"No, I don't hit. I don't like to hurt people. I like everyone to be safe and happy. I don't like to know that someone does get hit either." Namjoon slipped his hand into his pocket, looked around to make sure no one was watching and then held out a little card with his name and number on it. "You see this here? It's a magic number. Just for you, no one else so it's a secret. All you gotta do is find a phone. You call that number and any bad thing can go away. I can come and make it vanish like magic. And--"

He pulled out a coin and placed it on top of the card. "If you can't find a proper indoor phone, they have outdoor phones on the street with silly little rectangles around them. Ask a nice aunties on the street, I'm sure she can show you." It was a long shot but he had to do it or he'd never sleep at night.

"I'm gonna get Jungkook for you. I'll find him. And then, when I'm done, I'll come back for you. Yeah?" He hated that he couldn't just pick him up and walk out with him. "But if things get bad before I can come back, use your magic number. Can you understand what the numbers are?"