"I just ... whenever me and Tae were kids and he had a bad day, I'd go down town, across the street to the laundromat and I'd get something from the vending machine for him. He loved snickers, you know? And there's a vending machine in this hallway, right fucking there, and I can't go near it cause I'm a patient. And every day, they drag Tae passed it and he looks at it. He wants a treat and--" Namjoon's voice cracked a little and he hissed, looking off elsewhere to avoid looking at Jin, flushing in embarrassment. "I just want to get my damn brother some candy. He asks every time I see him and I fail every time. I got the lousy fifty cents but they won't even let me get close. I tried last time and they beat the shit out of me."

His breath noticeably shuddered as he exhaled, his hurt clear. "People don't know what it's like. To love someone like I love Tae. I'd do anything for him."