Namjoon stared down at me once they had left, and everyone abandoned me, slipping away slowly until they were completely gone.

What great friends I have, leaving me when I'm about to get told off.

I could tell I'd probably be in trouble, based on his clenched lips. I may have been scared, because he was a god damn gang leader, and beyond intimidating, but I remember how he looked when he smiled, dimples popping and eyes crinkling up, and I couldn't be scared.

I trusted him more than anything else; I knew he would take care of me, just like he took care of everyone in this family.

"That was dangerous! Why would you do that?" His face was scrunched together in what could be considered concern.

"I didn't think, I just didn't want your celebrations to be ruined-" My hands were shaking, still stuck in all that had happened moments ago. I had shot a man - if the gun was loaded he'd be dead, he'd be fucking dead. I didn't know what to think about that, my head was a mess, my thoughts a jumble of good and bad, fear and excitement. I had nearly killed a man!

"It was completely irresponsible." He looked like a dad scolding his children, his eyebrows drawn together, his lips pulled together in a tight line of disapproval.

"Irresponsible? Really? This coming from a gang lord." I let a smirk through, trying to forget the fear of murder and riding through the exhilaration of it all. Maybe Namjoon would let it go and we could laugh.

"Still, you could have been hurt." I could tell he was holding back a smile looking at me, as his lips were pulled in and his dimples were slightly showing. But there was a grave seriousness in his eyes. I wasn't off the hook.

"But I wasn't. You were there." I stared up at him, reaching blindly and finding his hands clenched at his side.

"You have that much faith in me?" He didn't move as I ran my fingers over his fist, slipping through to open his palms.

"I trust you completely." I didn't look away from him as I spoke; I kept my eyes trained on him, holding his hands in mine.

"Butterfly, be careful. I'm really not as good as you think." His voice was low, almost a whisper as his arms reached out, slipping out of my fingers to wrap around my back, pulling me into his chest. I sighed deeply, closing my eyes and moving my arms to hug his sides.

There he goes with the butterfly thing again. I could hardly breathe when he said it, my heart thumping in my chest, my lips pulled into an unstoppable smile.

"No, you're better," I mumbled into his shirt, closing my eyes and breathing him in.

I don't know if he heard me, but he didn't respond, just holding me tighter and leaning his head down to rest on top of mine.

"Hey, I'm sure it's cute and all, but I want to go to sleep, so hurry up." Suga's voice was thick with pleading annoyance, and I couldn't help but snort.

Namjoon let out a long exhale before he let go of me and began walking towards the car, ruffling Suga's hair as he went by, much to the smaller boy's displeasure.

Star was nearly asleep leaning on him with her eyes closed, and he struggled to get her into the car, muttering complaints while she sleepily hummed responses, leaning farther into him.

He finally managed it, and he huffed from the effort, sounding annoyed, but I saw the smile on his face as Star snuggled closer to him, her arms wrapping around his, her head resting on his shoulder.

Namjoon easily pulled out of the driveway, his hand finding it's way to my knee as he started on the way home.

Soon enough both Suga and Star were asleep, as far as I could tell, their heads resting on each other, their arms tangled together and hands melded tightly to one another.

The ride was quiet, nothing but the slight hum of the car whirring down the road and the light breaths coming from Star and Suga to fill the silence.

It seemed to stretch on for ages, the dark sky consuming everything. The road disappeared into the darkness beyond our headlights.

It was strange, like a peaceful break of the tense, adrenaline-filled life of Bangtan.

But there is little peaceful quiet in our lives, and soon we were pulling into the lot.

This time it was Star pulling a half-asleep Suga out of the car, cursing at him under her breath as she struggled to carry his weight with hers through the doorway.

I moved to follow them, but Namjoon grabbed my wrist and started pulling me into the woods.

He didn't really speak as we walked, but he slipped his hand from my wrist to hold my hand. The silence was comfortable, and I enjoyed the feeling of his slender fingers wrapped around my hand, his soft touch sending warmth throughout my body. I found myself moving closer to him, until our arms brushed against each other as we walked.

Eventually we found ourselves by the small shed and pool. I hadn't been here since the day Star brought me here. It looked different illuminated by the moon rather than the sun. It looked more secret, like a private getaway for people who wanted to be around no one but their friend, or lover.

Namjoon lead me over to the fire pit, and I sat on the couch as he pulled out a lighter and started a fire.

When the flames were lashing out at the air, growing taller as they consumed the oxygen, Namjoon sat down next to me, grabbing my legs and pulling them over his lap, effectively pulling me closer to him.

When our bodies were as close as they could be, clothes on clothes, skin against skin, he put an arm around my shoulder, holding me securely, slipping his hand under my shirt and running his fingers across my skin.

I sighed happily and leaned my head against his shoulder, putting a hand on his chest, pressing my fingers down to feel his warmth under the shirt. Not content with that, I slipped my fingers between the buttons of his shirt, pressing them flush against his skin.

"You know, it really was irresponsible of you to do that today. B-Free's a joke in all ways except for how he handles business. He's not someone you should take messing with lightly." Namjoon spoke softly, and I could feel the vibrations of his talking through my fingers.

"Who is he?" I was curious; everyone else seemed to know him but I don't remember anyone ever mentioning him to me before.

"He's the second in command of the Double Dragon."

It was only then that I began to really hate him.