A/N:

If you're curious there is a severe lack of honorifics used, this is by design. The boys aren't just rude bastards... well, not entirely. But if you're wondering, the agent is close in age with the two.

03: 'TUT TUT NOW BOYS, LET'S NOT FIGHT'

AKA THE TIME THERE WAS AN AGENT MINWOO DIDN'T LIKE

"YOU'RE LATE," AGENT Kim said in a way of greeting as they both trudged forward, Grayson carrying Ms. Bae as strongly and gently as he could, while Minwoo paused just a few feet away from the agent.

He patted her head as she settled down, still sound asleep. "You'll be home soon, little bride. Pick a better boyfriend, huh?"

Though her head did hit the ceiling a little bit, soon enough this will be a distant dream to her if she's lucky; back in her life of extravagant riches and hopefully better background checks on future husbands. After all, the Bride Murderers were now moaning about injustice.

Minwoo tilted his head, his gaze woefully blank. "Are you docking points for tardiness now, agent?"

"No."

"Then why would you bring up being late? If it isn't relevant to my wellbeing or affecting the points I need to live as a free man, then you can keep them to yourself." Minwoo rolled his cane, much to the annoyance of Agent Kim. He looked like any other agent Minwoo has ever had the unfortunate of meeting.

What's worse is that he gets to see this one every time he finishes a job.

Lucky.

"Tut, tut now boys, let's not fight." Grayson stretched his arms wide, and greeted the agent with a big grin and an ignored hug. He compensated by hugging himself. "How have you been, Agent Kim? You're looking a lot fitter these days. Been binging time at the gym, huh?"

Agent Kim's eyes slid scornfully to the big guy, a whole two feet over him and incredibly thicker muscles. He did this without actually looking scornful, same stoic, I Am Better Than You face. "None of your business." He turned back to his agent mode, addressing Minwoo entirely. "As usual, that's five thousand points each. Though, care to explain all the gang members we had to rush to the hospital?"

"They're not dead aren't they?"

"No, but their vitals have been unstable ever since. The doctors can't figure out what was ingested specifically, but they tested some samples, and they said it was a weird cocktail with traces of deadly pathogens as well cyanide specifically from apple cores. And that's of the few things they can identify. Care to explain?"

"Their vitals have been unstable? For how long?"

Agent Kim raised a stoic eyebrow. "Ever since ingestion."

"Interesting."

"Interesting?"

Minwoo shrugged, smile lazy. "It's a new formula. I haven't tested it yet apart from today."

"You - You've just made them?" Agent Kim drew back, disgust and anger twisted his features. Minwoo trampled a grin. No matter how much the agent hid his emotions, they bubble up ready and armed to give him away. "And you used them?"

"What? They are alive aren't they?"

"Barely!" The agent grinded his teeth. "One of the gang members' heart stopped on the way to the hospital but was hopefully revived. They're still monitoring his condition, though he's the most stable right now. And yet that still doesn't excuse this unethical method."

Minwoo arched an eyebrow at unethical but also out of revelation. "His vitals stopped going up and down?"

"For now." The agent scowled. "Why do you keep obsessing over that?"

"Data. Obviously. You're incredibly dense today, agent?" Then more to himself, tapping his cane, "Is heart attack a solution to stabilise? Hm..."

At Agent Kim's twitching face of disbelief, Grayson elbowed Minwoo with pointed lips. "I think you broke the agent."

The agent's head snapped to Grayson, then straightened himself and his suit as if he was slapped back into existence. "I am not broken because I am not a thing to be broken. I was only pointing out the fact that it is incredibly irresponsible for Mr. Park to use an unauthorised concocted chemical on people without knowing how this would react on their systems."

"Yes, but they're still alive," Grayson pointed out. "And technically, we don't operate on authorisation letters, sir."

"And if they do die, do contact me agent. It's optimal for my data." Minwoo shuffled and spun, irritating the agent further. He considered irritation as a point of basketball with the agent. This time, he was the one who scored.

"I've had enough of this unnecessary, irrelevant conversation," he continued as he sauntered off. "Contact us quickly for another case, too. Unlike this one that took four months. Get on it, will you?" He turned to smile as if he was really a villain from a movie. "It's already unfair how much you count these big operations considering there are only two operatives in the field managing it. And today, that was about 103 operatives against us."

The agent blinked. "That's the precise count."

Minwoo's smile is bitter coffee incarnate. "I know. Grayson?"

"Coming."

Grayson saluted the agent and trudged towards his partner. He slowed his pace a little when there was a soft click and a purr of the agent's silent car. As soon as there was sufficient amount of distance between the angel of the law and the devils, there was a tiny ping from his wrist, the thin, tight band a promise and a salvation.

He didn't have to check to know that 5000 points were knocked out off the total he needs so he could stop becoming every other international security's most wanted man.

A bargain for a bad man to get his record wiped clean.

Though there were still more cases to go, therefore more points to get, Grayson smiled as the cool breeze of an open world brushed his face, remembering his time at the Maxi when even the air was stale.

• • •

"Hey Minwoo," Grayson called out, a hand on his room's door knob.

Their house was dark and silent, and even with his partner moving around, he moved like a ghost.

Minwoo was already shedding his coat and pulling through the carton of banana milks, a straw between his teeth, when he briefly turned and grunted what Grayson assumed was a 'yes?'

"You did test your little project before giving it to them right, right?"

Minwoo snorted.

"Okay, yep, cool talk."

Minwoo spat the plastic down on his desk. Much of their shared living room was Minwoo's. There was only one room in the house. Minwoo had insisted Grayson take it while Minwoo took the sofa. Thought to be a thoughtful bargain for his new partner was quickly abolished because this actually meant he also included half of the kitchen transformed into a chemist lab's wet dream and half the living room into his office slash sleeping quarters that consisted pretty much of the leather couch.

Anyone who entered through their space was bound to see a criminal activity painted perfectly - enough to send them back in jail. Piles of notes, targets, and x-ed mark cases that the government has been trying to resolve for years, all mysteriously answered with what seemed like sheer dumb luck.

Grayson had asked Minwoo if they could name their duo that considering they were the sheer dumb luck that got these shits fixed.

"Oh, and Gray?"

"Yes, honey?"

Grayson could feel his scowl in the dark.

"We're open for business tomorrow so whatever hangover comes in your brain because of all the champagne down your throat, you better be sober for some clients."

"Wait, really?" Grayson groaned. "But we just finished a big case. Five thousand points big case!"

"And we still need points. No matter how little. Don't you want to get freedom from this? From hauling crime gangs to just... I don't know what you did before the military or what's your dream future - and frankly, I don't care so don't start a sob story - but aren't you tired?" He sighed. "I want out of this mess and fast, Gray. I'm tired of getting scolded for a couple of concoctions that even worked more miraculously than I thought."

"That's really disturbing if you think about it."

"Pot, kettle..." He waved his phone. "I already texted Agent Kim anyway, and he says it's fine. We're doing some pretty good work for him so he doesn't really care either way, rat bastard."

"But I really don't want to deal with civilians with a hangover. It's ugh. No offense to your speech. It was good. Very moving."

Minwoo just sighed. "I'll make you something that might get the headache out so you can deal with them."

"Why don't you deal with them?"

"Do you want them to end up with nothing but their gums when they leave the door?"

Grayson frowned. "Is that a trick question?"

"Goodnight, Gray. Just prepare to face them tomorrow."

Grayson sighed and saluted. As he turned back to his room, closing the door behind him, he muttered, "I'd rather face ten thousand gang members without tainted drinks than pretty housewives with too many problems."

"Poor you then," Minwoo called after him because the bastard had the hearing of Superman.