powerboys | Namjoon can't even

"...right." He had had a moment of wondering about the kpop star, so Yoongi welcomed the clarification. "You really, really need a license. Not being licensed can land you in jail, Joon-ah. Besides, this is a dangerous business to be in. I'm sure you could do something else. Safer."

There he was, years later, thoroughly rejected, not caffeinated, looking at what used to be his best friend and crush and still feeling the urge to protect him, in spite of it all. "You can't investigate without a license."

"I know my calling. Thank you for your time." Namjoon was sensing this was going to a bad place so he got up very swiftly and bowed because if he got made to show his license or get a license then he wouldn't have a job again. And when he didn't have a job, things got bad. He needed his job or he'd never go out. "It was nice to see you. I didn't think I would see you ever again."

For many, many reasons. "I hope Daegu treated you well."

"Better than y-- Than Seoul. Better than Seoul." Yet he was still back in the city and, yes, he'd just almost said 'better than you'. And yet he was here with Namjoon again and he had no idea what to do. He had a lot of ideas on what not to do and so he went ahead, doing the first one of that. "We should meet up. Have lunch."

Have coffee, he still wanted that. Maybe if he had had coffee, he would have handled this differently. Better.

"Okay. Lunch is good. I'll look forward to lunching." Namjoon remarked, feeling so intensely awkward that he just started to back up and up ... until he backed into an officer and jumped out of his skin. "Sorry! My bad." Once the guy had passed, he eyed up the exit and then gave Yoongi a nervous, awkward smile.

"Fun catching up. We'll talk soon." And then he all but ran out of there.

Some things apparently didn't change. Yoongi looked after Namjoon, his chest constricting painfully. It was funny, maybe, but the way Namjoon had just run out of him was so much like it had been when Namjoon ran from him after his confession. Really took the humour out of it and made it more like a gut punch.

He sighed and started noting down the numbers of the license plates that Namjoon had witnessed, glancing over at Gyungho. "Is there coffee yet?"

"Yeah, I made some. How was detective freakshow?" Gyungho asked playfully as he smiled at Yoongi, unsure if he was in shock and looking so weird cause he had never experienced a guy like that before but that was how most people looked after talking to Namjoon. Either confused, amused or pissed off. Very little wiggle room there.

"He comes in weekly. We're his little hobby, I think. You'll learn to get used to him, trust me."

"I went to school with him." It felt surreal to say and if Yoongi hadn't still been so baffled and thrown, he probably wouldn't have shared that piece of information at all, but it was almost as if he needed to hear himself say it out loud. He shook his head, muttering. "He hasn't changed much."

Not exactly a romance movie's idea of what the one who got away should be like, but whatever. Yoongi just had unusual tastes. "Where's the coffee, hyung?"

"I'll get you some." Gyungho got up to grab the coffee pot, coming over to pour it into his cup. "You knew him at school? Huh, here, right? Cause that guy has always been lurking around. According to what I heard. Fancies himself a detective, thinks he's like Sherlock Holmes. He's absolutely nuts." Setting the pot aside, he sat back down and smiled playfully up at Yoongi.

"Now there's a kid who was a target at school if ever I've seen one. No way was he popular, right?"

"Yeah, I went to school here for a few years. Then we moved back to Daegu." And now he was here again. Seoul was a gigantic city, how come he kept running into Namjoon all the time? Yoongi shook his head, unable to come up with an answer. "At least he's smart, if he is anything like he was in school."

Yoongi took a sip of the coffee, closing his eyes. Better. Not the best coffee, but honestly, right now it tasted heavenly. "He wasn't popular. We were friends though. For a while. Fell out before I moved."

"Oh yeah, he's smart. He's like Rain Man or something." He was useful, they'd give him that, but he was weird, intense and never went away. "He lives on the edge of the worse part of town so he gets us the deets we need. Even if it's not above board." They knew it was wrong to use the tips from him but... he never claimed fame and he was good at being down low on it all.

"You..." Wait, did he heard that right? "You were friends? He had friends?" Woah. Gyungho raised an eyebrow. "What did he do?"

"Nothing." Well, he broke his heart, but Yoongi had matured since then, he knew he couldn't blame Namjoon for what happened. He had never really blamed him. Just blamed himself for being stupid. "We just wanted different things." What was he supposed to say? He had just transferred here, he couldn't casually out himself. "He kissed a girl."

There, he could go with that. Not even lying. "I was jealous."

Yoongi shrugged and stared at the coffee. Better. "Whatever. Just weird running into him here."

"You were jealous of that? I guess... I can see it." He could not but he was trying to. He supposed he wasn't bad looking but his personality was a giant turn off. "He's kind of weird so it's hard to see his hotness through it but you know, teenagers and all. Sorry you got all... rejected and stuff."

Rejected by the weirdo. Fascinating.

"Bet that was super awkward."

Yoongi blinked. What? He had assumed that Gyungho would assume the heterosexual explanation of him wanting to be with the girl. Everyone always did. That Gyungho didn't... Were there rumours about him being gay? Or was Gyungho...

What did he even do now? Yoongi took another sip of coffee to buy himself some time. All right, maybe he was overreacting. Yeah, no, he was. He replayed what exactly Gyungho had said. No, he was the one jumping to conclusions here. Or was he?

Whatever. Yoongi just kept it neutral. "Teenagers are always overly dramatic, huh? Although I'm still no good at dating."

"Me neither. Doesn't matter who I date, it crashes and burns." Gyungho didn't seem so bothered, he was a lot more chill about himself these days. After years of struggle, chaos, pain and trying to off himself... he told his eomma and she didn't care so he didn't care. Nothing about sexuality bothered him, he was pretty open. "The last girl I dated, she burned my suits when I cheated on her. And the guy I cheated on her with, I dumped him cause he stole from me. I attract crazy."

He looked up at Yoongi, just to check that he had it right. That his gaydar was on key. He just wanted to make sure that Yoongi wasn't gonna get weird with him.

"Also I'm just bad at dating so it's more on me. Maybe I'm the true crazy."

"I doubt Namjoon is any good at dating either. I mean, for all I know he's married with four children, but..." Well, he didn't seem to have changed much, so Yoongi doubted that was it. he shrugged and shook his head. Damn, it was still so very weird and almost unsettling, seeing Namjoon like that. No preparation, just him sitting across from him. "Anyway. Maybe we both just haven't met the right person. That's what they say, don't they? I just keep meeting a lot of the wrong person."

"No, that boy is single. He told me that he's married to lady justice. And he has a cat... otherwise, no. He lives alone. I've seen his apartment... it's terrifying." They came in once when he reported a break in and Gyungho had never seen so much stuff. He gave Yoongi a serious look. "Straight up hoarders nest, man. There's stuff everywhere."

And he was happy to never go back. "I always meet the wrong people. I kind of like it though, that's my fun and all."

"See, I figure I'm the wrong person." Seemed logical to him, after nothing working out for him in relationships ever. One mess after the other and heartbreak he had never gotten over at the very start. Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. "He's been living here forever, bad area, makes sense he'd not be in the best of shapes. I blame this city."

And he blamed circumstances. Maybe even himself. Namjoon had needed a friend more than anything and if Yoongi hadn't confessed, maybe they could have kept being friends. Was all of this really worth the off chance that it would work out? "I don't believe in love outside of movies and murder cases."

"The city sucks. That's why we're here. Worst part of the city. Way worse than Daegu, you're gonna be overworked and no time to date. Probably how you like it, yeah?" Gyungho smiled knowingly as he got up, grabbing his coffee. "I'll run the license plates, you can finish typing up the report. I'll hit you up for lunch."

Well, why not? He might as well bond with the newbie.

Namjoon can't even

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