His chapped lips inhales the death stick, a cigarette, with eyes focused ahead to the brick wall with a deep frown.

Just imagining those possible memories that Jimin went through with Namjoon uneases Karma. He's starting to not like anyone around Jimin, besides Jungkook. Yeah he may not care about the guy, but what's his is his.

And he doesn't share.

So what is he doing now?

Well, he's waiting of course. For what? Well.... That'll be revealed in a few minutes.

The back door suddenly swings open sooner than expected, footsteps walking out with the heavy smell of smoke and alochol radiating behind the person from the club.

Karma smirks.

Make that seconds instead of minutes.

The maskless man leans his head back against the brick wall, the smoke escaping his lips like a river stream as his body falls to complete relaxation, and it didn't take long for the other male to notice his presence.

"Kim Namjoon," Karma announces amusingly with his voice breathy, tapping the mask against his leg as he fixes his eyes to the male, "Just the person I wanted to see."

The taller man grimaces back at Karma, crossing his arms over his chest, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Ah not the what," Karma taunts and pushes himself off the wall, a sadistic smirk on his face, "But the who."

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows, scrunching his face when Karma sudden blows the smoke on his face, "So, who?"

"Park Jimin," Karma drawls out slowly, grinning widely when Namjoon's face slightly drops from it's composed expression, "Ah, of course you knew him. So, before I tear you apart from limb to limb and hang you head against the wall in my room, may I ask why did you have the audacity to lie to my face, hm?"

For a moment Namjoon doesn't say anything, and Karma is obviously a man with far too little patience. So Namjoon is suddenly shackled to the wall, a gun pointed to his head with Karma's murderous glare piercing through his eyes.

That playful gleam completely gone.

Namjoon narrows his eyes back at him, not at all fazed, "If I knew him or not, it would've served no interest for you. I haven't spoken to him for four years, let alone knew where he was located. The information I would've brought to you would've done no justice, especially since he was just a kid during that time."

Well, he's not lying. Karma could tell straight out since he knows the backstory.

That still doesn't justify his actions.

So Karma hums and tusks under his breath, "You still lied to me-"

"So did you," Namjoon taunts in return with a growl under his voice, "You told me Jimin nor Jungkook would be in harms way, and right now you're practically feeding them to Yoongi just to catch him, that's pretty much being a snake as it is."

Karma slams the gun across his face, rage and desperation coiling his blood streams as he grabs Namjoon's jaw with his rough hand, who's lip is bleeding from the attack, "There's a difference between me and you; I protect them. I may fuck them over, hurt them, even tear them apart but they are mine. I won't ever let anyone hurt them. You on the other hand, you betrayed Jungkook and Jimin."

"Ah then we have the same agenda," Namjoon mocks and leans to his face, "I want to protect them too. Everything I've done was to protect them!"

"Bullshit!" Karma snarls, digging the gun closer to his forehead, "You better stop bullshitting me Kim Namjoon!"

Namjoon grits his teeth and leans to the gun, "Why do you think I spared Jimin's life? If he got caught, he wouldn't be here right now," He mutters bitterly, "If he's near me, he's a dead man and he was falling way too deep for me. I'm not the man he needs in life."

"Oh you aren't," Karma sneers and shackles him one last time against the wall, "Because me and Jungkook will be the one he needs, and I will be the one who kills those who get in the way. Stay the fuck away from him and Jungkook. They're mine. My property, mine to keep. Take me sparing your life as a warning, maybe out of good heart since you made Jimin a tough bitch and Jungkook just much more closer to me. If I see you one more time, I won't hesitate to dig a bullet through your thick skull, ending you right in front of their eyes, understood?"

Namjoon didn't say anything, but Karma knew he got the hint. So he slams his gun one last time across his face and walks away into the darkness, placing the mask over his face with a clear scowl on his lips.

Not noticing the pair of eyes following his every move from the roof of the building, planning the perfect way to fuck up with the royal majesty.

From his little paradise.

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A/N:
Oop-

Someone was spying?

Who could it be?

We'll just have to see!!

I PURPLE YOU! <33