"Woah, woah, woah! Chill, man. What the fuck?" Why was he doing this? His arm was awkwardly yanked and he was half in through the car window, using his other arm as purchase on the outside of the car to stay out. As soon as the gun was there, he stilled and gulped. He didn't get it. Why was this happening? "Dude... we're friends..."

Weren't they? His body was at an awkward angle, feet just touching the floor as he could smell the blood on Haejin. Looking at Yoongi, his eyes widened. "Uh, back up?" He didn't want to die.