𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

arrested

"G/N, you're under arrest for theft."

You come out of your hiding spot to see the car speed away. Tears spill as you sprint to your car. It was your fault not his, you took the shirt. You manage to make it to the station in one piece.

"Can I see G/N?" You practically beg the lady at the desk, more tears spilling over your lashes.

"You can go in and see him. He's already been questioned." Without thanking her, you run into the room she pointed at and leap into his arms.

"Hey Sparkie, I'd hug you but I'm cuffed."

"You idiot, tell them I did it."

He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Honey, you wouldn't survive a day in jail. Plus you didn't take it out of the store. You just passed the alarm."

"Then why are you here?"

"I badmouthed the cop so he brought me in. They said I can leave in half an hour."

You sigh, slapping him on the chest.

"Scared the crap out of me, you know."

"I know. It won't happen again, I promise."

You nod, kissing him on the cheek.

"So wanna have fun with the cuffs?"

You scoff, already moving closer to him.