"Whatever." Yoongi was about to just step back and be dismissive, but then he paused and moved forward, stopping Namjoon with a hand on his shoulder. He reached up and wiped the cream from Namjoon's upper lip, frowning at him. "You look like the help."

And yet he was his second in command. Awful. Whatever. He licked his thumb and turned around now, because he'd gotten a glimpse inside the room and seen that, however hurt Taehyung might be, he was currently sobbing desperately and he didn't need Namjoon trying to guilt him over it.