Namjoon hasn't spoken to Seokjin ever since the incident. It was Sunday evening and while the girls were in bed, Seokjin got ready to head to the restaurant to do an last minute inventory and to prepare the ingredients for the morning shift, until Namjoon grabs his arm and drags him to their bedroom. Seokjin tried to break free, but Namjoon doesn't allow it until he has locked the door to their room and stood in front of the door, "Is there anything you want to tell me about what happened Saturday? Because if you don't say anything I'm going straight to Shownu and Jackson and asking them what happened. I tried to avoid it Seokjin, but fuck it's like I'm dealing with a fucking toddler."

Seokjin flinches, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at the ground. Namjoon crosses his own, stepping closer to Seokjin and arching his eyebrow, "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

Seokjin swallows, "Kihyun hit me."

Namjoon's eyes widen, "Really? What did you say to cause that?"

Seokjin jerks his head up instantly, glaring at him, "What makes you think I would say something?!"

"Oh please!" Namjoon scoffs, "You can barely keep your mouth shut and you're always smarting something off. You had to have done something for Kihyun to just slap you. And you wouldn't have come running to our house sobbing your eyes out and not speaking to me! Now you either tell me, or they will! And if I have to find out from them I'm done!"

Seokjin swallows the lump in his throat, turning away from Namjoon, "Fine, go ask them. I don't care."

Namjoon throws his arms up, staying true to his word and unlocking the door to leave, "I'm going out, and probably staying somewhere else tonight. Don't wait up for me."

Seokjin's eyes water, and suddenly, he felt nauseous. He races to the bathroom and makes it just in time to throw up everything in his gut. Namjoon slams the front door shut, hopefully not waking the girls. He walks over next door to Jackson's and Mark's, grabbing his phone and sending a text to Shownu to ask him to come over. He knocks on the door, waiting for someone to answer and Mark does.

He frowns, "Namjoon? Is everything alright?"

Namjoon sighs, "I don't know anymore," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "please tell me Jackson isn't working night shift."

"No, he's in the garage changing the lights to my car," Mark moves aside, "Come in."

Namjoon sighs, stepping in and removing his shoes, "Mind if I have a beer? I've had a long day."

"Go ahead," Mark chuckles, "Sounds like everyone has. Is Shownu coming over as well?"

"I texted him," Namjoon checks his phone, seeing Shownu had politely declined the offer that he had to keep an eye on Kihyun, "Is Kihyun alright?"

Mark frowns, "He left here pretty upset yesterday.... hopefully he is," Mark sighs, running his hands through his hair, "I am praying he is."

Namjoon bites his lip, sending a text back to Shownu asking if the pregnant male was alright, quickly getting a response back saying he had been at the hospital last night and they had been resting all day. His eyes widen, "Shit, he was in the hospital."

Mark gasps, his hand going to his mouth, "Oh my god, please tell me they didn't lose the baby."

Namjoon's heart was racing as he send back a concerned message, wondering if his friends are okay and if they are still parents. Shownu thankfully answered back, telling his friend not to worry that they still have their baby and he will explain at school tomorrow. He lets out a breath of relief, "Kihyun and the baby are alright, he said he'll explain to me tomorrow."

"Oh thank god," Mark, places his hand over his heart, steadying his racing heart, "I'm sorry, go ahead and go to the garage, Jackson might need your help."

"Probably best I don't touch your car," Namjoon laughs, "Don't you remember I destroy things?"

Mark giggles, "Oh yeah, don't touch anything. Forget I said anything."

Namjoon chuckles, heading to their garage after grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge. When he opens the door, Jackson was trying his best to hook up the lights but the tight space was hard to fit his hand and lower arm to hook them together. He looks up, seeing Namjoon and frowns, "Hey man, what brings you to the residence?"

"Shit," Namjoon replies, handing Jackson a beer and Jackson happily removes his hand to grab it.

"Thanks, I was about ready to call Mark and seen if he could bring me one," Jackson sighs, popping the cap of his open and taking a swig before setting it aside, "You don't drink this late, especially on a Sunday. What's up?"

Namjoon sighs, turning to his best friend since high school, "My husband isn't telling me anything of what happened yesterday, so maybe you can. All he told me was that Kihyun hit him."

Jackson sucks air through his teeth and shakes his head, "Dude, I don't know if I'm allowed to say anything, It's not my story."

"Come on, Mark had to have told you. What ever it was, it was intense enough Kihyun was in the hospital."

Jackson's eyes widen, "Shit!"

"Yeah, shit. I just found out from Shownu because I asked him to come over as well so I can figure this shit out but he didn't want to leave Kihyun there alone."

"I don't blame him," Jackson frowns, "Is the baby alright?"

"He said the baby is fine and so is Kihyun, but something happened Jacks, and I want to know because it involved my husband. And if my husband caused it..."

Jackson sighs, grabbing his beer bottle and taking a drink before nodding, "Kihyun did hit him, but Seokjin said something he shouldn't have. He opened his mouth, and he's never been smacked for it because no one would when we were in high school remember? Kihyun had the balls to though, and smacked him hard enough I heard it in my game room."

Namjoon's eyes widen slightly, his friend sighs before running his hand through his messy brown hair and scratching his scalp, "Mark didn't go into too much detail because I was trying to keep him calm myself. But I do know Seokjin smarted off to Kihyun, Kihyun didn't like it and slapped him right across the face. I first thought someone hit Mark and I was ready to beat some ass, but when I entered the kitchen to see Kihyun leaving and Seokjin holding his cheek, I was all sorts of confused. I did piece together Kihyun hitting him. But what was said I have no idea man."

Namjoon nods, drinking the rest of his beer and shaking his head, "I'm married to a kid. It was fun when we were doing crazy things and having fun but this shit is teenager shit. We have kids, we shouldn't be acting like kids when we have to raise our own. I can't keep doing this man."

Jackson frowns, "What do you mean?"

Namjoon shakes his head scoffing, "I don't want to, I love him so very much, but I'm thinking of getting a divorce. I've had enough."

~•~

The next day at school, Namjoon ate his lunch Seokjin made him surprisingly. Seokjin didn't say much, but he did kiss his cheek before he left for work and took the girls to school instead of letting them ride the bus. Namjoon sees a figure enter the room, and Shownu carries his lunchbag over to him, sitting right beside Namjoon and opening a container of black bean paste noodles and spicey Korean chicken.

"Man that smells good," Namjoon hums, eating a bite of his turkey and cheese sandwich.

"Thanks," Shownu grins, "It's my favorite meal, well, leftovers from last night."

Namjoon chuckles, "How is Kihyun?"

"Sore, on the bright side though I think his morning sickness is wearing off. He still gets sick when he smells certain things, but he doesn't wake up puking."

"That's good, that's the worst part of pregnancy I think. Seokjin hated throwing up and he threw up majority of his pregnancy," Namjoon says dryly, Shownu taking notice.

"Everything alright?"

Namjoon shrugs, "I married a child in the form of a man. He's being childish and starting shit and I'm tired of it."

"You still love him though," Shownu hums.

"I do, and I won't ever stop, I'm just tired of his drama shit. I'm tired of having to clean up messes he causes because he can't keep his fucking mouth shut. I'm really tempted to get a divorce."

Shownu shakes his head, "Don't. This will blow over and soon it will all go back to normal."

Namjoon shakes his head, "I doubt it, he does not like Kihyun. At all. I've dated him since high school, I know him really well and when he doesn't like someone he won't change his mind about them. He's so bitter."

Shownu hums, eating a bite of noodles. As he chews, Namjoon sets his sandwich down then turns to look at him, "Hey.... What did he say to Kihyun? I know he said something or did something because he told me Kihyun hit him."

The taller, broader man nods, chewing his food before speaking, "He did, and what Seokjin said was uncalled for."

"What did he say? No one will tell me and I'm starting to get pissed off."

Shownu gives Namjoon his full attention, "He told my husband that he wasn't special just because he's pregnant. He also said Kihyun was just another pathetic housewife, with no job might I add."

Namjoon grits his teeth, it all making sense now as Shownu closes his containers, suddenly not hungry anymore as he stands and gathers his things, "You know, I may have a stable job and bring money in our household, but so does Kihyun. When he takes photos for people, when he runs his website, when he goes out to different places to get the perfect photo for their satisfaction, that's his job. That's his income. He loves doing what he's doing, and enjoys it even more when he gets to stay home especially after he has our baby. He doesn't have to worry about someone watching our baby to go to an office or a school or whatever job he would've had if he wasn't a photographer. Plus, believe it or not, his income pays for most of our bills. So this not only hurt him what Seokjin has said, this had hurt me. He put my husband at risk and my baby at risk. I'm sorry Namjoon, but if we lost our baby Saturday I would have never forgiven Seokjin. And our friendship would've been lost because I would have probably tried to kill Seokjin."

Shownu nods once before taking his leave, leaving Namjoon to sit and let the anger slightly grow in him. He stands, throwing his trash away then heads to his room for his next lesson. Namjoon didn't go home that night, he stayed at his parent's house, and the next morning he called in work to go visit a lawyers office. When he entered, the lawyer smiles, "Namjoon, nice to see you man, what can I do for you?"

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon sighs, brushing his hair back, "What are the steps I need to take to file for a divorce?"

~•~

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