"Noodle soup?" Huh. He pulled out his phone again, made another note and then put it away, leaning back with a look in his eyes. There was a switch, he didn't look happy with how Yoongi spoke. "I could do without him. Why? You hoping he'll stab me in the back? You fuckers are all the same." He knew what they all wanted. Everyone outside his loyal circle.

He tensed up and glared, his anger clear. "Minjun works for me."