"Eh." Namjoon supplied very helpfully with a shrug. "Get an array of pictures and we can bluff to the finish line. He ain't worth shit." Well, he was worth something but he wanted to scare him. It felt good.

"I'm worth more than you." Ten couldn't help it, he was afraid, upset and he wasn't going to be bossed around by these no name losers. If they killed him and, oh God, he hoped they didn't, then he wasn't going to die not having slammed them just a little bit. "You don't know who you're messing with. You guys are fucked. Totally fucked."

An empty threat but he had to try something. Scare them back. If they were afraid, they'd keep him alive or let him go. It wasn't worth the risk. "They'll know if I'm dead!" Somehow. Right? He didn't want to consider the idea of dying in obscurity.