Dead Ringer |Jikook|🎀

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Chapter Thirty-three

"Any back stories behind choosing these tattoos?"

"They might not have too many hearts or flowers but these symbolise love," Jungkook answered with a smile.

"Did they hurt? Cause I am thinking of getting some too," Lisa questioned as she sat next to Taehyung, opposite Jungkook.

"For me, it did," Jungkook mumbled.

"You think I am a monster or something?" Lisa glared down Jungkook who gave her a small smile instead of replying. "So, you went to therapy or what?" She asked suddenly.

"Why does Jungkook need therapy?" Taehyung wondered, confused about Lisa's question. Jungkook sighed as he stared at Lisa who seemed to have realized it.

Lisa slapped her own cheeks with a frown. "Sorry," She mumbled.

"For my aunt," Jungkook lied with a shrug. "Nothing to worry about, Taehyung. She is getting better," He comforted, gulping.

"Why didn't you tell me this? I could've come with Aunt Lucy and maybe get her ice cream cause ice cream helps lots." Taehyung pouted making Jungkook awkwardly laugh.

"I told her long ago. She probably just remembered now. And Aunt Lucy won't feel comfortable. She doesn't even want me with her. That's all," Jungkook bluffed, Lucy nodding with pursued lips.

"Right."

"I will be back. Bathroom calls me," Jungkook excused himself out and walked inside the bathroom. After he made sure all the stalls were empty, he closed the main door, locking it. "Jimin," He called out.

"Never knew you could lie this well," Jimin said as he appeared in front of him.

"Me too."

"And love huh?"

"Well, I got a tattoo each time we made love. And that too the ones your Jeongguk had. Now we got a full arm covered," Jungkook said, pointing at his arm and laughing.

"We gotta lay off a little, don't you think?"

"No. I don't mind. If having to get my whole body covered in black ink means I can touch you, feel you more and more, I will," Jungkook expressed with a flirty smile as he wrapped his arms around Jimin's neck, pulling him closer.

"I don't want you to get these tattoos, Jungkook. You can just kiss me, tell you love me and that would mean the world to me, bring me more pleasure than any dick can. Not only it hurts to see you crying on every session, it also hurts to see you ruining your pure body a-and you can't donate blood now," Jimin explained, wrapping his own arms around Jungkook's waist.

"I want to do this for myself," Jungkook stated, kissing Jimin's cheeks.

"No, you don't."

"Don't start a fight, Jimin. I want to get tattoos, I am getting them. This is my body. I can do whatever I want with it," Jungkook whispered as if threatening Jimin who sighed. "You need to stop talking, Jimin. Because all you do is try to start arguments with me. Instead, let me take care of it. Let me show you how much I love you." Jungkook smiled, cupping Jimin's cheeks.

"You are not the same college boy I met in the park," Jimin mumbled.

"What?"

"You heard me, Jungkook."

Jungkook scoffed, pulling away his hands. "If you didn't want that college boy to leave, you shouldn't have even approached me, Jimin. You told me I looked like your dead husband, you told me you are dead, you told me I am a murderer's reincarnation. I saw people kill themselves, I saw g-guns. Over all that, you made me love you, Jimin. That's why I am like this. I can't remain the same after going through all these. You can't expect me to be the same innocent college boy who works a part time job to pay for his Aunt and gets off to porn inside a locked bedroom. You brought a big change in me, Jimin! And you seem to be the ONLY person who doesn't like it!! Everyone likes my new self except you and it hurts, Jimin! It hurts so bad to see you look at me like that. It hurts so bad to see you hate yourself for making me like this even though I love my new self. I love how I am right now, Jimin. But you don't and it hurts!" Jungkook cried out his frustration.