"...four thirty."

Somehow the ellipses in front of his words could be heard even though it was the only thing he said, which was oddly impressive. Hobi raised his eyebrows and then grinned, reaching up to start untying one of Namjoon's wrists.

"What, is he your calendar too? I like it, bodyguard and personal assistant. You got such a sweet deal here, Namjoon, why are you complaining?"