“Oh. That sounds so good. I like marsh mellows. Chocolate. Ice cream.” All the things he hadn’t had for a long time. He remembered having them once. “I had this one guy, he was so nice, he always said that he’d get me chocolate if I was a good boy and behaved.” Which they both knew what that meant. He grinned, proud of himself. “I always did. I lived off M&Ms… until the cops came.” Being hard and ready had always been rewarded with older boys.

But, apparently, not with Jin. “Do you think they’ll kill us?” Seemed worth an ask. He wasn’t overly sure, Namjoon said no but Jin seemed pretty sure. “I—I don’t wanna die.”