Namjoon took off running as quick as he could and luckily for him, Ten was weak right now, he could barely walk, let alone run for it. He grabbed the boy in no time and held him in his grip. Ten struggled and flailed for all his worth.

"Hobi! Help!" Fuck, no. No, no, no! He needed something, he was dying! He was going to die unless he got back to them, unless he got a hit. He needed to leave. Him and Hobi, they had to leave and get away from all the rules. They had to be together. And now the cops had him and he didn't want to go to jail. He looked over at the car, desperate and afraid. "Yoongi! You rat! You dirty rat!"

Namjoon carried the boy along, giving Hobi a very stern glare. "You're in so much trouble. What the hell do you think you're doing?!"