Fall (Bangtan Sonyeondan BTS Alternate Universe)

7. Blowing Money

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.