**** Initial events influenced by the Fire music video. It was so good!! Always out doing themselves with the performances ****

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I'm on a street somewhere. It is light out, and I'm sitting on a dumpster.

Glamorous.

Across the street, I can see a fence, toilet paper hanging carelessly across it.

There they are.

Namjoon, Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, V, Jungkook, everyone.

Namjoon looks like he has cotton candy on his head, but the blond haired guy next to him turns and I lose my breath.

Jin.

Jin is with them.

Suga is leaning against the fence, and I see a hooded figure come to stand in front of them.

Namjoon catches his eye and the laugh falls from his face.

I see him nudge Suga and they speak for a second before Suga hops the fence so swiftly it doesn't seem possible for him to have done it. Apparently that couch potato can move pretty fast when he wants to.

Suga walks up to the figure, a dangerous look on his face.

This figure, he doesn't seem friendly, so why is Suga walking right to him-!

Suga pulls something out of his pocket - a lighter - and before I can blink the figure is catching fire, his jacket fueling the flames until they are like a blanket over him.

Suga looks blankly at the figure - a man, as I can now see his terrified face as he runs away, screaming for his friends.

"B-Free!"

He is part of another gang. The Double Dragon. It makes sense now.

He drops to the ground, his screams fading into groans of agony.

The boys don't look concerned, and Suga easily walks back to the fence, hopping it with a confident leap.

That's when I see it.

The blond man running frantically between the boys, grasping their shirts in his hands, his face panicked and horrified.

"You killed him! You killed him! How could you - what did he do - you killed him!" He could hardly speak, but he was sputtering to anyone who would listen.

I walked closer to better hear, slipping to the side of the fence, hiding behind the toilet paper.

Yoongi waves Jin off and then he makes his way to Namjoon.

"You told him to kill that man?!" Namjoon looked at him cooly, his face expressionless.

"Why ask, you know that I did." He doesn't falter as he responds, looking away from the shorter boy. I almost miss the deep breath that he takes, but I can see his chest rise quickly.

"What did he do to deserve it? You just go around hurting anyone who walks up to you?" Jin was terrified, and he was hiding behind the faulty rage.

"Oh please Jin, don't treat me like that. You know me. There's always a reason."

Jin scoffs, and I notice the others slip away to escape the awkward, tense atmosphere.

"I knew you. It's been what, 2 years. I didn't even hear a word from you."

"I don't exactly have a phone line Jin, be real here. I asked you to come with me. I wanted you in my life. It was your choice to be left out of it."

"I couldn't just run away! We could have fixed it, we could have explained to your parents -"

"Bullshit Jin! You knew better than anyone. I had to get out of there. I wasn't going to sit by when they did that, and no one believed me when I told them. It was their own damn fault, and I had to get out before it fell apart on them."

"Come on, it could have gotten better, you don't know if they would have listened! You left me-"

"I asked you to come with me! Did you want me to beg? I didn't want to force you into anything."

"Well what do you call this? Namjoon, this is crazy!"

"This? If you don't like it then you can fucking leave! You willingly joined-"

"I thought I could convince you to come back with me, to get out of this dangerous life-"

"What, and leave my family?"

"They're not you're family! For God's sake Namjoon, they're just kids! All of them! A bunch of kids, and you're the most childish of them all! Playing this big bad boy, a fucking drug lord Namjoon, really?"

"Joon." Namjoon muttered under his breath, clenching his fists.

"What?" Jin took a step closer to him, and he hesitated, his hand hovering at Namjoon's shoulder.

"You used to call me Joon." Namjoon released his fists and looked forward emotionlessly, avoiding Jin's eyes.

"That was before you became someone I didn't know." Jin answered coldly, crossing his arms and stepping back.

"He was going to kill you." Namjoon spoke in a burst, and Jin freezes, his face shocked as he stares at Namjoon.

"God damnit!" Namjoon suddenly turns around, slamming his fist onto the white stone building, dragging his hands down and leaning his head on the wall.

"It was supposed to be better!" Namjoon was hissing, and his short hair did nothing to hide the tears that were freely flowing down his face, leaving salty streaks.

"It was supposed to get better with you here!" Namjoon groaned, shrugging off Jin's hand from his shoulder.

"It's just gotten worse. I feel like a kid again. Where's my power? Where's my control? What have you done to me Jin?" This time Jin kept his hand on Namjoon's shoulder even after the younger boy violently shrugged it off.

"I've just reminded you who you really are, Joon."

This made Namjoon mad, and he jerked away, glaring and wiping his eyes.

"No! I'm not weak! I'm strong. I'm a fucking leader. I'm going to be the most dangerous criminal in Seoul. You'll see! You'll be by my side!"

Namjoon sighed, his determined face faltering.

"You'll be by my side...." Namjoon's voice faltered, more vulnerable sounding. He was no longer confident in his words. It was a question posed as a statement.

Namjoon wanted it to be true.

It was a question that was to remain unanswered.

Jin only smiled, pulling Namjoon to the exit.

"You have to be."

But Jin did not hear Namjoon's whisper.

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I sit up, breathing deeply. My heart, it aches for some reason. Seeing Namjoon look so, not like himself, it was truly scary. He looked so young and vulnerable.

I feel the bed beneath my hands and sigh, cold sheets instead of warm embraces and hot breath on my neck.

Namjoon must have thought I would want to sleep here.

Stupid.

I can't rest unless I'm in his arms. The dreams aren't so bad when I wake up with his warmth around me. He makes it feel better.

I rub my eyes and lay back exhausted. This sleep is only making me even more deprived, but I'm too exhausted to stop it.

I close my eyes again, to be pulled into more dreams that leave me breathless and drained.