For a while I drove without thinking about anything but the thrill of it all. Then, I noticed that Namjoon still had his hand on my thigh, while he looked out of the window as if he wasn't doing anything.

I gulped lightly but tried to act like I didn't notice, wasn't affected by the warmth of his hand or the fact that I had pent up energy from the excitement of being involved in something illegal.

He looked up like he knew what was on my mind, and then he pulled his hand away and stretched his legs out, breathing deeply.

I tried my best not to get distracted by the smooth curve of his body, but it was just as well when he reached over lazily and jerked the steering wheel to send us careening into a parking lot outside of a shopping centre, because I was failing miserably.

He was quite possibly the most distracting person I had ever seen, and I could only pray that he would drive on the way back because I don't think I trust myself not to stare at him and make us crash.

I parked without speaking, trying to hide the fact that my hands were shaking.

What was it that he had done in that apartment complex? And why had there been a gun shot?

Did someone shoot at him?

Did he try to kill someone?

My mind was reeling until I heard Namjoon shift in his seat and I turned towards him, staring at him blankly while I felt his finger graze down my lips.

Trying not to let my thoughts get hazy, I didn't move an inch, but inside I was doing somersaults.

He just fucking touched my lips. What was he trying to do? Why my lips, why not my wrist or neck or arm or something more casual?

Not that I was upset, it gave me butterflies, but that's besides the point. I need to know what exactly happened back there, while I was in the car. And now, I was thinking about Namjoon and his damn hands that felt soft and warm and-

"What are you thinking about Sin?" He whispered to me, a smirk on his face as he seemed to know exactly where my mind had been.

I said nothing, clearing my throat and handing him the keys before briskly getting out of the car, leaning against it and closing my eyes, my hand on my heart.

I just needed to calm down, a lot had happened to me, I just needed a moment to process all of this....

I was in a gang. My name was Sin. I wasn't afraid to break the law. I just helped Namjoon do something that was definitely illegal, and I wasn't uncomfortable with it. Hell, it made me excited. Had I always been like this, had this been a part of me all along, and had simply come to the forefront now that I was in this situation?

I found myself with more questions than answers, and I sighed, opening my eyes.

Maybe I shouldn't have.

Namjoon was standing directly in front of me, and when he met my eyes he stepped closer, putting his hands on the car, conveniently caging my waist between his arms.

He leaned into me, bending his head down to be closer to mine.

I licked my lips nervously, shifting my eyes between his face and his shoulders, completely frozen.

"Put your arms around me," he spoke quietly.

"What-" I mumbled back, my mind foggy from the fact that his body was pinning me against a stolen car only miles away from where Namjoon had ran his 'errand', and the cops had no doubt arrived by now and were searching for us, but all I could think about was his plump lips and the feeling of his hand on my leg.

"Put your hands around me. Now. We need to look like a touchy couple so no one comes close enough to hear what we're saying, since you left the car before we could talk," he whispered insistently.

I wondered why we couldn't just get back into the car to talk, but the fact that Namjoon was standing this close to me sort of made me not care.

I wrapped my arms around him, taking this chance to press my face against his chest, partially because I wanted to know what it felt like, and partially because I didn't want him to see my flustered face.

"Now that you're comfortable," his voice had a low, amused tinge to it, "I'm guessing that you want to know about the gun shot."

I snorted, tilting my head so I could speak without my lips pressing against his shirt.

"No, I was wondering about the fucking weather. I'm thinking it's getting a little too hot for these long-sleeves," I said dryly, spreading my fingers out on his back to release my tense fists.

He laughed lightly before pulling away.

"That's why I brought you here. Come on," he said, taking a step away and only turning back to me when I grabbed his shirt and tugged him back.

"We'll talk later, we don't have much time, come on," he said, and I rolled my eyes, taking a shaky breath before running after him.

I followed him into the store, trailing him while he lead me around the store, looking at the clothes before tossing some at me.

After a while I got tired of his bizzare clothing mixes, so I dumped the clothes into his unexpecting arms and then it was my turn to lead him around while I grabbed whatever I liked.

I'm assuming we aren't paying for this, so I can take whatever I want. I grabbed anything that caught my eye, grinning at the thought that a month ago I would've stared at these clothes, only wishing I could get them.

When both of our arms were full, I headed for the changing rooms, trying on everything and showing them to an all-to-eager Namjoon before deciding whether to keep it or toss it.

Spikes, chains, tears, rips, see-through material, I grabbed everything.

Being of similar size to Levi, I also got some stuff I know she would like. I didn't know if Jungkook would've brought her shopping, but just in case.

I tried on a few shoes before deciding against getting any.

By the time we had gone through the pile, the sun was setting.

I began to regret my decision to get so much, because I was completely stumped trying to think of a way to smuggle all of this out of the store without being obvious.

But then Namjoon held his hand out to me, and I grabbed the credit card feeling mortified about the amount of money I was blowing on clothes.

"Hey, get whatever you want," he said, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"It's not mine, I got it from a less-than-kind business partner," he told me, and I grinned a little. This was Namjoon's way of getting back at them, by letting me buy clothes.

Thinking of this, I quickly grabbed random clothes around me, not even looking at the sizes.

Namjoon laughed shaking his head and patting my head gently.

"Meet me at the food mart when you're done butterfly," he said before walking away.

Butterfly. Was that a pet name?

I bit my lip to keep the grin from my face.

I focused on memorizing the signature on the back of the card so that I could replicate it. I could only hope the cashier wouldn't be suspicious.

I headed to the cashiers, grabbing a ridiculous hat from a display and setting it on my head before dumping the pile of clothes onto the counter.

The elderly lady stared at me in shock, probably because with the prices at this place, people were probably hesitant to buy two things, and I had to have at least 20 items in the pile.

I set the hat down on top of the pile before grabbing some over-priced sweets and setting them down as well.

"Are you sure you can pay for all of this?" The lady asked, judgment clear in her voice, no doubt at the fact that I was wearing torn up sneakers, a frayed sweater and simple black skinny jeans with accidental rips, not anything close to the 'chic', expensive, provacative clothes in here.

I waved the credit card in front of her face, smiling with a forced sweetness.

"You know how it gets, when a boyfriend cheats he makes it up to you with money, right?" I spoke in a high, weedy voice.

The lady huffed a response, staring up at me from the thick glasses sitting dangerously on the tip of her nose as she rung everything up.

When she finished, she packed it neatly in a fancy bag and turned to me.

Satisfied with the price of well over 1000, I handed her the card to charge it, before signing the signature, pretty accurately to my great pride.

I hoisted the bag up and gave her a curt head bow before walking out of the store, and found myself speed-walking into the food mart, eager to tell Namjoon about just how much money I blew.

I found him in the ramen section, staring with a pained expression on his face, his hand hovering over the shelves before he shook his head and then furiously stalked away.

I started to follow him, before I got distracted by a tv on the wall that playing some sort of news program.

I couldn't understand what it was saying, but then I saw a flash of the gas station, covered in rubble, and my beloved truck battered with gunshots, before the screen was covered in a picture of Levi and I, no doubt saying we were missing or dead or something.

I quickly pulled the wide, ridiculous hat out of the bag and slammed it on my head, covering my face with it.

If only I knew what they were saying! Maybe the anchor was explaining about the gang or exactly what could have happened, and here I am with no way to understand.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my arm, and I got ready to run from some do-good citizen who wanted to turn me into the authorities or something.

Instead, I heard Namjoon whisper lowly to me, "we need to go, now."

I nodded and clenched his hand to avoid getting lost in all the people. We weaved through the crowds and exited the store.

Instead of going to the car, Namjoon led me around the store, to the back.

He pulled scissors out of his bag, and then I was taking my hat off and leaning against a dumpster so that Namjoon could cut my hair into it.

When he was done, I reached my hand up and ran my fingers through the slightly choppy strands, my shoulders feeling bare without hair hanging over them now.

Namjoon smiled at me before we walked to the car, and this time I let the grin fill my face as I walked behind him.