"I'm sorry. I thought it was getting better." Jungkook still bowed before he looked at Hobi pleadingly. "Can you take over on some of the duties just for the morning, please? I can help as much as I can. I just don't think I can walk back to the club right now." He was going to get a ride back to his place and take some painkillers, cry a little for sucking so much. "Thank you for being considerate."

"He's not scary. Ignore Tae. He's a puppy." Jimin informed him. Yes, he was telling this random guy that the mob boss was a puppy, he really wasn't great at PR. Heading over to Yoongi, he set down a bright green drink with lots of umbrellas and a funny, twisty straw. "For you, Yoongi!"

Ten just scratched his head. "I don't believe for a second that he's a puppy. I watched him gun down half of Cheon's club. Him and his men. He's got such a cold stare."