His pride was a little wounded now, knowing it was a half truth at best but he felt weak. He didn't want to give in. He was not good at a lot of thing but if he told about his father or Cheon, he was as good as death. Tilting his head back, he spat at Yoongi. What else could he do? "Keep your filthy hands off me, you nobody."
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His pride was a little wounded now, knowing it was a half truth at best but he felt weak. He didn't want to give in. He was not good at a lot of thing but if he told about his father or Cheon, he was as good as death. Tilting his head back, he spat at Yoongi. What else could he do? "Keep your filthy hands off me, you nobody."