Yoongi nodded his head, agreeing with Gyungho. He headed out of the room first, hands in his pockets. Damn it, now Minjun couldn't check him for rings. Whatever, he could focus on the hot cop instead, smiling as he walked next to him.
"You know, this is still the best way I've ever met a cop." If he was being honest here. It wasn't as if Minjun had ever really broken the law in any serious way, but of course there was some drunken misconduct and a little bit of vandalism, skateboarding back in the day... Well, partying was fun and cops often disagreed with it.
"Somehow, I'm not even shocked. Bet you have a bigger file than him." He let Minjun out and then locked the door behind them, giving Namjoon some time to chill and think about what he was done. "Look, I know your brother is a bit... unique. He's been helpful in the past but this shit has gotta stop. I'll get him off on a caution this time if the drugs are fake but it's gotta stop."
No more Sherlocking around their offices, no more spying and undercover work. It can't last. "If he wants to be a cop, he should have gone to school and trained."
"The drugs are fake. Namjoon never lies. I don't think he can. Like an elf." Was that a weird reference? Probably. Whatever. "You know that he couldn't become a cop. Psych evaluation." It wasn't easy, being Namjoon. Minjun had tried to do career counselling, but obviously that hadn't helped much.
"He has a drive to fight for justice, but unless he gets bitten by a radioactive spider some time soon, I'm not sure what the best way for that is."
That said, Minjun smiled. "If you are interested in my file, you should look it up. I bet my phone number is in there too."
"You're hitting on me here and now, huh? Ballsy." He smirked a little and then shook his head, unsure what to even do. "You and your brother are quite a pair, lemme tell you." Without answering too much whether or not he would, he put an arm around Minjun and guided him to a seat. "Sit here and I'll get you coffee. Try not to cause me any trouble and we'll see what happens."
And with that, he headed off to the coffee - cause that's where Yoongi always was. And that was where he found him. "Rough day, huh?"
Yoongi held a cup of coffee with both hands, warming his fingers. They really needed better heating in that interrogation room. Or maybe it wasn't even that cold and it was just his nerves getting to him. He looked at Gyungho and shrugged. "I've had better days. You realise how lucky Namjoon is that we caught him? Imagine what they'd have done to anyone if they'd caught on that he was selling fake stuff to them."
But Namjoon probably didn't even realise that. Damn it. "I want to lock him up just to protect him from himself."
"Oh yeah, that's the real worry here. I'm concerned about him and his stupid methods. If he got caught by someone, he'd be ripped apart in seconds." The druggies in this town were like hyenas, they'd rip him apart. Namjoon had no idea what he was doing. "He's never gone this far before... he really must want to avoid seeing you." Man, whatever happened between them, it really was awkward. For both of them.
"He said they threw a rock at his cat. He's been narking on them for months now... they gotta know." They were probably pissed. "Wouldn't be shocked if they were harassing him."
"Yeah. So if they had gotten him this time instead of us, it would have been on me. Because I know how he works, of course he'd just avoid me. He blanked me out for a month and a half back in high school." Their last interaction. Or lack thereof. Yoongi took a deep breath now, looking at the ground. What could they do now? "Is there any way we could take him into protective custody? Or just... I don't know, find out where the supposed brother lives, maybe we can just force him to move there."
"We can't. We don't have the resources. I mean... we could condemn his apartment, it's a hazard." He had been in there, it was truly horrendous. "We have two choices - we go and prep his apartment, put some kind of emergency button in there maybe or we just sort of ... let him go with a warning and press upon his brother the importance of him moving."
That was all he could see having an impact. Little else. "There's little we can really do unless he actually has drugs. We'd have to let him go on a caution."
"Now I wish he had had drugs." Damn it. Yoongi felt like he couldn't breathe so well. This was the worst. "I used to look out for him, back in school. Back since always. Wasn't easy." And apparently Namjoon insisted on making it even harder. He shook his head and breathed out slowly. All right, they could figure this out. As best they could. "What about that brother. Do we charge him with anything? He's an impostor, technically."
"Nah, I mean we could but do you really want to do all the paperwork for that? It's not gonna make Namjoon any less dangerous and he wouldn't even get jail time. He'd probably get off with it." Cause he did it for family in a moment of panic - any good lawyer could argue their way out of that one. "Besides, it'd make Namjoon even more resistant to come to us if something bad happens."
So no, not a good idea. "Also he's hot and vibing on me hard."
"So tattooed he can't even cover it up with a full suit and bleached hair? You have dangerous tastes, hyung." Yoongi shook his head in mock disapproval, knowing he'd have to head back in there. Deal with Namjoon. He dreaded that. He had to find a way to get through to him. "How about I go vibe on the hot tattoo guy and you go deal with my awkward childhood friend?" That seemed way more fair.
"Deal. Just play nice, don't arrest him or lose your temper and don't threaten him. He could sue us." He was just saying. He gave Yoongi a slap on the back and headed off, running into the drugs guy on the way by. Pulling out his radio, he sent a quick message to Yoongi. "Drugs are false by the way."
Yoongi returned to the interrogation room, simply sitting down across from Namjoon and sighing. He looked at Namjoon and attempted a smile. "Don't worry. The drug analysis came back, we know you didn't have actual drugs. You aren't in any trouble and I guess your brother is hitting on my partner."
So that was happening. Weird? Whatever. He had already gotten used to Gyungho being a bit different than others. "Joon-ah. I'm worried about you. I don't know what you think I feel towards you, but mostly I'm just genuinely concerned for your safety. Do you understand why?"
Namjoon shook his head. "You're a worrier, maybe? I'm okay. I'm fine. Like, not always fine, got a bit of a dry skin issue lately but otherwise, I'm pretty good. This was just a set back but it won't be something I do again. Promise. You don't need to be concerned." He paused before adding. "For me on the streets or my dry skin. I had that checked. It's not skin cancer."
Which he assumed but he had it checked cause he didn't want to die. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets and looked at the table instead of Yoongi. "Can I go now?"
"Not yet. I need you to understand it first." And he had no idea how to explain it to Namjoon. "Your neighbourhood is far from safe. And, yes, there is drug dealing and more. Worse. The issue is that people are starting to catch on to you being the one that is feeding information. They could have been the one to catch you."
Could he make Namjoon understand? "Do you know what it would have been like for me to have to investigate your murder and realise it happened because I made you too uncomfortable to come to the police?"
Yoongi blinked, swallowing. Damn it, he wasn't going to cry here. "I want you to be safe."
"I mean, I know. Of course I know what goes on where I live. I live there. Unlike you, I never left." Same place as when Yoongi went, he still lived on that exact street and he'd brought a property off someone who used to know his father. He was a dodgy man but he gave him cheap rent and Namjoon paid him with cash he made doing internet security. It was cheap, small and had a lot of black mold. Probably why he had bad skin.
"I'm not looking to die. I'm looking to do what's right. I won't stop trying. I have things I have to solve, people I have to protect. I can't do that if I'm hiding." Besides, he didn't have much choice. They literally dealt outside his house, it was hard to ignore.
"I won't make a mistake again so don't worry." Why did he even worry? Left over feelings, he guessed. "I've been doing it for a long time without you around."
This was really painful and Yoongi stared down at the table. Breathing, he could breathe. It wasn't as if he was panicking, it was just a lot. A lot that he hadn't expected. Was Namjoon angry at him for leaving? As if he had had a choice in that.
As if Namjoon had even bothered saying goodbye to him. He still remembered pushing his email address into Namjoon's hand and, after that, the weeks of always booting up the slow computer they had at home, opening his email account with his heart beating up to his throat only for it to be empty or filled with weird penis enlargement spam. Yoongi really thought that he'd be over his feelings for Namjoon by now, but here he was. His heart was beating fast again. "You should move in with your brother. And you should go to the police again, if you see something. Report it. Don't do anything like that again."
He looked up, hoping to catch Namjoon's eyes. "Please."
"I like my apartment. Besides, his apartment doesn't allow pets and I have a cat. I'm not moving in with him. His house gives me a headache too." The smell of weed, incense and all those weird painted walls? He felt like a hippie there. He nodded his head a little though and wrapped his arms around himself. "I won't do anything again like that and I will report my crimes. I promise."
But no moving. He liked his apartment.
"I'm sorry that me being me still causes you such pain but I can't stop being me. If I could, I would have stopped by now." He smiled sadly and looked up at Yoongi. "Can I go now?"
"You are the one who doesn't want to see me so badly that you couldn't even come here to report a crime. So, yeah, I'm sorry I work here. I don't know if I can get transferred just because I'm making a guy I kissed once uncomfortable, but I'll ask, if you want." All right, Yoongi knew he was being irrational and losing his temper, but it was like there was a wall between them, where Namjoon had to misinterpret everything about him, and that was beginning to drive him more than a little crazy.
"I didn't mean it like that... can I go? I really want to just go." Cause he didn't want to have a fight but Yoongi was gunning for him and he didn't know what to do. He was still not over it. Of course he wasn't. Namjoon should have told him what was wrong but he didn't. And now look where it was. "And I'm not uncomfortable because you kissed me." He was uncomfortable because he'd wronged someone.
And seeing them every day was going to be hard. "I just didn't want to come here. They've been trying to stop me for years now and I finally stop and everyone gets pissed at me."
"It's my job to protect you and keep you safe!" Yoongi realised how that sounded and, yeah, it sounded exactly the way he meant it, but he knew he couldn't let it stand just like that, so he clarified. "I mean. I have to do that with every citizen."
He just muttered it, he knew he didn't sound convincing. "I'm a cop." So there. And now he was a blushing cop. Damn it, this had gone about as badly as it could have. "...look. I'm sorry. I promise, I'll just avoid you when you are next here. You won't have to deal with me."
"Sure." Namjoon nodded and then he got up because he wanted to go out to Minjun, go home and curl up with Yoongi. The cat, not the man. "You can't protect me and keep me safe if you avoid me so it's a bit paradoxical." Just saying. He bit his lower lip and hoped Yoongi would take the hint and let him out of the room.
"I-- I'm sorry." What else did he say? He didn't know how to express all his regrets and sadness in such a small window of time while in an interrogation room.
"I'll just have to protect you and keep you safe from afar. Without you knowing." Or something. Yoongi got up and walked over to the door, opening it. This had gone even worse than he thought it would have. "Your brother was wrapping up things with Gyungho-hyung."
Both legally and, probably, in other ways as well, but he could let Namjoon figure that out by himself. "Your brother seems nice. By the way. For a fake lawyer."
"He's a bit much but he is my family-- and my only friend so I have to tolerate stuff with him. He usually makes a better fake doctor than fake lawyer." Just saying. He smiled a little and then nodded, heading into the hallway and letting Yoongi walk him out. "Now that I don't have to go to jail, he'll probably buy me lunch. That's the best part of my ... my week. When it happens."
Otherwise he just eats ramen and sits at his computer. "I'll see you around, Yoongi-ssi." He didn't know if he could call him hyung any more so he just bowed and headed off, hoping Minjun was done seducing a cop.
Yoongi wanted to tell Namjoon to call him hyung, hell, call him Yoongi. But of course he should really just take the hint. Namjoon didn't want to be familiar with him. So he just bowed. What could be even say now? "Goodbye, Namjoon-ssi."
That said he turned around and headed to the bathroom. Seemed like the safest bet, he felt like hiding.
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"You know, this is still the best way I've ever met a cop." If he was being honest here. It wasn't as if Minjun had ever really broken the law in any serious way, but of course there was some drunken misconduct and a little bit of vandalism, skateboarding back in the day... Well, partying was fun and cops often disagreed with it.
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No more Sherlocking around their offices, no more spying and undercover work. It can't last. "If he wants to be a cop, he should have gone to school and trained."
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"He has a drive to fight for justice, but unless he gets bitten by a radioactive spider some time soon, I'm not sure what the best way for that is."
That said, Minjun smiled. "If you are interested in my file, you should look it up. I bet my phone number is in there too."
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And with that, he headed off to the coffee - cause that's where Yoongi always was. And that was where he found him. "Rough day, huh?"
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But Namjoon probably didn't even realise that. Damn it. "I want to lock him up just to protect him from himself."
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"He said they threw a rock at his cat. He's been narking on them for months now... they gotta know." They were probably pissed. "Wouldn't be shocked if they were harassing him."
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That was all he could see having an impact. Little else. "There's little we can really do unless he actually has drugs. We'd have to let him go on a caution."
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So no, not a good idea. "Also he's hot and vibing on me hard."
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They were talc, paracetamol and kitty litter.
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So that was happening. Weird? Whatever. He had already gotten used to Gyungho being a bit different than others. "Joon-ah. I'm worried about you. I don't know what you think I feel towards you, but mostly I'm just genuinely concerned for your safety. Do you understand why?"
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Which he assumed but he had it checked cause he didn't want to die. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets and looked at the table instead of Yoongi. "Can I go now?"
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Could he make Namjoon understand? "Do you know what it would have been like for me to have to investigate your murder and realise it happened because I made you too uncomfortable to come to the police?"
Yoongi blinked, swallowing. Damn it, he wasn't going to cry here. "I want you to be safe."
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"I'm not looking to die. I'm looking to do what's right. I won't stop trying. I have things I have to solve, people I have to protect. I can't do that if I'm hiding." Besides, he didn't have much choice. They literally dealt outside his house, it was hard to ignore.
"I won't make a mistake again so don't worry." Why did he even worry? Left over feelings, he guessed. "I've been doing it for a long time without you around."
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As if Namjoon had even bothered saying goodbye to him. He still remembered pushing his email address into Namjoon's hand and, after that, the weeks of always booting up the slow computer they had at home, opening his email account with his heart beating up to his throat only for it to be empty or filled with weird penis enlargement spam. Yoongi really thought that he'd be over his feelings for Namjoon by now, but here he was. His heart was beating fast again. "You should move in with your brother. And you should go to the police again, if you see something. Report it. Don't do anything like that again."
He looked up, hoping to catch Namjoon's eyes. "Please."
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But no moving. He liked his apartment.
"I'm sorry that me being me still causes you such pain but I can't stop being me. If I could, I would have stopped by now." He smiled sadly and looked up at Yoongi. "Can I go now?"
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And seeing them every day was going to be hard. "I just didn't want to come here. They've been trying to stop me for years now and I finally stop and everyone gets pissed at me."
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He just muttered it, he knew he didn't sound convincing. "I'm a cop." So there. And now he was a blushing cop. Damn it, this had gone about as badly as it could have. "...look. I'm sorry. I promise, I'll just avoid you when you are next here. You won't have to deal with me."
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"I-- I'm sorry." What else did he say? He didn't know how to express all his regrets and sadness in such a small window of time while in an interrogation room.
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Both legally and, probably, in other ways as well, but he could let Namjoon figure that out by himself. "Your brother seems nice. By the way. For a fake lawyer."
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Otherwise he just eats ramen and sits at his computer. "I'll see you around, Yoongi-ssi." He didn't know if he could call him hyung any more so he just bowed and headed off, hoping Minjun was done seducing a cop.
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That said he turned around and headed to the bathroom. Seemed like the safest bet, he felt like hiding.