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The blaring sound of the sirens yelled, and the blinding lights flashed red and blue, the steps fast and the chase tense. If only he had known stepping into that store would cause such trouble. Yet he found himself unable to hold back a smile as the footsteps approached.
“Stop running!” The voice echoed through the alley, “Split up, you go left.”
The boy continued to run, sprinting as far as his legs carried. The officer was nearing close, and his options were limited. There was only so much this alley had to offer. On the side, leaning against a bricked wall, he spotted a wooden plank. That’ll do, he thought, grabbing onto the top and stomping toward the bottom, effectively separating it from the rest of heavy wood.
He held on with both hands, facing the officer who stood in front of him, blocking his only exit. He held a gun pointed to his head, and the boy couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’ve been chasing me for a while, officer,” the boy said, "Aren't you tired?”
“Drop the weapon.”
“This thing? I’m just leaning against it for support. You know, running for sooo long can really tire a guy down.” the boy exaggerated, leaning against the wood just as he said, and inhaling deeply.
“Drop it,” the officer snarled, like he was a wild dog. It was a rather fitting description, though, if you asked him.
The boy sighed and straightened his stance, once again holding onto the wood securely with both hands.
“You want me to drop it?” he questioned, his tone void of the humerus glee presented a few seconds ago.
The officer looked between the boy and the wood, stepping back once before opening his mouth to respond. Nothing left, however, because as he did, the boy swung the plank toward his direction, making clear contact with the side of his head.
He knelt with a groan of pain, and the boy dropped the wood.
“What the fuck, Jungkook?” the officer yelled, holding onto the side of his head, blood slowly trickling down his neck.
“Oh fuck- I didn’t actually mean to hit you!”
“I should arrest you for real, just for doing that.” he snarled, returning to his original stance, and once again aiming the gun toward Jungkook’s head.
His lips twitched, unsure if he wanted to laugh at the current situation or not. That swing was meant to be a means of throwing the officer off and escaping, but he figured his precision was a little too on point.
“You wouldn’t dare.” he challenged, aiming a glare just as threatening toward the blonde.
“Try me.”
They stared at each other for what felt like hours, the only sound being the distant sirens and their heavy breathing, and finally Jungkook cracked a smile.
“How’d I do?”
“Terrible. I have a dread headache now.” the blonde replied, securing the gun back into his belt. It was an eventful night for sure. With his head getting bashed in and all..
“Let me help.'' Jungkook sprung up, removing the man's hand from his head and revealing his bright hair stained with dark blood.
“Don’t touch me, you brat.” he swatted his hand like a fly, but Jungkook continued his inspection unwavered.
“If it makes you feel better, Taehyung, I got about 40,000 won from that store. Should be enough to last a few days,” Jungkook snickered before continuing, “That is, if you don’t spend it all on brands.”
“Ugh..., I’m more responsible than you. At least I have a job,” Taehyung shot back.
“A job you take no pride in by chasing your boyfriend every other week and letting him escape.”
Taehyung flinched from the pressure applied on the wound, his head pounding like crazy now. If Jungkook wasn’t being so reckless again, he wouldn’t be in this mess. Last time it was a sprained wrist, another; a beat up face. Taehyung sometimes wonders if Jungkook secretly hated him or something..
"I only let you escape because you'd whine about it for weeks to the inmates." Taehyung deadpanned, still swatting Jungkook's hand away from his wound.
"And I'd rat you out."
Since Taehyung got this job, they've been doing these heists on a regular basis. With Jungkook covering his face when he entered a store, and his constant change of hair color, none of the other officers know that they've been chasing the same person for the last 6 months. With this though, came instances where another officer would get to him before Taehyung, and Jungkook had to resort to violence to save his own skin. Or when the victims would ring a completely different station, and Taehyung just had to trust Jungkook knew what he was doing.
As long as he came home to that cheeky personality every night, he was fine with that.
"I really didn't mean to hit you, hyung, swear."
"I find that hard to believe."
Jungkook huffed. Taehyung recalled how, similar to other nights, an officer tagged along in chase after Jungkook. When he saw him run into an alley, he almost cursed at the thought of having to corner him with another officer around, but luckily he found an opportunity to split them up.
Now though, it's been a few minutes, and Taehyung’s absence could alert him.
“Hyung is still looking, you should get going before he comes down here.” Taehyung said, holding onto Jungkook’s hand and removing it from on top of his head. Jungkook only pouted.
“So that’s it? I thought we could run around a bit more.”
“I rather not get hit in the head by another piece of wood.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes but obeyed nonetheless, glancing up at the bricked wall. If he jumped high enough, he could most definitely climb over and escape.
“Alright, see you home at eight?” He brought his gaze back to the officer in front of him.
“I gotta get this injury my boyfriend gave me treated, so ten for the latest.”
With another roll of his eye, Jungkook yanked his hand out from Taehyung’s grip, shaking it off as if it was tainted.
“I have a feeling I forgot something, though. Uhm.., was it my phone? My hat? No that’s not it..." Jungkook stood with his arms crossed, facing away from Taehyung’s sight.
The approach of footsteps sounded further down the alley, signaling Taehyung that his coworker was nearing close. He wasn’t about to let his boyfriend be caught because of his ‘bad memory’.
“The hell are you waiting for? Go!” he yelled, shoving the boy toward the wall.
“But I can’t shake the feeling I forgot something.”
It was Taehyung’s turn to roll his eyes now, already tired of Jungkook’s antics for one night. Quickly, he grabbed the boy’s arm, pulling him into his much hinted kiss. Taehyung felt him smile against his lips, trailing his hand up his uniform to Taehyung’s cheek. Jungkook pulled him close, closing any distance that came between them and not caring for the blood-staining his hand.
“Taehyung?” a voice echoed.
“Go, you brat.” Taehyung scolded softly, his lips barely feathering off Jungkook’s.
“Ugh.., I hate police officers.”
And just like that, with one last bloody wave of a hand, he was gone. Like he was never there. The only evidence of him being Taehyung’s blood stained cheek.
“Oh God– Taehyung, are you okay?”