Namjoon grabbed the other boy before he could teach the end of the alley way, wrapping his arms around the kid and trying to keep him still. It took a lot of effort but he pried the drugs from the boy's hand and tossed them onto the floor. He'd get them later. For now, he had to try and calm them down. When they heard it was for a bust, he figured an actual bust with teenagers. These were kids. Kids stealing--

Huh. Children's painkillers? Weird. He ignored the boy fighting against him, dragging him over to where Jackson was struggling.

"Damn, do you remember being this feisty? God." He got the boys arms behind his back as gently as he could, restraining him. Shit, his arms were so thin. These boys looked so fragile. They didn't smell great, they were dirty and thin, their clothes were not the best. It was a sad state to be in. "We're officers of the law. It's a criminal offence to lash out at a police officer. Do you understand me, son?"