CLOUDED ➣ JINKOOK ✓

TWENTY-SEVEN

_notjk_

notjk:
I'm going to help you

j1nn1e:
huh??

notjk:
you said it yourself. you're tired of your boring life so I'm going to help you

j1nn1e:
I dunno...

notjk:
come on don't punk out Jin

notjk:
I'll make sure you'll have fun

j1nn1e:
well..what do you have in mind?

notjk:
how do you feel about tattoos?

j1nn1e:
... how about something not painful

notjk:
piercings? you don't have your ears pierced do you?

j1nn1e:
nope

notjk:
we'll start there and it's not that noticable

notjk:
I know a piercer I can take you too so get dressed

j1nn1e:
wait right now???

notjk:
are you doing anything?

j1nn1e:
no...

notjk:
ok then yes right now I'm picking you up so HURRY

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Seokjin may or may not be regretting all his decisions that led up to now. Maybe or maybe not.

The idea of getting punctured with a needle is scary and not an irrational fear at all.

A sharp, shiny pointy needle that will go straight through his ear lobes, that's not scary at all.

That's what he tells himself as he ignores how his hands tremble and become clammed up as he follows Jeongguk into the tattoo parlor.

His eyes were wide as he looked around the place. It wasn't what he expected at all.

In all of his twenty-three years of living, he has never stepped foot into a tattoo parlor. Since he was young, it was ingrained that these places are bad. The people that get tattoos are even worse and ruining their bodies.

To his parents, tattoos were used as a sign to define people. The ink on their bodies mattered more than the content of their hearts. He didn't unlearn that terrible mindset until he met Yoongi when he was seventeen.

Yoongi, the kindest soul he had ever met, arms are littered with tattoos.

He still remembers the look of disgust on his face, the day Namjoon brought the older home, the cold shoulder he gave Yoongi. He remembers the shame he felt as Yoongi explained what tattoos mean for people and what it means for certain cultures. The younger learned his lesson. There's nothing wrong with self-expression, and he knows that now.

"Jeon, what are you doing here fuck face!" A male calls with a wide grin as they step into the parlor.

The man was tall and lean, his brown hair slick back. Much like Jeongguk, the male is dressed in black, and his arms are decorated with tattoos.

Jeongguk gives the guy a nod as he approaches his desk.

"You know Hyun-wook is looking for you?" the man mutters, catching Seokjin's attention.

Who's Hyun-wook?

Jeongguk's eyes dim, his expression unreadable as he shakes his head. "Don't bring that shit up," he says sternly, and the male nods. "You feel like doing a couple piercings?"