The hug was tender and loving, almost paternal. Almost like a real brother. Not sexual, not like a lover, not playful and teasing. Jin actually cared, he actually wanted to take care of him. Ten slumped against him and melted into the touch, softening up so easily into his hold. "You're my hyung?" Well. That was nice. He was soft, sad and almost close to helping Jin.

Clearly Namjoon timed his arrival well. Holding a gun in one hand and a walkie-talkie in another, he pressed the button as he eyed up Ten and Jin. And Ten, naturally, jumped away with a guilty look. Raising the walkie talkie to his lips, he spoke into it. "Found them. Secured."