"... Wait, no. You can't be serious!" Jimin's eyes were wide as he turned his head and Ten moved, his body language entirely defeated. He wasn't shocked, he was bruised all over and whatever Cheon had done, he'd been rough. God. Why had he set them up? Why didn't he just talk to Hobi? "Ten, don't do it! You don't have to do what he says. He's one man. We don't have to cave to him."

Ten frowned and then looked at Cheon, that glare he was sending him was motivating enough and he knew how much he needed him. Not playing along could end badly.

"Do I have?" Ten asked, eyeing up Jim nervously. "I-- I don't have my hands." Hopefully that was an excuse enough. "And I-- Cheon, please, come on." He didn't want to be a part of this.