In between his other duties, Hoseok had managed to maintain a pretty consistent routine in terms of dealing with Yoongi ever since that first night. He would only visit him in the evening, once every 24 hours. When he went in, he would take the trolley with him and swapped everything around. The chained up, red haired male would attempt to make conversation with him. But Hoseok chose to stay silent each visit. He could tell that his silence irritated the sleep deprived man.

It was all part of their techniques to break their prisoners down. Isolate them, fuck with their heads, switch between long periods of light deprivation and then long period of light stimulation, only talk to them when necessary, long stints of silence followed by the looping of music or sounds. That's only if the prisoners aren't needed for something. If they needed to get information out of them, they would break them down faster. There were other methods for that in their toolbox. And sometimes those methods would require the rooftop.

When Hoseok wasn't required in any type of business meetings or to look over paperwork, there were one of two places he could be found over the last few days. The first place being his designated room on the second floor, where he would be resting or sleeping. Which was a rare occurrence if he was being honest with himself. He would much rather be in the second location.

The second place being the surveillance room on the third floor. His eyes were more often than not focused on the wall of screens. Always observing what his little captive was up to and listening to the tired, incoherent mumblings. If not that, then he was either on his phone or laptop, getting work done in the silence of the room.

Thinking back, Hoseok hadn't even gone home since he had taken Yoongi. It had been almost 72 hours since that night Hoseok had broken into Yoongi's home and kidnapped him. Was he tired from not sleeping properly? Yes, absolutely. Was he going to go back home to his bed? No, not until he either releases Yoongi as part of the ransom or he dumps him somewhere far, far, far away. So for now, he was content using all the facilities in the warehouse and making himself comfortable in the surveillance room.

And that was where Hoseok was, yet again, but he was neither watching the screens or on one of his devices. Instead, his attention was on the five other boys cramped amongst the two couches. Despite there being two other couches on the right side of the room, none of them moved to have more space. They were neither bothered or annoyed by the close proximity to one another.

"I don't want to hear you talking unless you need to. We are not going in for a social visit, am I understood?" Hoseok had reminded the ones that would be going in with him for the umpteenth time. "We go in, Namjoon gets what he needs, and if he resists then Taehyung and Jungkook step up, and we get out of there. We are on a strict timeline. We've got shit to be doing later tonight."

"Are you sure you aren't saying that just to keep him all to yourself?" said Jin with a suppressed smirk.

"Yeah, like why can't they say hi to him," joined Jimin. They only did it to get under their leader's skin. "It's the polite thing to do, Hyung."

"You know that for the past few days I've hardly been talking to him. He would be craving any type of intellectual stimulation and verbal interaction after being met with silence for days. That's why we are keeping the conversations to a minimum," he said with glare on his face.

"But what if-" Jimin had gone to say before he was cut off.

"Do you really want to test me right now, Park Jimin?" warned Hoseok with a pointed look.

"No," the younger answered as he shrunk himself further back into the couch.

"As I thought. This is exactly why you two are staying here," a pissed off Hoseok was a scary Hoseok in their eyes. "Now let's get this over and done with. Namjoon-ah, you have everything ready?"

"Yes Hyung," nodded Namjoon as he patted the briefcase upon his lap.

Without another word, Hoseok stood up from the couch and led the small group over towards the holding cells. As he found himself doing for the fourth time in a row that week, he patted himself down outside the door to B4. Once he was satisfied, and received a nod from the other three with him, Hoseok held his thumb up to give the go ahead to the guards. He gestured for either Jungkook or Taehyung to grab the trolley from beside the door frame while he opened the door.

For once, it appeared he had caught Min Yoongi off guard. He switched the light on from the outside before he held the door open for the others. As the light flooded the previously dark room, Hoseok watched as Yoongi startled from his sleep. The red haired boy winced from the bright, fluorescent light that shone down directly on his face. With a disgruntled groan, he managed to pull himself up into a seated position. His eyes were half open, heavy with sleep, as his hair stuck up in all different directions. A deep pout fixed itself on Yoongi's lips.

It had taken the other boy over 48 hours into being held there to finally discover the trick to lay down to allow himself to get some sleep. For most of the last 24 hours, Hoseok had watched as he had wiggled around on his back to try and get comfortable. But he had heard the occasional snore from him to suggest he had at least fallen asleep a few times compared to barely any rest being stuck in a constant seated position.

Jungkook went in first with the trolley, followed closely behind by Taehyung, then Namjoon with the briefcase in one hand, and rounded up by Hoseok at the end. Hoseok paid his three friends no mind as his eyes were locked on Yoongi's sleepy face. He looked like a tired mess.

Hoseok secured the door shut behind himself before he made himself comfortable with his back and left foot propped against the door. He crossed his arms across his chest. Silently, he lifted his chin towards the youngest two on the left side of the room to indicate for them to start. However, his eyes never wandered from Yoongi even as Jungkook and Taehyung wordlessly swapped over all of the items that Hoseok normally did.

"Ah, I see you brought friends with you today," said Yoongi, the first to break the tense silence, as he watched the movements of the other two. His tone turned sarcastic as he continued to speak. "Since your friend over near the door doesn't want to do the introductions, I'll do it myself. Hi I'm Min Yoongi. You probably already knew that though. What are your names?"

A panic looked crossed Jungkook's eyes as he quickly turned his head towards Hoseok, looking for direction. From beside him, Taehyung broke out into a wide smile. While on the right side of the room, Namjoon couldn't help the small chuckle that left him.

All three quickly subdued themselves as a warning glare was sent their way from their leader. They all could see the tension in Hoseok's jaw as he tightly clenched it. They knew he was holding back the biting comment that wanted to react to what Yoongi had said. They knew he was holding himself back in front of Yoongi.

"When I first brought you here, you said that you wouldn't have an issue handing over the details to get into your safe," Hoseok mentioned in a calm tone that didn't match the serious look within his eyes. "Is that still the case?"

"Yes," nodded Yoongi.

"Are you going to put up a fight?" he asked with a cautious look.

"No," he answered simply.

"Good. Because that is what we are here for. Your fingerprint and the code to your safe," he said, not wasting any of their precious time, and getting straight to the point. "Alright, start talking."

"You still have the keys?" Yoongi asked instead.

"What do you think?" said Hoseok with a glare.

"Just wanted to make sure because if you lost my keys, you won't be getting into the safe," his voice laced with sarcasm while his eyes slowly looked Hoseok up and down. "Go into my office, go to the desk, ignore the laptop that should be on the desk and go to the right side where there are three drawers. You'll find that the top two can slide out but the bottom one needs a key to open it. Hence why the keys are so important."

"Which key is it?" interrupted Hoseok.

"I don't know. It's silver. Metal. Has a hole in the end so that it can be put on a keyring. And it is the only one that fits into the safe lock," sarcastically said Yoongi with a fierce glare. "Do you really want me to sit here and continue to describe every other key known to man? Or would you just like to go there and try the small number of keys I own."

"Enough," he growled with a warning glare. "Continue."

"Find the key and unlock the drawer. The door should swing open and inside you'll find the safe. It's been built into the desk so you can't remove it. But you'll find the goodies inside it," he explained without backing down from his current attitude.

"Which finger?" demanded Hoseok with a cold glare directed towards his captive.

"Right hand pointer," Yoongi answered as his attitude suddenly changed. He swallowed nervously and looked down to his lap.

There was a moment of silence as no one said anything else on the matter. The three off to the different sides of the room observed the interaction between the pair, who seemed to only have eyes for each other. It was almost as if they were the only two in the room. Heated dark eyes met tired dark eyes in an intense exchange.

"Are you at least going to give me a local anaesthesia?" Yoongi asked with a defeated sigh as his shoulders drooped.

"What? Why?" Hoseok asked, completely baffled, thrown off by the question.

"This is the part where you normally pull out a knife and take off my finger. I was just hoping you would be kind enough to make the area numb before going for it," said Yoongi with a grimace.

Something within Hoseok had been ignited. He tried his best to put out the burning fire in the pit of his stomach. It took everything in him not to stroll across the room and shake the red haired male. He was so close to losing his cool in front of his fellow members and unleashing his authority onto Yoongi. First it was the sarcasm and now it was an insult.

After all, it was an insult to Hoseok and the rest of his gang. How dare Yoongi assume they did disgusting violent acts all in a quest to get a mere fingerprint. They were nothing like their rival counterparts and Yoongi needed to see that reality. Violence was always the last result in his gang. They preferred to use their brains first before they brought the brawn into the equation.

"That's so archaic. No one is chopping off any fingers today. Who do you think we are? A group of sick fucks?" angrily growled Hoseok, also not liking the disrespect that was shown in front of the others.

"I mean to be fair, you guys were the ones to kidnap me and chain me up in here with barely enough leeway in the restraints to lean forwards and eat off the floor like a fucking dog. So forgive me if I thought you were capable of chopping off a finger," sarcastically sneered Yoongi with a roll of his eyes.

"Let me take a wild guess," said Hoseok with a glare at the red haired male as he pushed off the door and began to walk towards him slowly. "You're projecting the methods of your crazed father onto others. What you've seen, is what you think all the other gangs do right?"

In a comical show, Yoongi opened and closed his mouth several times as his sleep deprived brain tried to form a coherent response. But nothing came out. That was all Hoseok needed as an answer. He angrily scoffed as his eyes narrowed dangerously. If they all looked close enough, they could see the change in Yoongi from just that look alone. The red haired male shivered slightly as goosebumps rose on his arms.

"Right," he continued as Yoongi still hadn't uttered a word. He came to a stop in front of Yoongi which forced him to tilt his head back to stare up at Hoseok. "Well I'll tell you what. We are not like your father. We are not a bunch of ruthless, cold-blooded killers. We are not heartless. So you better watch your fucking mouth next time before I decide you really are not worth the trouble. Am I clear?"

"Yes," he whispered as he nodded his head once.

"Koya, would you do the honours?" said Hoseok as he turned on his heels and headed back to his previous position against the door.

"My pleasure," nodded Namjoon as he knelt in place, set the briefcase on the ground, and opened it up.

The room was filled with silence as Namjoon carefully removed and rearranged the items within his briefcase. Hoseok's attention was elsewhere, of course. His dark eyes were fixed to Yoongi's small frame. Internally, he seethed with a wild rage from the disrespect. He demanded respect. Not only for himself, but for his gang, for his family. He wouldn't allow some mouthy hostage to walk all over them like that. No, he would stamp that behaviour out now so it never happened in the future.

"So can I ask, if you're not going to take my finger... How do you plan on getting into the safe?" quietly asked Yoongi, his eyes carefully watching Namjoon's every movement.

No one answered the question as almost everyone watched Namjoon take a few items out of the briefcase. Hoseok flicked his fiery eyes between his right-hand man and his captive. How much was he willing to share with Yoongi? Could he trust him? What if his father paid the ransom and then they dumped Yoongi somewhere only for him to go back to Choi with very useful information. Namjoon must have sensed the internal battle within Hoseok as he paused and turned to him.

"I would say go ahead. But it is your call," calmly suggested Namjoon, reading Hoseok's mind, as he put on a pair of latex gloves.

"I hate you," said Hoseok in annoyance, he hated when the younger could tell what he was thinking. But it was the exact reason Namjoon was his right-hand man.

"You love me," mumbled Namjoon as he stood with a glass square in his hand.

"Koya here will get you to touch something so he can then use a fingerprint powder," explained Hoseok with a glare towards Yoongi, ignoring Namjoon's comment. "He'll use tape to grab the fingerprint left behind. Then he'll store it digitally, print a copy of it onto transparent foil, sweep some wood glue over it to make a mold, peel the dried glue off, and wham bam thank you ma'am there's the copy of your fingerprint."

"Is it really that easy?" tiredly asked Yoongi with a look of surprise as he stared up at 'Koya' who had approached him.

"Sometimes. It's not guaranteed to work every single time," Hoseok said while he shrugged. "But it does have a high success rate."

"You realise that if it doesn't work when you first try it, you have to stop. Three wrong attempts and it'll lock itself like I mentioned the other day," he frowned with concern, his eyes following as 'Koya' crouched down beside him.

"Of course, we aren't idiots," he scoffed. "If it doesn't work, we'll just take you to unlock it for us."

"You'd risk something like that just to see what's on the stupid laptop?" frowned Yoongi as he stared at Hoseok, now ignoring what 'Koya' was doing to his finger.

"Big risks, big rewards," shrugged Hoseok.

"All done," interrupted Namjoon as he stepped away and carefully discarded the glass square into the briefcase.

"Code time," said Hoseok with an intense, expectant look directed at Yoongi.

"090393," said Yoongi without hesitation.

"Really? Your birthday? Why would you have that as the code to something that needs protection? How stupid do you think people are?" scoffed Hoseok in disbelief.

"First of all I'm flattered you know my birthday," Yoongi said with his cheeky, gummy smile which caused the other three to stifle their laughs much to Hoseok's annoyance. "Secondly, it's honestly a funny story. This is going to sound so made up that you might not believe it. So the company who designs the safes, yeah well they send out a randomly generated code. And that's just what my code happened to be. Like imagine the luck. At least it's easy for me to remember."

"Right," glared Hoseok, ignoring the way his heart skipped several beats at the gummy smile. He was angry at the other man. Of course he would ignore his body's reaction. "Well if we are back before tomorrow night, it means either the fingerprint didn't work or the code was wrong. Let's hope for your sake that it's the fingerprint."

Without it being spelt out, the other three in the room started to head out. They knew the usual verbal cues from being around Hoseok for so long. The leader didn't have to explicitly say for them to move, they knew it was implied by that last line. Jungkook grabbed the trolley, while Namjoon securely closed and carefully carried the briefcase. Hoseok pushed himself off the door, gave the thumbs up to the camera, held the door open and watched as the others exited the room.

"Wait," Yoongi weakly called out.

"What?" asked Hoseok in annoyance without turning around.

"How long have I been here for?" he asked quietly, but loud enough to be heard. "Does anyone know that I'm missing yet?"

"You've been here for three days and no, not yet," he answered simply as he stared out the open door.

"So we will find out tomorrow if my bet was right or not?" his mood seemed to perk up a little at that.

"I suppose," replied Hoseok as he turned his head and watched the dark smirk that grew on Yoongi's face.

"I'll see you next time then," Yoongi said cheekily with a dark smirk before he laid down in his previous position.

Hoseok didn't respond as he walked out the door and shut it behind him, leaving the light on as it was that turn of the cycle. He spotted the other three across the room as they walked into the meeting room instead of the surveillance room. He wasn't surprised. Namjoon had work to do on the fingerprint mold while the rest of them started to finesse the plans in preparations for later that day.

As he followed slowly behind them, his eyes turned towards the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the building. He watched as dark, grey clouds brewed on the horizon. He wondered if the storm would pass by the time they intended on hitting Yoongi's house. It would only add another complex layer to their already intricate plan of action. But he knew there was nothing to worry about when it came to his team, they could do it in any weather condition; rain, hail or shine. After all, he had full belief and confidence in their abilities.