The first 24 hours had not gone the way Hoseok had expected after kidnapping the youngest son of Korea's most prolific gang leader. It had been the exact opposite to what he had planned for. Everything was quiet, essentially no action whatsoever. All of his carefully thought out plans he had created over the last few months had been put on hold since nothing had turned out how he had expected.

What he had expected was for the underworld to go into a frenzy at the news the youngest son of notorious Choi had gone missing. He had expected Jimin to bring him the news that money was being offered in exchange for any information on Yoongi's whereabouts and that hits had been placed on the ones responsible. He had expected to play out his plan to swiftly collect the ransom and safely discard the son in a safe location, all without getting caught.

But no, none of that had happened. Not a single person had noticed that Min Yoongi was missing - exactly what the red haired male had told him would happen. But how long would that be the case for? Well that remained to be seen. Perhaps Yoongi would be spot on with the amount of days it would take. Supposedly in three more days the chaos would begin.

Because there they were, just over an entire day later, and not a single thing had been mentioned by any of their rival gangs. No whispers of anything out of place. No talks of anything malicious occurring. No chat about a major upset in the underworld community. And yes, Jimin would know since he had eyes and ears everywhere. But for now, it was all quiet on that front.

The surveillance room was just as quiet as it usually was. Hoseok sat on the couch directly to the left of the door. For hours, his eyes stayed laser focused on one particular screen, utterly captivated by his little prisoner. He had barely moved from the spot ever since his new hostage had been set up. He had only slept a few hours the previous night. And he only moved to get himself food, water, and for bathroom breaks. But otherwise he had barely taken his eyes off Yoongi, still all tied up.

Every so often, he would order the guards that were on duty to play track four again. It would always bring a smile to his face to hear the shout of agony that came from his captive. Hoseok could tell how the looped track drove Yoongi beyond insane. Perhaps that's what egged him on to continue to loop the track as often as he could. His vindictive side had come out to play.

Throughout the day, he had watched as the boy silently shifted positions almost every hour on the dot. Hoseok wondered when the other boy would figure out he could lie down. The restraints would just allow enough room to do so. He had yet to see him pick any position apart from sitting and kneeling. As for the present moment, Yoongi sat crossed legged with his head drooped low. His breathing appeared slow and consistent.

Even the soft knock on the surveillance room door couldn't get Hoseok to tear his gaze from the screen. He barely acknowledged the person who stepped inside, nor when they sat to the right side of him. He heard them breathe out a small huff of relief as they settled beside him. After a minute of complete silence, he felt a small tap on his thigh. He finally forced his attention away from the screen and onto his right-hand man.

"You said to let you know when it's been a full 24 hours," Namjoon said, his own eyes now stuck to the wall of screens ahead of them. "Are you going in?"

"Give or take a few more minutes," said Hoseok as he shrugged nonchalantly and returned his gaze to the screens.

"Don't you think the poor thing has been in there all alone in the complete dark long enough?" he asked with a soft sigh.

"What's made you all soft? Huh?" he asked in return as he quickly turned to look his right-hand man up and down. "Never seen you care much for the people we take."

"Yeah but they were justified," sighed Namjoon as he turned his tired eyes towards Hoseok.

"And he isn't?" Hoseok huffed in displeasure. "He's the key to taking down Choi. Or have you simply forgotten everything we have been working towards the last few years?"

"You haven't seen what I have, Hoseok-ah. He may be the key, but he does not deserve to be treated like the other fuckers we take. You should go easier on him until we've had a talk," he softly reprimanded.

"I'll think about it," huffed Hoseok as he threw his head back against the couch as he took a moment to digest things.

"Come on, go get it over with. I'm sure he's starving," Namjoon said before he gently pushed Hoseok's arm.

With a groan, Hoseok stood up from the couch and stretched his aching muscles. Too long had he been sat in the same position. After he took a moment to shake off the stiffness, he decided there was no better time than the present. Might as well pay his special guest a long overdue visit. Finally he tore his gaze from the screen as he turned towards the door.

As he walked across the room towards the holding cells, he noticed that the items he had requested prior were set by the door on the trolley. He silently nodded in approval, not sure who had placed them there, but it pleased him that his people weren't slacking off. He came to a stop in front of holding cell B4, conducted his usual pat down, before he held the thumbs up to the camera.

Just like the previous day, he took the trolley in with him. Having the trolleys made the process of swapping items more efficient for the people that were usually in charge of taking care of prisoners. Since he had decided that he would be the only one to deal with Yoongi, he needed to swap all the items himself.

He pulled the metal handle of the trolley towards him just as the light above the door handle flashed green. He took one last deep breath before he entered the room. Not to calm himself, he told himself, but more to ground himself in the present moment. Namjoon's words before he left played over in his mind, distracting him from the task at hand.

The dark room finally received some much needed light for the first time in a day. As Hoseok pushed it open, the light that streamed in through the threshold illuminated the mostly empty room. Rays of fluorescent lights behind Hoseok flooded in to reveal the man chained in the middle of the room.

Hoseok's breath got caught in his throat as he watched Yoongi lift his head and squinted against the harsh light that casted down on him. He forced his body to move inside the room, pulled the trolley in with him, as he tried not to show how caught off guard he was at the sight before him. Hoseok allowed the door to shut behind him to once again trap him in with the prisoner. He blindly felt around near the door frame until he found the light switch.

Fluorescent light flooded the space, casting light upon everything, the room no longer a pitch black hole. Hoseok's eyes fell back onto Yoongi as he forced his body to move closer. As he approached, he could see the big bags under the other's tired eyes and the big pout on his lips. He refused to acknowledge the way his heart clenched at the sight.

"Incy Wincy Fucking Spider? Really?" were the first words Yoongi said in what must have been hours, his voice both hoarse from both the lack of use and the shouting.

While Hoseok's face remained impassive, inside he felt a rush of elation at the comment. That was really all the motivation he needed to continue with the looped track. Only because he could see how much it annoyed the other male. He didn't reply to the comment as he grabbed the tray of slop from the top tier of the trolley and squatted down in front of him. He picked up the old, partially eaten tray before he loudly dropped the new tray in the exact same spot.

"Is it too late to request the chef's special?" asked Yoongi as his tired eyes looked down in displeasure at the tray. It took everything in Hoseok not to laugh at the comment. "Slop it is then. That's fine. Thanks for the food I guess."

Hoseok didn't acknowledge the other male as he stood up and dumped the old tray back onto the top shelf. The sound of metal hitting metal rang loudly in the otherwise quiet room. He leant down and grabbed the next item off the middle tier. It was another dog bowl full of fresh water.He replaced the old bowl next to the tray, on Yoongi's right side.

"You know," Yoongi continued as Hoseok worked in silence, "for a moment there I thought that I was going to be left to my own devices for the full time that I'm here."

While it was a very tempting idea, Hoseok couldn't let the guy starve to death, get dehydrated, or stay in a pool of his own mess without a bucket. He was cruel and vindictive. But being inhumane was something he wasn't. Unless, of course, they were holding someone who absolutely didn't deserve basic human rights. They've only had one or two of those types of people in the past. No, Yoongi deserved something to drink, eat, and have something to use as a makeshift bathroom.

"Not very talkative today? Huh?" he asked as Hoseok still hadn't said a word.

Hoseok's face remained blank, not giving away his amusement, as he grabbed the last item from the bottom tier. He grabbed the clean, empty bucket and walked to the right where the old bucket was. He swapped them around, not disgusted by the waste in the bucket, considering he used to do this job often when he had first started the gang. Unlike other leaders, he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Even if that meant dealing with human waste.

After he placed the partially full bucket onto the trolley, his eyes swept over the room quickly to ensure everything was in place. It was protocol to do daily checks on the holding cells to ensure nothing had been tampered with. It helped to stop any person that was a rat from helping prisoners escape. That, along with the cameras, meant that it was next to impossible to aid in helping anyone successfully escape from the holding cells.

Once he deemed the entire room was in excellent condition and nothing was out of place, he decided he could leave Yoongi to dwell in the loneliness once more. He had done everything required for the visit anyway: give fresh water, new food, swap the old bucket, and checked the cell. He had no intention for it being either a social visit or an interrogation. He grabbed the handle to the trolley and began to push it towards the door.

"Can I ask one thing before you go?" Yoongi called out which stopped Hoseok in his tracks. The only way his request was acknowledged was by the way Hoseok turned his head to the left and looked at the wall to the side. "The blanket. Can you... Could you please wrap it around me a bit better? With the chains holding me in place, it's a bit hard, you know? Sometimes it gets really cold in here."

Hoseok rolled his eyes at the rambling as he turned his gaze down towards the trolley. He made sure the trolley was pushed just to the right of the doorframe. In the case he needed to make a quick escape, it would do no good to have an obstacle in the way of the door. Another one of their rules, no blocking any exits at any time.

He turned sharply on his heel and headed back towards the other male that was sitting cross legged in the middle of the room. He stopped directly in front of him and stared down at him with a cautious squint. He watched the way Yoongi slowly tilted his head back and lifted his tired eyes until they were both silently gazing at one another.

"Try anything funny and I'll make the rest of your time here hell," warned Hoseok in a low, raspy tone.

"Can anything be worse than Incy Wincy Spider on loop for what feels like days at a time?" tiredly chuckled Yoongi, but then calmed himself when he realised Hoseok wouldn't move until he got a verbal response. "No funny business. I promise."

That was all Hoseok needed for him to move. Still staying vigilant, he made sure that his right leg was positioned further away from Yoongi. Despite having a verbal promise from the restrained male, he'd rather not take the chance and find himself the fool at the end of his own knife. He reached down and pulled the askew blanket off of the red haired boy.

Still without saying a word, Hoseok shook the material a few times to straighten it out. His eyes never wavered from Yoongi's brown ones as he moved. Slowly, cautiously, purposefully, he leant back down and gently wrapped the blanket back around Yoongi's shoulders. He pulled on the edges to attempt to cover as much of the smaller framed boy as possible. A difficult task considering the arms that were pulled out to the side.

"Thank you," sincerely whispered Yoongi, faces inches from Hoseok's, their eyes bore into one another.

Wordlessly, Hoseok nodded his head before he stood up straight. His eyes lingered on Yoongi who now looked even smaller swamped underneath the blanket that was properly wrapped around him. Eventually, he forced both his eyes and body to move. He walked back towards the door and held the thumbs up to the camera above the door. After the door was unlocked, he pushed the trolley out and pulled the door shut behind him.

Unlike last time, he left the light on. He wouldn't leave Yoongi in the dark. But rather he would leave him with the light on for the next 24 hours. It was yet another way to fuck with the captives. They alternated between constant light exposure and light deprivation. Being exposed to light for a day, or even days at a time, really stimulated their brains and made achieving rest next to impossible. Sleep deprivation was a common symptom among their prisoners.

Hoseok placed the trolley back beside the door, in its original position, before he made the short journey across the room. He entered the dark surveillance room once again and returned to his previous spot on the couch. He was not surprised to see that Namjoon was still in there. Obviously the other needed to talk with him as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would be off somewhere else doing some type of work that was required of him.

"You wanted to talk?" Hoseok prompted as his body relaxed into the soft cushions and his gaze fixed itself back on the screen that streamed to Yoongi's holding cell.

"I've almost finished going through all of his phone," Namjoon said with a soft sigh. "Would you like to discuss it here or in your office?"

"How sensitive is it?" he asked, not that he didn't trust his guards. But he'd rather be safer than sorry if it was something truly sensitive that shouldn't be spread among the gang.

"Not majorly sensitive. We can talk about it here. It's just a bit of an insight into him as a person," he said in a relaxed tone, which showed that he wasn't that concerned.

"Here's fine then," he said with a single nod of approval.

"I found some notes on his phone. These notes described his feelings. He described resentment he harbours towards his father and brother. The feelings of being a failure in his father's eyes. How he wished he could have found a way to live his life far away from his father at a younger age. Hoseok Hyung, if anyone hates Choi and wishes for his downfall as much as you, it's Min Yoongi," he quietly, yet powerfully, explained.

"What are you trying to get at, Namjoon-ah?" sighed Hoseok as he pinched the bridge of his nose while he processed everything. He did not need a headache to form at that moment.

"Hyung, maybe you should try and gain his trust. You could potentially learn a lot more if you didn't treat him like all the other people you hold captive," he said gently, trying to persuade him without making it a point of contention. "Who knows? Maybe he would be willing to give us information we could use to bring his father down."

"Namjoon, you should know that information never comes for free in our world," he huffed with a small shake of his head.

"Yeah well if that's the case, find out what the cost is. You never know, it might be worth paying the price to have useful knowledge and an insight into Choi," suggested Namjoon as he stood up and looked down at Hoseok who refused to take his eyes off the screen. "It might be worth it."

As Namjoon left Hoseok to think about it all, the leader couldn't help but feel torn on the situation. On one hand, he didn't want to jeopardise the safety of his fellow gang members. He would do anything within his powers and abilities to keep them all safe from any harm. That meant protecting them from the possibility that this was all just an act from Yoongi and he was to be a mole if he ever got compromised. Perhaps he had been tasked to infiltrate any gang that takes him so that his father could strike them down as revenge.

But on the other hand, what Namjoon had suggested after what he had seen on Yoongi's phone made sense to his logical mind. Maybe the other boy truly did hate his father. If it wasn't an act, a ploy, a blindside, why not utilise the chance while they had a willing Min Yoongi in their grasp? How often would the perfect opportunity fall into their lap? The perfect opportunity being to get a raw insight into their biggest foe.

Could they use Choi's own son against him? It all came down to Yoongi and how much Hoseok could trust him. He didn't want to make the wrong decision purely to get the upper hand on his rival, only to be backstabbed. Because he wasn't a fool to know that it could all be an elaborate setup. But he also didn't want to discard Yoongi away simply because of who his blood relative is.

After all, he had seen the result of how bad treatment can easily turn a child against their parents. Many of the members within his gang had experienced it or even been saved from it. But he also knew that there are some children out there that will remain blindly loyal to their parents no matter how they've been treated in the past.

The new information left Hoseok divided and it gave him a lot to think about.