"I got these, Yoongi-hyung!" Jimin came in and held out his pack of mochi, giving them to Yoongi and not to Ten. He didn't like Ten, he was such a brat. "You can have one of them but the rest are mine."

Ten eyed them up excitedly. He knew that no one in this room liked him, he could feel the glares and the hate, he could hear Jungkook whispering about him and no, he didn't think he had a future here. Not even a little. First chance he got, he was running. But first, he wanted dessert.

"Yoongi can deal but he doesn't have to deal alone. One wrong move and I'll shoot him." He wasn't dicking around. If that little brat gave him a reason, he was ending it. "I need some fresh air. Wanna come?"