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A sharp slap across his face surprised Yoongi.
Namjoon never hit him. 

It's not like Yoongi thought he was incapable of it, it's just a drastic contrast to his usual stoic behavior. 

He rubbed his cheek, it stung. 

"Namjoon, I..I just-" 

"You what, Yoongi, you what? You murdered him because he stepped on your toes? Was that it? You slit his throat and slashed up his face because he looked at you wrong?", Namjoon said, uncharacteristically angry. 

"You know I couldn't give a single shit about what you do, but the police are now on this. And you're now unemployed because you left Kim Seokjins' dead body in a public area for everyone to fucking see!"

"You have to be fucking kidding me Yoongi, what the fuck did you do?". Namjoon was fuming, he was biting his cheek, waiting for an answer from a silent Yoongi. 

"Oh, fuck you. Who the hell are you to care? 
When did you ever care, I've done this plenty of times before and now you're bitching?!", Yoongi said, offended that Namjoon even had the audacity to say something like that to him. 

"Kim Seokjin was in my way and I got rid of him as I saw fit, if you have a damn problem with it you should take care of it yourself." It was Yoongi's turn to be upset now, he wasn't gonna stand here and take shit from Namjoon. He had done this before, and Namjoon knows this. Yoongi couldn't fathom why he had a problem with it now. 

Wanting to have the last word, Yoongi left the living room. 

"Yoongi. You were reckless, reckless and incompetent. You should've handled the body properly, now we're at risk." 

"We live in a gated community, law enforcement, important, powerful people. Those of which can't always be silenced.", Namjoon knew what risks came with doing the things he did, it's exactly why he did it. 

But Namjoon had always done things a certain way, he was never sloppy. And knowing that a police academy alumni lived next door to them put him on edge. Especially since various murders, bribery, and blackmail adds up to a life sentence. 

Or worse: The realization that Namjoon himself was only a meager bug in the eyes of an even bigger force. 

"It wasn't my problem until you put me into it. I have my own shit going on, and you cannot by any means fuck this up for me. If I didn't need you, I would've already left you to die.", There it was. Yoongi thought. Namjoon was now back to his cold, stoic way of speaking. 

The tone Yoongi was familiar with.
He didn't respond. 

Namjoon scoffed. 
This is exactly what I thought would happen. 
Yoongi had always been the wild card, too reckless for Namjoons case. But he could be molded and manipulated into a fine piece of pottery. 

Namjoon saw potential in him, the ultimate pawn. And Yoongi fucked it up. 

You can't win a game of chess without planning your moves, and Yoongi never understood that.
It seemed Namjoon was playing chess and Yoongi was playing dodgeball. 

He needed to calm down, his resolve was dwindling. He couldn't have that. 

He decided to take a walk in their neighborhood park. He saw their neighbors friendly waves and smiles as he passed them, not even knowing that he been lecturing his husband about a murder mere minutes ago. 

He was half a mile up the street when he saw Jeongguk. He was alone, just walking along the street with his camera. 
Namjoon had taken an interest in the younger, his naive and childlike awe fascinated Namjoon.