especially if they know of his reputation.

After he had closed the door to his private bedroom within the warehouse, he promptly flopped onto the neatly kept mattress. As his brown eyes stared up to the blank ceiling, he felt a sense of excitement in regards to what future interactions with Min Yoongi would hold. He honestly hoped that all of his friends choked on their next meals so that he could sit and laugh at the sweet karma served to them. Possessive his arse.