Cheon barely even listened to Jimin, too busy beating on Tae, basically just punching and kicking him until he stopped moving, still on the ground. He crouched down, checking his pulse. Still alive. Well, that was something, he supposed. He might come in useful later.

He turned around, looking at Jimin and Ten again, his knuckles bloody. He held his hand out in front of Ten, waiting for him to lick it clean, whether it was his own or Tae's blood. Probably a mix. "I think it's time we get serious, Jimin, don't you? I was going to take it easy on you, but apparently you don't want to play around."