Taeif~ A Taehyung Fanfic [INCOMPLETE]

5- Encounter With The Criminal

I peeked through the door. He was standing there, knocking over my pen-stand and almost choking the rag doll. He was muttering and cleaning up the mess hastily, and to my joy(and fear), he even cleaned the corners.

I just stood there, as a statue, staring at that man(Or boy, he looked pretty young). Raw, pure emotions flooded in, as they always do when you are an author.

I need my phone to call the cops.

I went over quietly to the front and slowly picked up the phone.

Just then fate played a dirty trick on me.

Just then my phone fell.

I KNOW! THIS IS LIKE THE MAIN REASON FOR EVERY VILLAIN IN A CLICHE STORY TO CHASE YOU!

But surprisingly, I wasn't terrified.

In fact, I was mad that this phone had now fallen at this time. He might have heard it and just run away, and he won't even finish dusting the little stool.

(That was a joke, y’all. I was almost about to pee my pants, and worried that this guy might conjure up a chainsaw and attack me.)

Instead, the innocent boy did the obvious...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 

And the funny thing is, he didn't even scream. He made a soft whimpering noise which I am pretty sure no one could hear.

Uhm what-

Despite thinking of the cons of talking to a stranger who broke into your house, I felt pity. Smol boy definitely needed help stealing. And at this point making him clean the house is a bit rude. He just has a bad luck today.

So I decided to go over to him.

(Let's just say I was a bit impulsive at that moment.)

"Hello! Who are you!" I tried to be cheerful.

Guess what, I startled him.

This time, he screamed for real and turned around. That's when I first saw his face.

Gasp!

I stared at him.

He stared at me. And stopped screaming.

Silence.

Then that guy had the audacity to shrug his shoulders.

"What?" I asked him.

He raised his hands. 

"Arrest me."

"Hahahahaha what?"

"I said, Arrest Me."

"Okay but I don't have handcuffs, I may have to buy one..."

"Wait so you aren't a cop?"

"Do I look like one?"

"Oh, sorry..." He stared at the floor, probably trying not to puke.

"Okay." It came out as an awkward croak.

Then that guy suddenly raised his voice. I was taken aback.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU STANDING HERE LIKE THIS?"

"Firstly, don't shout," I lectured him. And secondly, listen boy, explain c a l m l y."

He was speechless by my attitude.

"Uhm," He finally started talking after being shaken for almost a minute. 

"Aren't you scared? So you are not calling the cops?" The thief titled his head and stared at me like I was mad.

Was I mad?

"Look, I am not mad at you. I-" I admitted, but I was interrupted.

"But why though?" He whined at me. I was highly annoyed.

"Don't interrupt me," I sighed. "I was about to call the cops. Secondly, you got nothing to steal. Thirdly you cleaned my house for free!"

"So you were using me?" 

And he made a fake crying face.

"Okay stop." 

"Okey." He sniffed. "So can we be friends now?"

"What? No! Get out off my property!"