Tae took a candy bar from Jimin, since it saved him accepting it directly from Namjoon, then he took a deep breath, staring at the ground. "Ko Cheon. He's the one who approached us first. Hit on Jimin. He's a pig, he smells like one too. He has a square face and he always scowls." It wasn't the world's greatest description, but whatever. "One of his friends was called Sung-ho. I don't know his last name. They just called the other one Fatty." For obvious reason, he felt.

He looked at Jimin for a moment, then ventured onward. "I tried following them once. They met someone and he had black hair, the one that's cut like someone put a bowl on their head? He looked old." Which wasn't saying much, coming from someone this young. "Like, thirty or so. Very thin."