Strip

September 19th, 9:45 P.M.

"How is he?" Yoongi asked the doctor, peering at the boy on the bed.

"We checked his vitals and ran his bloodwork for poison and everything checks out. A few bruises from the fall and a small cut on his side that we patched up but other than that he's perfectly healthy. You're lucky you were there in time, it could have been a lot worse if you hadn't caught him."

Despite having such good news, Namjoon didn't look happy; scratching at the cot he was sitting on with his nail, looking at the floor.

"Thanks." Yoongi told the doctor, not taking his eyes off the boy. "When he can he come home?"

"Any time. We've finished all our tests so he's free to leave whenever."

Yoongi grabbed the boys clothes that he had brought over in a bag and walked to the bed, handing him the bag. "Here. Get changed."

Namjoon wordlessly snatched the bag from him, yanking off the thin blue gown the hospital had given him when they had checked him over.

Yoongi turned away to give him privacy, looking out the window.

"Done." Namjoon muttered a few moments later, sliding off the cot.

Yoongi could tell something seemed up with the student, but he didn't want to push him. "I'm taking you back to my house, Jungkook will stay with you until I get back."

Namjoon didn't say anything, didn't look at the detective as he headed out the door.

Yoongi followed, stopping at the front desk to sign the boy out of the hospital, but Namjoon kept going; taking long strides into the parking lot.

"Hey," Yoongi called after him, putting the pen down to run after him. "What's wrong? Finding out your best friend was secretly killing people for you wasn't enough for you? You're already bored?"

"Not bored." Namjoon yanked his arm away when Yoongi tried to grab it.

"Then what's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"You're not acting like it's nothing." Yoongi stopped and crossed his arms.

Namjoon huffed. "It doesn't matter, just leave it alone."

"Fine, then stop acting like a dramatic middle schooler."

"Fine."

"Fine, then great."

"Great."

Yoongi didn't know what to do. After a few moments of Namjoon glaring at the ground, the boy looked up at him.

"Are we just going to stand here in the parking lot and slowly freeze to death or will you unlock the car?"

Yoongi unlocked the car and they both wordlessly slid in.

Sure, going through all of this had to be traumatizing, but Namjoon didn't appear to be traumatized. His shock had worn off after Seokjin had been arrested, and he was physically fine. Mentally and emotionally, maybe not, but Yoongi didn't know how to fix that.

"I know a good therapist." He said after a few minutes of silent driving. "She helped me after I lost Seojoonie. I'll call her and-"

"I don't need a stupid therapist." Namjoon muttered, looking out the window.

"You need to talk to somebody."

"Fine, then I'll talk to Jungkook."

For some reason, the detective was a little surprised that Namjoon hadn't picked him. A little...hurt. He had thought he was the closest person to the stripper now, and wondered why Namjoon didn't want to talk to him.