"Wait, what? Woah. That's huge. Are you sure?" Namjoon turned his head, looking at Ten with a baffled expression. "No one knows he's sick. I mean, no one has seen him for a while but how do you know?"

"I'm fucking his son." Did he really have to point that out? "He can't really go out. It's brain cancer, I think. He forgets stuff and fucks up a lot. Everyone is backing Cheon to come in, even before he's dead." Well, he was in this situation, everyone knew now. Was there any going back? He may as well share. "I know more but I'm not telling." It was his secret until he knew he'd get to stay alive and well fed.

"No." He wrapped one arm around Tae and pulled him in close. Tae was always so good to him, so sweet and kind. "That kid is a monster. I wish he'd just die." Cruel, perhaps, but he didn't care what Yoongi said. That kid was bad news. He was a product of his dad.