"If you don't want me to, then maybe I won't." Cheon pulled away from Tae, but he did pistol-whip him right across the face, looking at him just long enough to be satisfied when he saw that his lip was bleeding. Then, gun still in had, he walked over to Jimin, looking down at him stretched out on the bed and, as always, seeing no reason to hide that he liked what he saw.

"Jimin, didn't you tell me that you're not for sale?" He crouched down by the bed, ignoring how Tae told him not to touch him, clearly struggling again. Cheon's attention was entirely on Jimin, gently touching one of his earrings. "I guess I just didn't offer enough money, huh?"