"I'm not for sale. They're gifts." Jimin mumbled, trying to jerk his head away from Cheon's touch and stay strong. To get afraid would be giving him what he wanted. And he never had done that before. Cheon had tried so many times to buy him like a whore and Jimin had told him no so often, he was afraid that the next time Cheon would have lost his patience. Perhaps that's why he didn't question the coke job too much. After all, he wanted to be away from him but still in his good favour. As this showed, he was very dangerous. "I wanted to love, not have things. I told you that. I -- I didn't want to just fuck."

He cast his eye over at Ten, who was wrecked and clearly a little out of it. Probably shock. "I've seen what you do to those you fucked. I wasn't into it." He didn't like pain.