𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

[•Tattoos•]

Ship; 2Seok

Dom // Jin
Sub // Hoseok

I may have gone a little further than I meant too with this one.

(This was a request but it's gone now so I have no idea who wanted this, but you get it anyway :))
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It’s summer, it’s hot and sweaty, and on top of all of it it’s humid, when Seokjin knocks at his door.

Hoseok opens it wearily, the gutters outside of his apartment door dripping from last night's rain, and the boy's shoulders are littered with little drops of water because of it. The smell of rain and humidity fogs into the house as soon as he opens the door. His car is right behind him, old, red, and tattered. He’s wearing a black jacket and gray sweatpants, a hole over his left shoulder, exposing the inked skin right underneath it. 

“Hey.”

Of course, the older smiles brightly, engaging him with a glittery out of place feeling, so he steps aside and lets him in. He wasn’t even expecting him.

“To make a long story short, I bought a video game, but I broke my PS3 so I need to use yours, plus I kinda just want to hang out with you so…”

He turns around slowly, facing him with another tight, puffy lipped smile.

“Yeah?”

Hoseok doesn’t change his blank expression, as he gives a quick bewildered nod and shuts the door. He hears Seokjin shuffling through the remote box, as he rubs his eyes. He’s wearing his sleepwear still, a wrinkled white shirt with more rips than he can count, and short gym pants that feels too short now that he’s in the presence of someone.

“You want food?”

“Yeah.”

It's a distracted response, as he tries to set up the game, so Hoseok leaves him to go get ice cream and other junk food that he can more than likely find in his kitchen. 

When he’s done, and he’s walking out of the kitchen with arms full of food, and he lets himself get a little woozy at the sight he finds. He’s taken off his jacket, and it’s thrown on the back of the couch. He only has a white tank top on, and the rest of his arms and chest that he can see is almost only tattooed. The only time he ever sees it is on days like these, hot days, because Jin has a job that requires him to hide them.

Hoseok’s gawking, and he only realizes after his chin hit’s the top of the soda can between his wrist and his chest. This is unfortunate. He walks over, setting it all down on the coffee table and leaving it there for them to devour as they go. 

“I can’t tell if you got a new tattoo or if I hadn’t seen it all before.”

He holds up his wrist, to which Hoseok spectates carefully.

“Got my sleeve finished last week.”

“Oh.”

It’s quiet, so quiet that Jin looks over, with a sort of concerned, confused and curious look. But it’s sultry, and he wears it well. He tenses under Seokjin’s gaze, body heating up as he keeps staring back. It stays, as long as a look like that could stay before it withers away and Seokjin looks back to the screen like nothing happened.

He’d bet, he’d bet it on the world ending, that everyone in that goddamn apartment complex could feel the tension in the room, as it seeped into the air, into the vents and floated around. All of it clouding over their heads, as they both pretended it meant nothing. Hoseok looks back at him, he’s now focused on the game, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he goes through the menu.