"I guess you can't trust me." He couldn't make anyone trust him, he knew that. Trust didn't just happen, it wasn't something that was easy to get back too. He closed his eyes and tried not to freak out, just wanting to order his thoughts and make sense of them. "Cheon said that Hobi would kill me if he knew and ... I guess I thought he would? We weren't together and I didn't think he liked me that much. And you guys were looking for Cheon and I used to fuck him, Jimin knew and I figured he'd tell if anything weird happened. Cheon said he'd make Hobi want to kill me."

Besides, it wasn't just that. He looked down at his shoes, wishing they were nice but now wasn't the time to worry about that. "I told-- I tried to pull away but he ... I mean seven hours hanging from a wall, things start to lose all logic, you know?" No, he probably didn't. Not many people did. "It's not that easy to get Cheon off your back." He smiled a little, knowing it was stupid to. "Pun intended."