“What?” Jungkook screeched, lurching forward on his couch, cell pressed to his ear.

            “Hey, now,” Taehyung says defensively, “The cops put out a whole collection of spray cans, like I’ve never even seen some of these colors in my life before, okay? The cops were waiting around the corner for someone to take the bait. It was actually a setup this time.”

            “Yeah, but you actually got caught this time.”

            Taehyung’s only reply is that distinctive cackle of his. Jungkook hates how adorable his boyfriend can be at the most inappropriate of times. He pinches the bridge of his nose, “Is it weird that I’m not even surprised?”

            “Well with how many times you probably dreamt of me in handcuffs, no, not really. Which reminds me: these cuffs are giving me ideas. Lots, and lots of ideas.” Jungkook hears the distinct sound of metallic clanking, which abruptly stops after some man in the background shouts for Kim Taehyung to cut it out.

            Jungkook chuckles, “You’re disgusting, I’m on my way.”

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