Yoongi hadn't finished his coffee yet. Honestly, he was amazed at Jungkook for doing that, how did that not scald his throat? But either way, when he entered he was still holding the coffee, dressed in black, but shorter than everyone else in the room and, no, he didn't look like he was all that scary. Yoongi was used to being underestimated, he made use of it sometimes. But these were street-level punks and he had no desire to mess around with that.

"Tell them who I am," he instructed Jungkook, while eyeing them both. Neither looked overly mouthy right now, but he could see why the blond one was described as the weak link. The other one was also shivering, clearly freezing and afraid, but he was also looking up at him with a certain curiosity. That would make for a good way to get some courage together, he figured, if you were dumb enough.