Just a bunch of oneshots about you and the maknae line of BTS
In the narration you're normally top.
Enjoy!
Themes are mainly fluff and smutt
It does contain explicit content and strong language
This book is gay, if you don't like that, don't read it...
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Jungkook wants a tattoo, so he goes to a tattoo studio his friend recommended and it turns out to be your studio.
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Jungkook has been wanting to get a tattoo for a while now, but didn't really get the courage until yesterday when he decided to call one of his friends to recommend him a good tattoo shop. He doesn't know what to expect, that's for sure. He has never gotten a tattoo before and when he stands right in front of the shop, saying he's nervous is a complete understatement. Still, with trembling hands, he opens the door of your tattoo shop and without thinking about it too much, he steps inside; only to find a short-haired girl covered in tattoos approaching him or more precisely, approaching the door.
- Okay, I'm off! See you tomorrow.-
- Have fun at the wedding, you'll look lovely in that dress.- You speak loudly from the back of the studio where you are cleaning some of the equipment, teasing Amber since you know very well that she doesn't like dresses, but still is forced to wear one.
- I won't show you pictures, if that's what you're expecting.-
- Don't worry, I'll get them somehow.- You say with a smirk on your face that Amber doesn't get to see, but still knows it's there.
- Yeah, good luck with that. You have a new client, by the way. Bye.-
- Oh, okay, bye.- Jungkook smiles thankfully at the girl before she opens the door and leaves, not without returning him the smile.
He stands awkwardly as you step out to the front of the shop only to be left astonished by the customer's beauty. Jungkook's jaw falls when he can finally put a face to that low, melodious voice that he immediately found himself attracted to. His eyes can't help but wander at your several exposed tattoos, covering your arms and even part of your neck. He curses at your white shirt for blocking him from the view, but is suddenly interrupted from his thoughts when you stand in front of him.
- Hi, you come for a tattoo?- You ask kindly while admiring subtly the black haired male. You can't help but smile when he furrows his eyebrows a little in confusion.
