𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 ✩ Minho, TMR AU

025

T W E N T Y - F I V E
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We got put down on two chairs. Bright lights made the whole room clearly visible for us. It nearly blinded my eyes since I was only used to the dark.

There was a table in front of us and across from that, sat a cop with a giant, brown mustache on his face. He barely had any hair. A round face and not really a jawline. He stared at us, grumpy.

"Hallo." He said. And it was as if spit flew out with every word he spoke.

"Hi... uh, English, please?" Thomas peeped. Looking at his face, he maybe didn't enjoy making Newt pissed after all.

He gave us two gray devices with a small screen on them. On the side was a clear, open tube. "Please breathe into this."

We did as we were told, our minds only half there because after all, we did get a good amount of alchohol in our blood. We were luckily we could at least cooperate normally.

The man checked the two devices when we gave them back. "Please hand me your ID."

We pulled the things out, Thomas biting his lip when he shoved it over the table. The man inspected them, looked up at Thomas, and raised an eyebrow.

"What did you drink?" He spat out in a heavy accent.

Thomas swallowed deeply. "Beer."

"Just beer?" He tilted his head. "How much?"

"Okay... maybe not just beer." In shame, the boy looked down.

"You're lucky." The cop then said. Thomas' head immediately snapped up and I was paying attention right away. "For now, I will let you go. If I see you here again, things will be worse. Let this be a warning, yeah?"

We nodded very fast.

"Are there any parents around?"

I shook my head. "They're in America."

"Is there anyone else you can contact to pick you up?"

Thomas and I shared a glance. "Yeah."

A phone got pushed into Thomas' hands. "Please call them and tell them to pick you two up immediately."

"Yes, sir." He mumbled, his face paling as he typed Newt's number in. "Yo... Newt." A pause. "Uh... I was wondering if you could come pick us up." Another pause. "Where? Oh... we're... at the police station." He spoke the last words more careful. Quieter. Almost scared. "Yep. Okay."

Yeah, I was scared too.

The cop lead us outside the room, into one that looked like a waiting room. We sat down, looked at each other, not smiling. It was silent for a few minutes.

"We're gonna get killed. I swear Newt's buying a gun right now." Thomas then whispered. "My plan wasn't to get arrested!"

"Well, but we did." I murmured. "Sadly. Guess our wish of death is gonna come true."

"My wish of death. No offense, Quinn, but I think Minho would rather kill me than you."

My eye widened. I sat straight up. "Please don't tell me Newt is going to bring Minho!"