Dallas' POV

I reached the café where I was supposed to meet Jungkook. I looked through the window to see him sitting inside with his back to the window and his head down. I walked in and sat down across from him while he looked up at me and smiled.

"How are you?" he asked. I shrugged. I had pushed all the pain to the back of my mind and frankly I didn't want to think about it. "You looked pretty bad last night when you left..." he began trailing off. He looked at me and his expression changed. "Those are Namjoon's clothes," he pointed out. I looked down and saw that I was in fact still wearing Namjoon's sweats, which was made obvious by the fact that his name was scrawled across them. Shit.

"Uh, yeah..." I replied quietly.

"Why are you wearing my best friend's clothes?" he demanded.

"I stayed at his place last night," I answered simply.

"Why? Are you guys sleeping together or something?!" he inquired. I thought over my answer. On one hand I could say yes and totally blow my chance of ever being with him; on the other I could deny it and tell him the REAL reason which means he'd figure out Namjoon is a mole and his friendship was faked inevitably screwing over Namjoon, my father, and myself. Only one thing to do.

"Not exactly... but that's a story for another time! Listen, Jungkook, I want to talk about what happened last night," I stammered. He knew I was trying to change the subject, he wasn't stupid, but before he responded I saw him look over my shoulder and his expression changed.

"Dallas... there's a man behind you and he is glaring at us and I'm pretty sure he's got a gun," he whispered. I took a quick look behind me to see the man he was talking about and I knew we had to leave. Immediately. I stood up and grabbed Jungkook's hand.

"Come on Kookie, let's go. Your car nearby?" I asked. He nodded and pointed across the street to his car. "Perfect, follow me. Quick," I commanded. He got up and I drug him out. The man got up to follow us. As soon as we were out the door I saw two more men jump out of a black van down the street. I broke into a run and took the car keys from Jungkook's hand. I slid into the driver's seat as he looked at me funny.

"Dallas, what the hell is going on?!" he screamed.

"Kookie get in the damn car!" I ordered. He crossed his arms across his chest.

"Not until you tell me what is happening!" he retorted. There was a sharp ping and the window of the store he was parked in front of shattered. "On second thought we can discuss it later!" he rushed out while hauling ass to the passenger side and getting in. I hit the gas and peeled out passed the van. The men were jumping back in their van and gearing up to follow us. Suddenly another black van was behind us and they were firing at us.

"Shit! Kookie, grab my gun and return fire!" I commanded. He was shaking his head and covering his ears. I reached over and pulled his hands off his ears and handed him my bag. "Gun! Now! I don't have time for your saint act! If you don't return fire we are going to die!" I shouted. He nodded and shot blindly at the men behind us. "For Christ's sake, AIM!" I reprimanded.

"Stop yelling at me! Jesus! We have five people trying to kill us right now, cut me some freaking slack!" he shouted back at me.

"With the guy in the coffee shop, the two guys from the street, the two drivers, and the two shooters from the other van there's actually about seven or eight men after us," I informed him.

"Sorry I wasn't specific enough!" he yelled while firing another round at the van behind us successfully hitting one of their tires and taking one van out. This is going to be an interesting car chase.

*unedited*