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Hoseok: Loving Your Ass is Exhausting Pt 2:

Summary:
Taehyung is a detective and you get into some trouble, so he's originally your interrogator, but he ends up giving you love advice.

OR

It takes a slice of thug life for you to realize that you love Hoseok, too.

Third Person P.O.V.

“Excuse me, ma’am!  You have to pay for that!  Miss!?  Hey!!”

“Someone call the police!  She’s stealing!”

“No, I’m not stealing, I swear!  Just trust me!  I’ll come back, I promise!” you yell to the cashier, trying to get out of there as fast as you can.  You stop, halfway out of the store, panicking that you might actually get arrested.

"Likely story, princess, I’m calling the cops!” one of the managers announces, obviously way too used to excuses like the one you just gave him.  Instead of staying at the store and actually paying for your item, you act without thinking and run out of the building.

If I could just get to my apartment, you thought. If I just get there as fast as I can, everything will be fine.  Of course it’s kind of hard to tell yourself that, given your current situation along with the fact that you’ll probably be sued by the landlady because of it.

Unfortunately for you, you only get to the corner of the street before the cops are right on top of you.  You had managed to keep them at a distance for a good minute or so before you couldn’t run anymore.  At that point, you realized you had messed up… just a little bit.  And not just because you actually thought you could outrun two police cars.  Putting down the stolen item, you put your hands up and sighed in defeat.

...

“Hoseok, I’m scared,” you whispered into the police station phone.

“You’re not panicking right now, are you?”

“…No,” your voice wavered just a little bit, giving him the tell-tale sign that you were obviously lying.

“Y/n, I don’t know what you did, and I don't care if you're panicking, just... do it quietly.  The cops can’t know how weak you are.  You have to act tough.  I’m sure you didn’t even do anything that bad.”  You just nodded, too caught up in the anxiety this moment was causing you to actually remember that he can’t see you.  But before you had the chance to snap out of it and reply, one of the large security guards came to you and told you that your time was up.  Time for your interrogation.

“Miss y/l/n, you are currently facing two charges: thievery and resisting arrest.  Depending on the current condition of your apartment and the temperament of your landlord, you may be facing an extra charge or two,” the man stated, glancing between you and your case papers with a serious, almost intimidating look on his face.  You wouldn’t have been so scared of him if he wasn’t so tall; not to mention his voice was a hell of a lot deeper than his cute, child-like facial features let people believe.  “I can help you with those two if you tell me what happened.  Do you want to maybe explain to me why you stole a ten thousand won fire extinguisher and ran from the police?  What is that in American money, like nine dollars?” he asked, waiting for you to reply with a slightly-amused smirk on his face, confusing you even further on whether you should consider him scary or harmless.

“It’s actually a really long story…” you replied nervously, trying to gain some of your composure to tell the detective about it (but also kind of stalling).  His smirk grows wider in response.