[SMS: Blythe] 5,000 males. Five loaves of bread, two fish. Matthew 14, John 6, or Mark 6. You could look up or even just google the passage, unless you are incompetent in doing so. 

[SMS: Youth dude]         (UNSENT MESSAGE!) I’m not incompetent you judgmental asshole!

Blythe stares at the screen of his phone with the tip of his thumb hovering over the send button as reconsiders if he should go ahead and send the message. After a minute or so he bites his lip and then erases the message. The last thing he needed right now was to get struck by lightning for calling a youth leader an ass, or worse — face his older sister if Jongin were to mention it to her. “He’s lucky he’s a youth leader, because that is his only saving grace.” he chuckles at his own little pun before typing out another set of texts.