Ten looked at the knuckles for a long time, his heart stopping in his chest. He never liked gangs for this exact reason, he didn't like the violence, the pain, the fighting. He tentatively leaned forward, giving his knuckles a little kitten lick every now and again.

"Tae! Tae?! Oh my God. Is he alive? Oh God. Tae?" Jimin didn't ever care about Cheon, he was straining in his cuffs. Oh God, Tae wasn't moving and there was so much blood. Why wasn't he moving? He swallowed hard and tried not to freak out. "You bastard! You better not have killed him!"