"Last chance to call the police." Sai reminded Yoongi as he sat on the dom's couch, reclining against the padded leather, and watched Yoongi pace in front of him.

Yoongi snorted, fingers drifting into his pocket to feel the outline of the bright red chopsticks he had slipped in there earlier. "What, does the idea of being on trial for murder make you squeamish? Or do cops scare you?"

"You know my loyalty to you supersedes any foreign or domestic law," Sai replied without hesitation. He smirked. "And I'll divulge you a little secret, from one dom to another: half the police force are my clients. And half of them are submissive men."

Yoongi grinned back, a warm feeling in his heart when he heard his best friend call him a dom. "That's no secret; I have the other half as my clients. And all of them are submissive men."

A knock on the door interrupted them, and both doms quickly tensed.

Sai rose from the couch to stand beside Yoongi.

"After you, mon seul et unique." He murmured, keeping his eyes on the door.

"He's not our bad guy." Yoongi reminded him. "He's just going to lead us to them."

Sai nodded, but his hand reached behind his back and touched the gun he had stored there, watching with caution as Yoongi walked up to the door.

The dom opened it, revealing a worried-looking man standing there.

"I got your message." The man said with a frown. "What's going on?"

Yoongi stepped aside and gestured for the man to come in, which he did- although he stopped abruptly when he saw Sai.

"Sai?" The man stopped and blinked. "Okay- I'll ask it again; what's going on?"

"You tell us." Yoongi said, shutting the door and locking it.

The man looked confused and on edge as he shifted his focus from one dom to the other.

"You texted me and told me to come here." The man reminded them. "What do you want? You said something was wrong with Namjoon."

"Something is wrong with my sub." Yoongi agreed, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. "Namely, the fact he isn't here right now."

"What? Then why did you tell me to come over?" The man shook his head. "Where is he?"

"You tell us." Sai repeated Yoongi's words and withdrew the gun, holding it at his side as a warning.

The man's eyes widened. "What the hell?!"

"Curious, isn't it?" Yoongi hummed, holding up a hand to inspect his nail. "You and I have barely ever talked in all the years we've been on the scene. Never hung out together. Never had our subs play together. Never exchanged Christmas gifts. Never invited each other over for a birthday party. And yet." Yoongi's eyes flashed and the hand dropped. "The moment I tell you something is wrong with my sub; my sub, Kim Namjoon, you suddenly drop everything and rush over to help."

"Is it illegal to care for another human being?" The man glared. "What is this- an ambush?"

"Nope." Sai stepped up to the man and, with speed and precision, slapped a pair of metal handcuffs on the mans wrists.

"What-"

"Kim Jongdae," Sai announced. "By the power invested in me by the Council of BDSM, you are hereby charged with aiding and abetting criminals, kidnapping, engaging in outlawed categories of BDSM, AKA snuff, and attempted murder."

Yoongi pushed himself off the door and walked over, harshly grabbing the shocked dom's jaw with a hand, his fingers curling into the man's cheek.

"You better start talking." Yoongi warned. He leaned in, pressing his lips to the shaking dom's ear. "Or we'll bitch you."

And Jongdae did.

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Dont tell me this chapter is short, obviously I'm aware of the word count. And, I'll say it again: DON'T ASK FOR ANY UPDATES. I'LL KILL YOU.

I just wanted to get SOMETHING out since most of my focus is on The Doctor and I don't want anyone to think I'm going to abandon Sub (I could never uwu I'm obsessed with bratjoo and simp oomie being gay together with their lil dumbboy brains ~°☆♡)