The eyes of strangers, perhaps even dangers, stared down the unknown. The words that so effortlessly once flowed from their mouths lost their rhythm upon the presences of people of positions unknown to them.

There were eight in the crowd, three women and five men or so Jimin came to the conclusion from his eyes on the ground. He kept his position steady and ready for either a dash or a slight sway. Yoongi was at his side with head held high and mighty, ready to do the speaking. Jimin was there to listen and provide help if needed.

"May we help you gentlemen?" A raspy voice of a woman asked the pair.

Yoongi grinned. "Not sure if you can sweetheart but perhaps one of the men here can. I'm looking for the one selling a dyed drug."

At the description of the object they searched for Jimin almost tilted his head upwards in confusion. A dyed drug? He was expecting something not so odd.

"Dyed?" A man repeated. "What makes you think what you're looking for is dyed shorty?"

Chuckles erupted from the crowd of bandits. Yoongi joined them as to keep the atmosphere light.

"Because I've heard rumors. Listen my friend told me her friend got her this new drug and they said I could get it from here, I just want to know if it's you guys I can ask for it from."

A blonde woman whispered into one of the men's ear while the other's simply avoided Yoongi's gaze or looked straight at him. As that happened there was a change with one of the men in the crowd but had gone unnoticed by everyone except Jimin for he himself was what was part of that change. He, in the slowest motion he could, inched closer to Yoongi. Eyes he could not see but feel were piercing into his back and trying to peek at what was being covered by the black hood.

"Nah, that ain't us but we know who can help you." The blonde woman said finally. "We'll help you but first, what's the deal with him?"

Apparently the one man's behavior had not gone unnoticed. He had not been the only one wondering about Jimin's quietness, they all been. The crowd agreed with the woman, they wanted to know what was up with the silent stranger who hid his face from them. Jimin cleared his throat to speak and also buy him time to think of what to say. However it wasn't necessary, Yoongi came to his aid.

"He's lost his voice."

"Yeah," Snickered the only female who had not spoken."I wonder doing what."

Her suggestive tone and looks between the strangers were enough for everyone , including Jimin, to know what she meant by the simple statement. The group made sounds and laughed at the self-interpreted comment before turning their attention to the important matter at hand.

"Alright tough boy, quit the glaring I'll help. Come back tomorrow night and ask for Ravi. He doesn't tend to stay here in the corner as much so ya better pray you come at the right time."

"Which is?"

Everyone shrugged.

Yoongi sighed. "Great information. Thanks for almost nothing."

The woman saluted him off and the duo took their leave. Jimin stayed close to Yoongi, still he felt the dangerous look on his back. He could hear the group laughing as they turned to the corner where Yoongi's car came back into sight. Once inside and out of the area, Jimin put down the hood and looked to his partner not so pleased.

"You're going to get wrinkles faster like that."

"Seriously!?"

Yoongi nodded. "Yeah, that's why my mother never laughs. She says-"

Jimin let out a loud groan that stopped Yoongi from talking. He was not caring for the wrinkles that would form about his forehead. The younger was upset at his partner for what he had said, what had brought laughter upon the group of intimating people whose faces he never got to see.

"You couldn't have said anything else?" Jimin exhaled. "Now they think-"

"Let them think what they want, it doesn't matter to us."

Jimin begged to differ, it did matter to him. He didn't want those people thinking he had some sort of non-professional relationship with Yoongi, especially a romantic one. The joke of the woman left him uneasy and feeling embarrsement yet his partner seemed unfazed by it. Jimin would not admit it but it was true what was said about him, he thought too much what people think about him.

"Quit your pouting, where am I taking you?"

"Somewhere to die." Jimin groaned.

"Fine, where's the nearest cemetery?"

At the suggestion the younger whined even louder which unknown to him brought the slightest grin on Yoongi's face. It did not last very long nor did Jimin see it but the noise he made had brought a bit of a amusement to the person he had described as a rock the morning of yesterday. He in the end did give Yoongi his address.

"I've heard there a lot of crime this area." Yoongi commented as they entered the streets close to the one Jimin lived on.

The younger looked to the people roaming the streets in the early hours of the new day. "I guess but it's okay, I am a cop after all."

"You're detective."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Same thing."

"It's not."

The younger sighed in defeat. "Whatever you say Yoongi."

"That's right."

At the words of triumphant, Jimin turned his head to look at the male. This time he could see the curving of his lip only this time it was not a grin, it was a smirk. Jimin scoffed which only caused the lip to curve up even more. Yoongi was greatly enjoying the defeat of the other.

"That's what gets you to look alive?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe. Now get off, I want to go home."

The car had been stopped right in front of the apartment complex that was not Jimin's, his was two back. However, he did not make a big deal of it, only mentioned it to Yoongi before getting out. The male drove off as soon as he was free to do so. Jimin just listen to the engine go off in the distance while walking the opposite direction.

The journey home that day had been an exhausting one which was why when the male put his partner's sweater back on after his bath, he had not noticed. The being was so tired that he had not become fully aware of how greatly he enjoyed the scent traveling up his nostrils nor how comfortable he felt in the clothing that did not belong to him. To say the very least, Park Jimin slept comfortably in the clothing that belonged to his work partner, Min Yoongi.

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lil fluffy at the end there cuz why the hell not.

Hope you enjoyed!

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