A/N: When you see a pic of T.O.P with a gun...you know somethings wrong...

“That wasn’t smart at all.” T.O.P hyung speaks, though I wasn’t sure if he was referring to Minho or to Jiyong.
“Mianhae hyung,” Jiyong speaks, tense, “Should I go after him now?”
“No, stay. One loss, it’s alright, besides, he has no idea where we’re going.”
“You can’t keep running like this-” Onew begins and I cut him off.
“You’re only proving to me what a coward you are,” I smile as his eyes bore into mine.
“I’m no coward.”
“But you are. Running again? How many times have we moved? You took me from Hong Kong to France and now here. If you’re afraid of the law catching you, so why are you breaking it in the first place?”
“Say one more word Kibum and we’re going to have to re-enact Paris.”
“Like I care.” I roll my eyes.
“I can do worse than that to you.”
I scoff,
“Please.”
“Do you want the proof?”
I stare hard at his face,
“You have no proof to give.”
“I can change that,” his eyes flashed and he looks to Seungri who’s got Taemin in his arms.
“Do anything to him and I’ll kill you.” I threaten.
“Oh, he means alot to you does he? Ri, you follow me, Jiyong, you and Bae meet me at the agreed place with Onew, and be sure he’s unconscious for the ride.”
“Yes hyung,” the two nod and head off down the hall.
“You really need a lesson in keeping your mouth shut, Kbum.”
“And you need a le