One Shot

You shudder in disgust when you see a rat run across the stained floors of the cell you've been in for the last 12 hours. You sit, with your knees drawn to your chest, on the stale bunk bed full of mold and curse loudly, probably for the 20th time in the last 5 minutes. Suddenly a head peers down at you from the edge of the bed above you.

"Will you shut up already, it's not even that bad" The man, who got you in that cell in the first place, says calmly, grinning without any worry on his face.

Without a pause you promptly flip him off

12 hours ago

You're walking home on a Friday night, around 11pm, having just finished your shift at your part time work. You yawn and stretch lazily, leisurely walking through the Main Street.

You decide last second to take a shortcut to get back to your apartment, not wanting to waste anymore time. Turning into one of the lesser known alleyways, you pick up your pace, pulling your black hoodie closer to your face.

Better safe than sorry

A couple of meters away you see a man, also in a black hoodie, shake a can of spray paint, and continue painting his mural. Under the dim light of the streetlamp, your mouth drops at the intricately detailed design that now covers the, otherwise dull, wall. At least, the parts of it that were visible to you, from where you standing.

Whoa... your thoughts go blank as you study each color, each stroke, and each pattern; completely mesmerized by the man's graceful movement. You study him carefully, noting his expensive headphones, bandana around his head, the paint splattered hoodie, tastefully ripped jeans and his black creeper pumas.

Unfortunately, he was wearing a mask because of the fumes.

Strangely enough he, despite his actions, didn't feel like the other sleazy men who spent majority of their time vandalizing this part of town for the sake of ruining things. Instead, it seemed like he was an artist conveying his feelings.

You wonder why you aren't moving away, then see him signing his work with a flourish. "V" you mouth silently, questioning what it meant.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer" you hear him say in a smug tone. Whipping your head back at the man you freeze at being caught watching.

"Uh... I was just... this is a shortcut and uhm... I'll just leave now." You say awkwardly.

The man laughs and walks toward you making you back up slightly.

"Look I don't want any trouble" you feebly say. He stops, laughs even harder and looks at you like you were stupid.

"I don't bite" he says simply "...unless you ask" he adds on smoothly and quickly turns back towards his work, missing your jaw drop.

"Come here, you can see my work better from where I am" He shouts.

Any saner and smarter person would've turned around and bolted out of there as quickly as possible; but let's face it. You were neither the smartest, nor the most rational person, so you slowly approach him. The pepper spray lying comfortably in your pocket having nothing to do with your decision. Nothing at all.

Now in front of the painting you see the other cans littered across the floor and you stare in awe at his work, now clearer than before. You look at him with wonder and you realize somewhere along the lines, that he removed his mask.

You see the self-satisfied smile on his face as he leans against the wall nonchalantly. Taking advantage of the moment, you study his features and note that he was dangerously gorgeous; feeling a flush creep up on your face.

"You can take a picture of this too if you like it so much" he interrupts your thoughts pointing at his face.

"This little..." you think incredulously but quickly recover.

"No I'm good, I've seen a lot better" you respond back, lying smoothly without hesitation; watching with inner glee his cocky smirk transition into a scowl.

You laugh and he shoots you a playful glare. "Whatever..." he muttered back lightheartedly.

You stare longingly at the other cans of paint on the floor, wishing you could paint like you used to. He notices, picks one up easily and throws it at you. Surprised, you almost drop it, but caught it quickly before it did.

"What the hell?" you exclaim. "Go ahead" he says back at you, nudging towards the free space in the wall.

"It's fine, I can't paint... and besides, this is illegal" you say feebly, not really worrying about being caught, but more so on letting him see you work.

He notices the wavering of your face and scoffs at you. He grabs your hand, draws you in treacherously close and whispers, "...but that's what makes it fun Darling" with a deep husky voice.

With wide eyes, and more flustered than ever, you try to respond back but end up stuttering over your own words, making him laugh.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asks brazenly

"NO!" you quickly deny.

He chuckles deeply then lightly pushes you against the wall. You feel your heart beat faster. His lips skim close to your mouth, more than what could be considered normal, but then swiftly moves towards your ears.

"How about now?" he throatily asks making you swallow slowly as your body trembled in pleasure against your will.

Lifting his head he drops closer to your lips, a centimeter away from almost brushing yours.

However you're interrupted by a bright light aimed straight at your face. Squinting irritatedly, you quickly push him off. You then realize with shock what would have happened if you let things continue the pace it was going...

Looking up, you see an officer with an unamused look on his face.

"Look, officer, I know what it looks like, but I don't even know this guy!" you state, slowly trying to subtly move away from the frustratingly attractive puma wearing man.

He looks at the two of you unconvinced. "So you're telling me that you..." he points right at you

"...just so happened to be holding a can of spray paint that belongs to him, a stranger," he points Puma

"...who you magically happen to have the same outfit as. Oh and then you decided to let this strange man attempt to make out with you. Sure..." He finishes off dubiously.

That's exactly what I did
you realize in horror.

Opening your mouth you're about to respond but then Puma cuts you off.

"Babe it's fine just tell the cop the truth..." he starts surprisingly in an understanding tone. You look at him thankfully, waiting for him to explain that you really did just stumble upon him while working.

"...that you forced me to paint this for you because I forgot our anniversary gift." he says, acting like the victim.

Excuse me what?

He looks up to the officer with shame on his face.

"Officer, my girl was sure we wouldn't get caught but really, she didn't know better. I didn't know this wasn't allowed either but I really wanted to make it up to her. So why don't you just let us off with a warning and we'll never bother you again." He smoothly finishes, painting a look of innocence across his face.

This little son of a-

The officer looks at Puma, studying his face carefully but you see his eyes soften, and you realize that you may actually be able to leave. He looks at Puma for a couple seconds but then all of a sudden his face scrunched up in thought. You see his eyes widen with recognition.

"WAIT A MINUTE. YOU! You're the one who graffitied the station last month!" he angrily shouts.

Puma's eyes widen now, as he realized his smooth talking wouldn't be able to save his ass this time.

You both look at each other and nod in understanding, knowing that you were about to make an attempt to bolt.

Unfortunately for the two of you, this officer had no qualms about pulling his gun out of his holster to stop you.

"Put your hands up and don't move!" the officer demands

...

.....

.........

Well, fuck

Now

"When is he coming back... this is such a big misunderstanding..." you groan and hit your head against the wall.

Puma climbs down his bed and sits cross legged next to you.

"Puma what the hell..." you say shooting him a glare

"Puma?" He says with a questioning smirk and he nudges your arm

You realize your slip of the tongue and curse silently, wondering what to say.

"I mean... shit wait... I don't even know your name..." you trail off realizing that in all the chaos you forgot to ask him.

He huffs and for once, sends you a genuine grin; making you stare a moment too long.

"...yeah so that's my name"

Wait what. You completely missed what he said.

Unfortunately in addition to having terrible ideas, you also had a horrible poker face; something he noticed.

He shakes his head and flicks you on the forehead
"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. Think your small brain can remember that?" He says teasingly.

You punch him in the arms. "Ow. What the fuck... what are you?? You hit like a ma-" you punch him one more time but harder.

"DAMMIT OUCH. Stop" his eyes widen and looks at you in horror.

You finally let a carefree laugh out. His eyes soften and he just sighs back at you, not pushing any further.

"Y/N" you say

"What?" He asks confused.

"Y/N. Think your tinier brain can remember that?" You say with a smirk, using his words against him.

He rolls his eyes and shoves you.

"OKAY KIDS GET UP" you hear the same officer who arrested you earlier, shout.

All of a sudden you see one man walk in, look straight towards Pum- Taehyung, and shoot him a look full of promised pain to come later.

You hear Taehyung audibly swallow his saliva in nervousness

"Jin Hyung, I can explain..." he starts sweetly

"Save it" the man, Jin, replies back as the officer unlocks the cell

"Are you sure you can't just keep him here" Jin asks in all seriousness

"HEY" Taehyung responds back

"No can do. Sorry bro..." the officer replies back to Jin, shooting him a pitiful look as they both continued to ignore Taehyung.

Jin looks straight at you and his eyes widen
"Taehyung I swear on all my Mario figures, if there's really a girl right beside you right now, I'm going to get Yoongi to beat your ass"

Taehyung then promptly pushes you off the bed.

"...well she's not beside me anymore"

Your eyes twitch in annoyance and with as much seriousness as you could muster, you say "If I shoot him now will you arrest me again?" and you send him a deadpan look.
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"Look I'm sorry again about what you had to go through, Tae's been getting in trouble here and there but he's usually smarter about not getting caught" Jin tells you now that you're outside the station.

You sigh and tell him that it's fine, only wanting to go back to your house now that you were out.

Taehyung just looks at you carefully as he leans on, what you hoped was, Jin's car.

"Okay then... you have my number now so just contact me, and I'll try to make it up to you... Tae let's go." Jin nudges towards the car.

"Hyung go home first. I promise I'll go straight home after I talk to Y/N." He says seriously still looking at you.

Looking at the both of you, at a loss for words, Jin nods carefully and takes off.

Taehyung slowly approaches you, a blank look still on his face, and you ask him "...are you really going straight home?"

He sends you a playful look

"Of course not. So, you wanna grab coffee and paint some more?"

You give him the most incredulous look, making it obvious that you were questioning his sanity. You step back to walk away.

"...I'll buy it and I'll paint you whatever you want" he says confidently.

You stop in the middle of your walk with your back facing him. Turning around, you hurriedly walk towards him and grab his arms dragging him along with you.

"You'll also be buying me 3 scoops of ice cream" you stated.

"1" he says stubbornly

"2" you say back just as stubbornly

You have a mini stare off but he snorted, not being able to control himself.

"...deal" he finally admits

As you both walk off, still hand in hands, you realize that the last two days was the most spontaneous you've ever been in your 19 years of living.

"...you're still an ass though Kim Taehyung" you mutter

"I know you like it, Y/N" he whispers back

You secretly smile, not completely disagreeing.

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Whew. Get me a guy who can paint please.

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