Dallas' POV

I drove away from Jungkook's house and within 5 minutes my phone rang. I looked to see Namjoon's name. I sighed and picked it up.

"What's up Joonie?" I groaned.

"Oh, not much, just heard about your little spat with Kim's men. What happened?" he questioned. I exhaled and looked at the clock on my dash.

"I'm coming over, I'll see you in a bit," I snapped. I hung up the phone without waiting for his reply and turned around to go to his house. Thankfully Namjoon lived alone so I didn't have to worry about anyone being there to witness me in my current state. I parked and limped up to his front door, just noticing the pain I had in my side and leg. I knocked loudly and waited. Namjoon opened the door just a couple of seconds later and his amused expression changed to worry.

"Dallas! What the hell?!" he yelled. I smiled at him.

"It's rude not to invite a lady inside," I whimpered. He grabbed my arm and flung it over his shoulders dragging me inside. He took me to his bathroom and sat me on the edge of his tub. I looked down and realized my entire pantleg was soaked in blood.

"Is that blood?!" he squeaked.

"No Namjoon, it's freaking Kool-Aid, of course it's blood!" I retorted while rolling my eyes. He sent me a glare and motioned for me to undress. I did. Now this would usually be awkward but Namjoon and I had done this a million times. He had worked for my father for years so he had patched me up several times. I was surprised he was still so shocked every time I showed up at his door covered in blood.

Now that I was down to my underwear I could see the extent of the damage. I was covered in bruises and cuts. Apparently one of the guys had a knife. I looked to see blood dropping from a hole in my leg… apparently they also shot me… lovely. Namjoon turned the shower on and ushered me inside. I was so sore I couldn't move. He got in fully dressed and wiped all the blood off me. I felt relieved to have someone like him that would do this for me. He stepped out and helped me do the same. He handed me a towel and then got to work removing the bullet from my leg.

"God Dallas, you're a mess. This may be the worst I've seen you," he confessed. I just chuckled.

"Please Namjoon, you and I both know you've seen me in way worse condition than this," I joked. He didn't smile. I patted his shoulder and then gripped it hard as he pulled the bullet out of my leg. "God that hurts!" I screamed. He shook his head and stitched up the wound.

"Yeah, well next time don't get shot," he ordered. I scoffed at him. After he was finished he bandaged it and stood up. He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Why did you do it?" he implored. I looked at my feet as my face heated up from a blush.

"They were going to kill Jungkook… I couldn't let them do that," I whispered. He pulled me into a hug.

"You are too good of a person Dallas. Maybe one day you should consider yourself before you blindly go off to defend others," he scolded. I couldn't fathom that. I didn't want to live in a world where I only cared about myself. I wanted to live every day like my mother would. I wanted to care about other people and save them. I didn't want to be a mobster that just killed people for fun or profit. I didn't want that at all. I wanted peace.

He pulled away and ushered me into his guest bedroom. He came back with a pair of oversized sweats and a t-shirt and threw them at me and then he silently walked out. It wasn't a request but a demand, I was staying here tonight. I sent my father a quick text telling him where I was at before changing and laying down in the softest bed ever made. I loved this bed. Namjoon refused to give it to me though because he said he wanted there to be a reason for me to come over and stay with him. I knew he was lonely. His only friends at school were all Jungkook's friends and that's only because my father was paying him to be their friend and get information. What a lonely life.

If I was being honest though, I wish my life was this lonely. I hated my life. I hated my family. I hated my inheritance. I had no friends… everything was related to the mob. I shot 3 guys tonight for goodness sakes! I never wanted this… I still don't. Only Namjoon knew that. He was truly my best friend. My only friend, really, but still it counted. I couldn't ever lose him. If I did, well, I'd probably lose myself too.

*unedited*