Strip

September 19th, 2:23 P.M.

"Give me your phone."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at the detective, looking up from where he was laying on the couch, scrolling through his feeds. "You do know the words 'please' and 'thank you', right? Or did you skip preschool?"

Yoongi just held his hand out.

Namjoon sighed dramatically but handed it over, trusting the detective.

Yoongi went to the app store and searched for a specific app. After it downloaded, he added his number to the boys contacts and then tossed the phone back to the boy.

"What's this?" Namjoon asked, looking at the new icon on his screen.

"A GPS tracker. So I can know where you are." Yoongi pulled out his own phone, where he had the same app installed. "It saves your location and updates it every minute. The data gets sent to my phone, so I can see where you are at all times."

Normally, Namjoon would vehemently argue having this app on his device, but considering all that was going on, and knowing Yoongi only installed it for Namjoon's safety and not to invade his privacy, the student nodded.

After this was all over he would just uninstall it anyways.

"Wait, where are you going? You just got back." Namjoon was confused as he watched Yoongi grab his jacket.

"Running an errand. Stay here. Where's your friend?"

"His name is Seokjin, you know. And he's gathering my things for me from the dorm since I was expelled."

Yoongi just nodded, shutting the door behind him as he left.

Namjoon got up from the couch to watch him drive away, feeling lonely once the detective was out of sight.

Pouting, he dialed Yoongi's number.

"Didn't I tell you to call me for emergencies only?" Yoongi sighed, picking up on the first ring.

"No?"

"Well it was implied."

"A tsundere like you is secretly glad I called." Namjoon grinned, pleased he was the source of the detective's grudging fondness.

Instead of answering, there was a brief mumble of vowels and consonants, and Namjoon laughed.

"That's the exact response of a true tsundere after being called a tsundere."

"What do you want, whore?" Yoongi snapped, and Namjoon imagined his cheeks were pink.

"Where are you going?"

"Errand."

"If it was a regular errand like going grocery shopping or to the bank you would have let me come with. So what illegal thing are you about to do?"

Yoongi could have smirked at how well the boy knew him.

"Nothing, slut."

"Mhm. You know I could get this tracker to work both ways, right?"

"Now you sound like Seojoonie."

Namjoon felt a blushing pride at being compared to older brother.

"If you must know, I'm following up with a likely suspect."

"You found the killer?" Namjoon was shocked.

"Maybe. Gotta iron out a few details first."

"Who is it?"

"Gotta go. Stay inside."

"Yoon-"

The call ended.