Eternally Parallel | WheeTae x TaeIn Drabbles

Criminal Coincidence pt. 1

A/N: In which Wheein encounters a handsome stranger in the dark - and not in a good way.

This one was a lot of fun! I decided to have them a bit edgier and cockier because well - I think thieves are (or at least that's what the movies say lol).

I'm terrible at killing my darlings. So this became a two-part. Again. (Teehee.) I should upload the second half sometime tomorrow.

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"You've got to be kidding me."

"Re - lax." Taehyung drawled into the receiver. "It'll be fun."

Jimin snorted at him over the phone. His voice crackled with static. "Yeah. Until you get caught."

It was Taehyung's turn to snort.

"Have I ever gotten caught?"

He snagged his toolkit from the backseat.

"Well at that rate you're going, you most certainly will."

Taehyung pulled a beanie over his mess of curly hair. "C'mon Jimin. This will be my best burglary yet."

"It'll get you jailtime. Why couldn't you just stick to the easy stuff? They brought in good dough."

"Yeah." Taehyung muttered. From the window of his car, he studied the museum under the moonlit sky.

"But then it got boring."

"So...this is your idea of spicing up your life? Can't you just - I dunno - get a girlfriend?"

Taehyung clicked his tongue in mock condescension.

"First of all, I don't just want to 'spice up my life.' I wanna love what I do - that stopped happening after a while."

Briefly, Jimin wondered what Taehyung's sweet mother would do if she found out that while yes, Taehyung loved his job - no, he wasn't actually a high-end art dealer - he was a filthy, filthy thief.

Jimin paused. Well - so was he - but that was beside the point.

Taehyung continued. "Second of all, women are..."

He trailed off to ponder the idea. His fingers stopped rifling through the tool bag.

"A distraction." He nodded to himself, "I'm not gonna settle until I'm an invalid and tired of stealing art."

"Like that's ever gonna happen." Jimin muttered.

"But also -" Taehyung cut in with that self-determined tone he used when he was fed up. "This is a Basquiat, okay? I can't just let it go. I have to have it."

Jimin rolled his eyes.

His own attachment to jewels only went so far. Sure, he thought they were beautiful - but he never had an issue giving them up for the right price...Taehyung, on the other hand, was far too attached to the artwork he stole. They often collected dust in his Seoul apartment until his friends (read: Jimin) insisted that he sold them off.

"Anyway, shut up for a second. I gotta take a look at this." Taehyung said as he shifted to set his night binoculars in position.

Jimin complied.

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"Oh. Shi - "

"Language." Jimin snapped.

"Someone else is breaking in."

Jimin sat up so fast that he slipped off the bed. Grumbling under his breath, he re-adjusted the phone between his cheek and shoulder.

"What?"