"You're not?" He thought he was going to be shot at. Ten tried to breath as he looked over the bar and -- oh no, Tae was trying to get down. Rushing forward, he pulled Tae back up gently and tried to make sure he stayed sitting down. If he got hurt because of him, someone would hear back and that'd be trouble. "I just ... you had a gun, I'm sorry. Everyone in this place has a gun."

Gangsters, he never liked them. He still didn't like them. "Don't hurt yourself, please. Stay sitting, hyung."