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CHAPTER 30 - For two

**A few hours earlier...**

Jimin and Namjoon had just left the office, heading towards the car to catch a movie. Half an hour later, they were finally seated, watching a sci-fi film, when Jimin's phone buzzed with a message. 

He decided to ignore it, yawning. *Probably Suzy.* 

Little did he know, it was just a notification for a package delivered the day before. Namjoon, of course, didn't let that slip by unnoticed. 

"The address doesn't match his home." Namjoon was determined to understand Jimin's actions. 

It wasn't too far-fetched to think Jimin might be sending something to a secret lover. Namjoon had dealt with plenty of infidelity cases—it was, after all, the majority of his work these days Murders and kidnappings were rare on his schedule now. 

Early in his career, he'd seen plenty of heavy cases, but nowadays, he preferred to work on less intense investigations, giving him more time for personal projects... and keeping his sanity intact. 

It wasn't a matter of capability; Namjoon still had it in him. But detectives who only deal with dark crimes have short careers, and he didn't want to lose his mind in the process. 

**Present time.** 

The film ended, and they left the theater. Jimin wanted to get rid of Namjoon as soon as possible and head over to see *you* because, in his head, it had been *way* too long since he last saw you. 

*How do I get again rid of this dude?* He tried thinking of an excuse, but nothing came to mind. You were the only thing occupying his brain. *Love doesn't just make you blind, apparently, it makes you dumb too.* 

Namjoon interrupted his thoughts. "How about we grab a drink?" 

There were three things Jimin couldn't resist—first, there was you, then dumplings, and finally, alcohol. He loved it. Not in a problematic way, just... he appreciated it. It was one of the reasons he got along so well with Tae—he *loved* Tae's drinks. 

Their friendship wasn't just built on that, but it was definitely something they vibed over, even if Tae didn't actually drink that much himself. Namjoon had noticed the way Jimin lit up at the suggestion, and soon they were sitting at a table in one of the city's chicest bars. Jimin liked to drink in places with a little style. Jimin placed his phone on the table, totally oblivious to Namjoon's secret plan. 

The waiter approached with a polite nod, "Good evening, gentlemen..." 

Time passed, and the table slowly filled with empty bottles and scattered glasses. Despite the circumstances, Namjoon found himself at ease, sipping drinks and engaging in casual conversation with Jimin. It was almost unsettling how easily the detective blended into the moment—talking business, investments, random things like how to hit on girls, and, of all things, meat. There was a weird comfort in their banter, something effortless about it.

Jimin seemed just as relaxed, unaware of the layers beneath Namjoon's surface. To him, Namjoon was just a guy—someone he dosent mind to talk to, laugh with in this instance, nothing more. But Namjoon? He was secretly sharp, always calculating, even as he raised his glass and nodded along. He could hold his liquor too—maybe a little too well. After a while, Namjoon leaned back in his chair, his voice calm as ever. "I'll be right back, just gotta hit the restroom." 

Jimin barely looked up, swirling his drink and offering a lazy nod his fingers lazily running through his hair as if to say, "Sure, go ahead, no rush." Nothing felt off. Nothing felt wrong.