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The Apple And The Knife

"Agh!" Yoongi grit his teeth as he slammed the empty whiskey glass down to the counter top.

He stood in silence, leaning over the half empty liquor bottle in the dimly lit kitchen.

Ever since he had gotten home he had started drinking as a quick, cheap way to solve his problems.

But the whiskey wasn't working; his reputation was still at stake.

The nine year reputation he had spent so much time, effort and money on.

He poured himself another shot and downed it.

"Fuck!" He gripped the edge of the counter, turning his fingertips white.

What he didn't understand was how the secret got out.

Only seven people knew about the bet; he, Namjoon, Jimin, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jungkook and Taehyung.

Namjoon wouldn't tell, nor had he had any recent opportunities to since Yoongi usually had the boy tied up and gagged. Besides, Namjoon only knew Sai and the married couple: Beomsoo and Minji. And all three of them were Yoongi's friends so even if Namjoon had mentioned the bet and the results to them, none of them would have spread it around.

And Taehyung couldn't have told anyone; he was still locked up in prison for his crimes against Namjoon.

The other four also couldn't have mentioned it to someone in the BDSM community, because they weren't a part of the BDSM community. There wasn't one person who knew the bet, and the results, and had the means to spread the information.

The results.

Yoongi stared at nothing as his whiskey soaked thoughts tried to piece it all together.

The. Fucking. Results.

Yoongi had told himself he didn't care who won or lost, but now, with his carefully cultivated reputation being tarnished by simple minded bimbos and himbos, Yoongi realized he cared a whole lot.

He tossed back another drink, turning around to lean against the counter.

And Namjoon...

All this time the boy had been getting pampered, adored, spoiled, cherished while secretly knowing he had beaten Yoongi.

While Yoongi was embarrassing himself by indulging the brats every whim, Namjoon had been laughing to himself, proud he had gotten the older man, the most well known and respected dominant in the entire community, to bow down at his feet and kiss his ass.

Yoongi wanted to know what Namjoon really thought of him.

He inhaled deeply, held it for a while, and slowly exhaled.

Once he was calmer, he screwed the top back on the whiskey bottle and put it away in the cupboard.

Opening the fridge, he pulled out an apple. From the kitchen table, he grabbed the back of a chair and dragged it behind him. In the living room, he grabbed a blanket off the couch and slung it over his shoulder.

There were ways of getting his questions answered.

After pulling out his pocketknife, he made his way up the stairs to the toys bedroom.

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Namjoon was still passed out when Yoongi entered the room.

He wasn't surprised, he expected the boy wouldn't wake up until morning, possibly even the afternoon.

Yoongi set the chair down facing the unconscious dimpled boy and sat down on it, the blanket in his lap.

He watched Namjoon sleep, tossing the apple up and catching it when it came down with one hand, crossing his leg so that his left ankle rested on his right thigh.