"Figures." Namjoon huffed and turned his head away, his face falling. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. You're all the same. You just .. you take my kind gesture for Tae and you steal it, use it to manipulate him. Forget it, forget I said anything." Gritted his teeth, Namjoon looked down and tugged on his restrained. "The last guy did the same thing and I just -- I want to give my brother something nice from the vending machine and everyone has to make it about them."

Looking down, he sagged in the chair, tired and defeated. "Fine, whatever, as long as he gets it I guess. It's not just about the candy, it's the machine and -- you can tell when it's from a machine. It has a feel and it's cool to touch. Always cool. I know, I once used a candy bar to keep my swelling down."