Ten looked around the room and then swiftly got to his feet, anxious and pretty ashamed cause this fucking sucked. He never used to even get spoken to badly when his father was running this part of Seoul. He fucking hated all of this. "I'm coming, sorry."

Looking back at Minjun, he wanted to say something or acknowledge what he did but he just couldn't. He looked at him for a few moments before hurrying along after Cheon.

"I'll be good, Cheon. I really, really will this time." Well. Probably not. He couldn't help it.