"No." Well. A little bit. His arm hurt, his hand was cut and he was a little bashed up but mostly, he was freaked out. It was hard to fight off the shock more than anyting. "I dropped my glasses somewhere." They came off when Haejin was yanking him almost halfway through the busted car window. He bit his lower lip and looked at his old friend. He knew him at school. They had fucked a few times, just casually, nothing romantic. Why would he hurt on him?

"He was my friend..."

He knew he kept saying it but he was so confused. He looked up at Yoongi, frowning. "What happens now? Do you kill him or torture him? He's a traitor, right? So... torture. For information." Torturing his former friend. He didn't like it.