Namjoon came over and dropped down by the door, back to it, itching his arm where he'd been restrained this morning. A guard slapped Tae for mouthing off and Namjoon intervened. He got beaten with their sticks and sedated, held down. He only woke up an hour ago and he wasn't feeling too fresh. He was looking forward to Friday, there was no denying it.

"Why are you still here? Your sorry ass can't get a better job? You're letting me down, man." Namjoon huffed a sigh and winced, moving his body carefully. "Did you even look at the jobs I gave you?"