Danger | Sope ✓

10-61

"You are under arrest! You've got the right to remain silent, anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You've got the right to an attorney; if you cannot afford-"

"Suck my dick, dude!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Seokjin hissed as he yanks the man backward after the handcuffs clicked around his wrists. "You didn't even let me fucking finish, you cunt!"

"Jin uh- I think we've got the wrong guy-" Detective Kim stands behind him, arms crossed, a frown on his face, eyebrow arched.

"No Joon, we did not just get the 'wrong guy,'" Seokjin rolls his eyes, scoffing. "You even said so yourself! Black Matsuda, the same plate number, too!"

"Nope," Yoongi huffs as he walks around the car, standing beside the older. He gestures to the front of the car with his head, eyebrows shooting up. "It's missing a six. That's an eight."

"No way-" Seokjin runs to the front of the car, crouching and leaning close to the plate. Fuck...

"Did you even put on your contacts this morning?" Namjoon huffed, shaking his head as Jin rushes over to the man to release him, apologizing profusely, bowing and frowning at the man.

"I'll sue you, man!" He hisses, pointing a threatening finger at the three.

"Hey," Namjoon raises his hands in surrender, speaking in a calm voice. "It was just an accident, no harm done."

"No harm done?!" He yells, rushing into his car, yanking on his seatbelt and starting the car. "I'll miss my son's birth and it's no harm done?! Fuck you, guys!"

The car screeches off, leaving the officers in the settling dust. Jin silent, tense. Namjoon with eyes wide and Yoongi trying to stifle a small laugh, all with wide eyes. Damn- they really did that, huh?

"You guys up for lunch?" Yoongi smiles, Jin jumping as the dark-haired man's hand slapped his wide shoulder, the other wrapping around Namjoon's neck and bringing him down. The two were still in shock, staring off at the direction, Namjoon breaking their trance with a cough.

"Uh... I would love to," Jin takes another glance down the road burdened with traffic (Poor guy) as he returns to Yoongi. "Have anything in mind?"

"Not really," Yoongi shrugs. "Thought about just making a quick stop at In N Out or something."

"Sounds good, Joon, you coming with?" Seokjin brightens, giving the man a smile, to which he returned, just a little more sheepish.

"Sorry guys, Jungkook is asking for me. Something about a crime scene investigation, I don't know," Namjoon shrugs. "But I'll go next time, maybe even bring Jungkook if the kid stops overworking himself."

"Sheesh, you need to stop overworking yourself," Yoongi scoffs, but nods. The trio returns to their cars, glancing back at Namjoon before he enters the driver's seat. "I understand, duty calls."

"Joon!" Jin yells out the window before they took off, the detective arching an eyebrow and leaning towards the older. "What do you want? We'll get it for you!"

"Really? I'll get a number 3, Jungkook'll probably get a 2, thank you, guys! See you back at the station!" 

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"Jesus Christ!" Yoongi exclaimed, scouring through the white paper bag. "They forgot my cheese fries!"

"Do you wanna go back? Or-"

"No, No, I'd rather go back to the station and eat, I'm starving." Yoongi drives out of the drive-through, out to the open road where Jin blasts some Ariana Grande song. The younger lets it happen, even muttering along to some lines of Seven Rings, making Jin smile smug at him. He only rolls his eyes flipping the dancing officer off.