Danger | Sope ✓

Code 30

Yoongi doesn't remember the last time he was this happy.

He could name the first few things that come to his mind: when he first got Holly, returning to Korea for his mother's birthday, his badging ceremony.

But winning Seokjin over rock-paper-scissors when deciding on who should pay for their dinner- now that was different.

It was a different type of euphoria, a different type of bubbly happiness Yoongi almost forgot within the confines of the hospital.

And the deep frown set on Seokjin's face only brought even more unbridled joy into Yoongi. Call him cruel if you will. He just didn't want to pay for their dinner.

"At least let me choose the place we eat," Seokjin groans, blinking furiously after taking out his contacts. Poor guy had them on all day, placing them into a container carefully. "Watch out, you asshole!" He hissed when Yoongi halted at a red light, the liquid inside the containers almost spilling. "But last time you chose, we went to an expensive ass Korean barbeque."

"Hey, I saw an opportunity, and I took it," Yoongi bubbles at his partner's dramatic display. The older reaches into the glove box and pulling out his glasses case and replacing his contacts with thin, round specs. "Sure, whatever. Choose whatever you want. You're paying anyway."

Yoongi was fine with whatever Seokjin chose.Any outside food beat the hospital food he suffered through.

As Seokjin told Yoongi about a recently opened sushi place nearby, he turned up the radio, mouthing along to song lyrics dramatically and using his glasses case as an impromptu microphone. He even leans toward Yoongi, shaking his shoulders and clapping to the song.

His partner only grimaces.

He knew Yoongi didn't really like Ariana Grande and played that into his entertainment.

This was only one of the many friendly shenanigans during their many nighttime shifts together. To make a short list, some few things they've done are: pulling over drivers (drunk, high, or otherwise), saving dogs from the streets, arresting minor drug dealers, sitting on a curb for an hour just telling each other how much they hate the other, sharing a small tub of ice cream as shameless guilty pleasure, or anything else Seokjin's peculiar brain could come up with. Of course, they always keep an ear out for their radio for any trouble, but they always manage to have fun with each other.

Yoongi's missed this. Yoongi never mentioned it to Seokjin, but no matter what he did, no matter how weird he is, he could never suppress the smile that spread on the younger's face (unless Seokjin pipes up with his lame-ass jokes. But Yoongi's grown used to it, he guessed). And spending months in a bland room, in a bland bed, eating bland food, made Yoongi enjoy these nothings with Seokjin even more.

"1A56, unknown trouble, code 2-HIGH, incident 603," The dispatcher interrupted Jin who rolled his eyes.

"This is 1A56, show us en route," Seokjin replies, turning off the regular radio.

"Dinner delayed," Yoongi sighs, exasperated, though smiling small at his partner as he follows the navigation system. "You're in luck today, Jin."

"Me? I've been wanting to go to that sushi place for a while. I'll be as miserable as you."

"Overtime strikes again," Yoongi huffs out a laugh, pulling up at their destination. It was a small, quaint house in an obscure street in South Central. Too quiet of a neighborhood. There were some dogs barking from the house over when Seokjin and Yoongi get out of the patrol car, staring at the house. The orange haze from the streetlights above humming down at them as they walked across the street.