"We're not killing you. I had to bargain with Yoongi pretty fucking hard and this is a big risk for me but -- ah, fuck, whatever. I want to offer you protection." He looked at Tae and slowly moved closer, leaning forward to look him over. "Right now, they think you and Jimin are already dead. Stay with us and we'll protect you so they don't find out until we tackle the problem."

Shrugging his shoulders, he reached out to wipe some blood from Tae's forehead before it went into his eyes.

"The one issue is that I really need those names, yeah? Because one of them could be in our gang, spying on us. If they are, they'll know you're alive. And then we're all fucked." And that was the catch. The tricky part. "Please, just tell me. Cause I don't want you to suffer like this for helping out a friend. I'd have done the exact same thing."