"It didn't use to be that bad. If I can get control, I can clean things up." At least he planned on it, because he didn't feel like being a pimp. That wasn't ever what he'd have wanted. That was why his father stepped back from the business so early on. Minjun kept his arm around Ten, eating with him and gently tapping his foot against Gyungho's, so he would feel his affection too.

And then they finally got to the hotel and Minjun turned to look at Ten. "I want to talk to Gyungho alone for a bit, you think you'll be fine going ahead up to the hotel? We'll just smoke a cigarette or so. Then I'll fill you in."