"They wouldn't kill him," Tae muttered, lowering his head because he knew that Min Yoongi had been right about how he would be awful at poker. He wanted to scream something for Jimin to hear, but he didn't have anything to tell him, nothing that could really make up for all of this mess. "He's innocent. He didn't do nothing, he just likes to be with me."

And he didn't really like the thought of Jimin being by himself, so there best bet might just be death.