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[12]: Busted

"Y/N?"

"No..."

"...Yes?"

"Nope. Not Y/N. I don't even know an 'Y/N'. That's a weird name."

"Y/N, it's me, Suga!" he says, a mixture of fear and frustration on his face. "Why are you pretending you don't know me as if we haven't been friends for years?"

You sigh, completely busted.

Then, you defeatedly pull your hoodie off of your head, looking at him with a sad smile and pink cheeks.

"Hi, Yoongi."

"Hi, Y/N," he smiles warmly, relieved that he hadn't gotten the wrong person. He opens his arms and welcomes you into a hug. "Fuck, you scared me. What are you doing? And what's this?"

You rest your chin against his shoulder, depleting like a balloon low on air. Yoongi let's you rest against him for a moment as you embrace each other, and then he pulls away and reaches up to touch the hair by your ears.

"Shit, you cut it short!" he smiles happily. "It looks good!"

"Yeah, I did," you groan. "How are you?"

"How am I? Y/N. How are you? You completely disappeared off the face of the Earth! Nobody has heard from you in over a year; do you have any idea how worried Mia was?"

"How is she?" you peep at the mere mention of your friend.

Yoongi drops his smile, "You didn't answer a single one of my questions."

You tilt your head, a tired look in your eye. "It's a long story."

Yoongi shrugs and holds out his hand, pointing to a nearby table. "Take a seat, then."

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"I sure as hell wasn't expecting all that."

You can only muster a chuckle, nodding your eyebrows and stirring your coffee in front of you.

Your arms rest on the table as you finish up explaining everything to Yoongi.

"So, how do you like being a cop?"

You shrug, demonstrating your opinion on the matter. And then you grin sheepishly, looking up at Yoongi through your eyebrows.

"They're transferring me to narcotics."

You can visibly see Yoongi's stomach pit at the mention of it, and you quickly understand why.

"Narcs?"

"Yup." you nod and bring your coffee cup up to your mouth to take a sip. "But, don't worry, I know what you're thinking. We work case-specific and i'd never dob you in."

Yoongi isn't convinced. He looks on-edge but like he really wants to believe his friend wouldn't go and tell her coworkers who had been supplying all the weed around school.

"I promise, Yoon. You can trust me."

"Okay..."

It was awkward, for a moment. There was something unsettling in the tense curve of his face, and the glint in his eye. The set of his jaw alone held what seemed to be resistance.

A drug dealer and a narc being friends?

Cliche, if anything.

But eventually, you both manage to get back into the casual swing of your much-needed catch up.

"I can't believe all those dudes you trained with believed you were a guy. I mean, maybe it's just because I know you, but I'd definitely be able to tell."