"He's not a liar. You were going to get drugs. I know Ten is on them, I've seen the marks. I'm not an idiot. Don't you dare lie to me, Hobi." He tried to hold Ten still but the boy wasn't afraid to kick him in the leg and try to punch him, he was a squirmy little bastard. "He's sick and drugs aren't going to help that. You don't know what those men give you. You don't know who has used the needle before. Do you want HIV? To overdose?" Well, apparently Hobi didn't get any point he made unless he linked it to his boyfriend. "Do you want Ten to die?"

"He's lying. I won't die! I'll die if I don't get anything. Please, Hobi, please. Big strong boyfriend. You have to protect me." Ten whimpered as he pulled a hand free and held it out for Hobi. "Help me."

"You're a smart boy, Hobi. Does this really seem right to you? Does it make sense?" Namjoon knew Hobi had to be better than this. "Do you think that helps anyone?"