KALOPSIA ✓

8. a friend of yours

8. a friend of yours
"Just say that I'm a friend of yours and maybe they won't get wise. And if they see us together, I'll brush the dream from my eyes."

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Taehyung knows he's bad.

yet he's a man that takes pride in his bad, humanistic side.

at the police station, his badness shines more than ever as he's caged behind bars. he feels trapped in the side of him that is bad, especially in this moment. for some odd reason, he feels comfortable behind the chains of metal bars in an empty cell. however, irritation and anger slowly settles in at his loneliness– even in a cell, alone.

the man doesn't dare to sit on the worn out, stinky bench. he doesn't even think his bottom would fit on it due to its minimal size. the police station is ridiculous, he scoffs under his breath. his brown eyes flicker around, hearing distant phone calls before landing on the two officers that are supposedly keeping an eye on the singer.

however, no eyes are situated on Taehyung as he stands directly in front of the bars. he leans against the cell casually, listening to the police's informal conversation about him. "he's Taehyung, what's the big deal about him?"

Taehyung smiles to himself.

the other officer nods, scoffing in distaste as they talk about the young boy behind the bars. it seems that they've completely forgotten who's present. "he's always been bad news and he hasn't even been in the business for long." he states. "i don't know why people view him as a God. i mean..." the older man trails off. "look at those brown eyes." the two turn to look at staring Taehyung.

Taehyung simply licks his lips, eyes not at all hesitating to look away. instead, he meets their gaze with a high surge of confidence. his eyes sure are powerful, but not as much as his voice. he tries not to smile when the officers look away– surprised by his gorgeous, observant eyes of brownness.

"now officers," he lets his gaze flicker away briefly. "can you tell me why i'm here?"

Kim Taehyung pulls out his cigarette pack along with his lighter from his trouser pocket. silver, rectangular and easily fitted into his hand. he starts to light a cigarette in the jail cell, flicking the lighter before smoothly blowing out a cloud of smoke.

he only looks up at what the taller officer says next, "we heard you hang around with members of the mafia party and other criminals." he states.

Taehyung itches his throat with his free hand, the other continuously bringing his lit cigarette to his lips. "perhaps i do." he clears his throat, deep voice echoing in the silent police building. he's surprised– he expected it to be louder, does the real criminal drama occur only on the streets?

"why?" the men ask.

Taehyung hums, why? what a great question. "they're just normal people aren't they?" he shrugs, shoulders covered with his blazer becoming more prominent. "everyone's normal until they do something bad." he says, looking away to watch the cigarette smoke. he's bored– he usually doesn't pay much attention to his smoking. he is, after all, a frequent smoker who smokes five times a day– what was meant to be a fun, societal and behavioural activity became more.

"you've been arrested."

Taehyung raises his brows. if only his mafia friends could help him now. "am i allowed to ask why?"