It felt like the club was a pumping machine, bodies moving back and forth in complex patterns that was constantly shoving me this way and that.

I would have hated it, but it would occasionally shove me into Namjoon, who would then put his hands on me to help steady me, so I couldn't really complain. Anything that resulted in me pressed against Namjoon, anything that made him put his hands on me was welcome in my eyes.

The music pounding through my body, sending trembles through my bones and pumping up my blood. The swelling mass of people was growing larger by the minute, as everyone was trying to crowd in for the final rap battle of the Underground's monthly tournament.

Star had told me that Namjoon, Suga or J-Hope had won every month for the past year, with the exception of the ones they didn't compete in.

J-Hope and Suga switched off every month, and Namjoon performed every time. After they won, they would take a month off to, as they put it, 'let the suckers build their confidence back up' before they would come back and destroy them again.

They had gathered quite the following, and the club was always maxed out whenever they competed in the championship battles.

It looked like they had some extreme fans too, as I guessed from the crowd of people currently staring at us. Drool may as well have been pouring out of their mouths with how obsessed they looked.

Seeing how a particular patch of them were eyeing Namjoon, I stepped closer to him, taking his hand and covering it with mine.

I didn't like seeing them looking at him like that. He wasn't mine, but he was more mine than theirs, and I was going to make sure that it stayed that way. A few of them looked like they wanted to kill me, but I was pretty used to it by now. People either wanted to fuck you or kill you here, I'd come to realize. Or both.

Now I was feeling possessive, and I wanted to be disappointed in myself but I was too annoyed to care. I know he's hot shit, but that doesn't mean they could stare at him like that, like they were going to rip off his clothes and force him into some sort of obsessed ritualistic sex game that they had made a table for, that they had thought out while sitting in front of a Namjoon shrine with some dirty tissue that they were convinced belonged to him even though it was probably some random person's germs- I didn't want to think about.

Leaning up, I silently thanked Star for telling me to wear the tall heels so that I was closer to Namjoon's height before laying a hand on his shoulder, grabbing his chin with my fingers and turning his head towards me.

I smirked, leaning in and watching his eyebrows raise up in confident eagerness.

I tilted my head away from his to whisper in his ear.

"How about a good luck kiss?"

"I don't need luck," he smirked arrogantly, licking the corner of his lip.

I raised my eyebrows at him before shrugging and stepping backwards, pulling my lips in my teeth before letting them slowly go.

"But it wouldn't hurt." He reached a hand out to hold my wrist and pull me back.

His lips were on mine before I could even blink. Soft, supple brushes escalating into rough pressures, his tongue pushing against my lips and making me freeze up before he pulled back, grinning.

Then he was walking towards the open center of the floor, where Suga was already waiting, leaving me to stand there touching my lips in shock.

Time passed and I managed to calm my eccentric heartbeat.

I was clinging onto Star's arm, trying to keep myself from screaming while I stared at Namjoon and Yoongi performing.

The strobe lights cast a strange glow on everyone, and Star told me that it made my hickeys pop out even more.

I smirked at the thought - Namjoon had left marks and everyone could see them. Maybe those thirsty fans will get a hint and stop looking at him like he's a piece of meat that they can take home and lock in their basement. He was a person, a person that happened to like kissing me, and I preferred that I stay the person he kissed, not those fans with psychotic intentions bursting from their eyes.

The performance was as good as ever, and I couldn't tear my eyes from Namjoon, even when Suga began his piece.

Namjoon caught me staring, and he smirked, winking before turning back to watch Suga.

When Suga was done, the DJ started talking, but I couldn't listen to his words over the beating of my heart as Namjoon once again caught my eyes.

He motioned me over with his finger, but I felt like I couldn't move. I was struck with awe about it all, from the performance to the fact that he liked me, in one way or another, to the fact that my life had changed so drastically in the span of a few months.

Finally Star grabbed me and dragged me over, handing my arm to Namjoon before she jumped on Suga and covered him in congratulatory kisses.

Only then did I notice the money that he was holding, a much larger wad than the usual. I guess one of them had won. Of course they had.

Star pulled me to the side as the others surrounded Suga and Namjoon, excitedly speaking words of praise. She rummaged through her bag before handing me something cold and resonating with power.

I struggled to stuff the gun down my shorts. It peeked out of the top, clearly visible to anyone who looked, but it was the best I could do.

She leaned in and spoke to me quickly, as if she was nervous about something.

"It's just a precaution, don't whip it out on a whim, but, just in case. I think I saw someone unfriendly here." I didn't know what she was talking about, but the possibilities were a fog rolling through my brain, coating my thoughts in thick blurry uncertainty.

My mind was still cloudy as we started to walk out to the car, my legs stiff, my hands shaky.

Everyone was celebrating, loudly yelling and dancing and jumping with joy, and so I was the only one who noticed the people standing by our cars, looking far beyond suspicious. I didn't like the look of them, standing by our cars, waiting for us.

I knew they'd be from another gang, and more than dangerous, but I didn't want this perfect night to be ruined by a bad confrontation.

Looking to see everyone distracted, I slipped away from them, heading towards the cars carefully.

Maybe I could make them leave without any harm. I wasn't very well known to other gangs, as I'd only had one interaction with one, being the Double Dragon, and I still don't think they'd recognize me. Maybe I could convince them that they had the wrong place and they'd leave. Whatever I could do to prevent a risk of injury or arrest of one of my family.

If not, I had a gun that I was just itching to pull out. It was dark, so they wouldn't be able to see it. So I could surprise them if things went sour, which I'm sure they would.

As I drew closer, I took a deep breath, feeling my heartbeat increase rapidly, making my hands shake with emotions that I couldn't place. My head was too scrambled to make sense of it. Fear, anxiety, excitement? They were all the same right now.

I kept my head up, looking them directly in the eyes as I finally reached them.

"Excuse me sir, that's my-" I forced myself to sound as authentically, 100 percent american as possible.

Maybe if I sounded like a visitor, they'd leave us alone. I tried to push as much of my accent out of my voice as possible, speaking with the confidence of a tourist, hoping that in the dark they wouldn't see me trembling. I placed a hand over my gun for comfort.

"Tourist, get out," one of them said, their voice so thick I could hardly understand their bad english.

"I will as soon as you move away from my car." I tightened my grip on the gun.

They spoke to each other quickly, and they reached to their backs, no doubt for guns, but I beat them to it, shoving one of the guys into the other so they fell while I pointed my gun at the third one.

"Bad choice, idiot." My acting must have been good before, because they seemed surprised to hear me speak.

"Aish, she won't do shit, she's a little-" he shut his mouth as soon as the harsh cold metal of my gun pressed into his forehead, shoving him back.

I stepped back so that he couldn't grab me or get the gun, before aiming again.

I waited until I saw his head tilt up to look at me, and then I pulled the trigger.

An empty clicking sound was all that sounded, no echoing bang or the sound of tearing flesh and a stiff head hitting pavement.

A blank?

His head did snap back from the force, probably more in fear, but he wasn't dead, and that was a problem.

I took a step back, surprised and scared. An empty gun, really?

Fuck, what now?

They started laughing, standing up and stepping closer to me.

"Stupid bitch-" The click of a gun silenced all of us.

That one was loaded.

"B-Free, what are you doing here? You're way out of your zone." That silken voice couldn't have come at a better time, even though the intimidating, dangerous undertones were enough to make some piss their pants.

Namjoon grabbed my arm and pulled me to his side.

"Ah, the little pretender, I should've known she was with you." B-Free, the one I had tried to shoot, smirked, but he stepped back, and I knew he was more than a little intimidated.

I heard footsteps, and soon all the guys were here, and Star stood next to me, her gun out as well.

"You won't have back up every time. We'll be back, and we will kill you. " B-Free spoke in a voice that held anger, but with how he was scrambling backwards, practically running away, it was hard to take him seriously.

Maybe I should have listened, but I was too busy enjoying Namjoon's arm protectively wrapped around my waist.

"We will kill you."