"It's nothing. Never mind. Fuck it. I want Jin and I want Min Yoongi secured and not touched. I don't have to fucking explain myself, do I?" He was a little angsty, he knew it, a little uneasy and jittery. He blamed the plan for it, he doubted it was anything else. He didn't like Yoongi, not really. He just liked his taste in music.

Tomorrow he'd get the paper, circle some jobs. Then it wouldn't even have to come up. Maybe he could find him something out of Seoul.

He wanted him far away. Nowhere near him. He didn't do friends. "He's just a janitor. I don't want him dead. That's all."