Tattoos & Temptations [Taekook]

7. I got You

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Taehyung's pov:

When I considered that a needle will soon contact my skin, my head began to spin. I saw him gather all the tools he would need to tattoo my skin. It took my body a while to replace the utter dislike I had for this man with complete panic.
I heard him say with sheer irritation,

"It would be a great help if you could just open your freaking mouth and tell me where do you want me to draw this infinity, I have been asking you for the last five minutes."

"Uhm, right here" i pointed at my wrist, my voice waving and hand shaking slightly.
I am sure i noticed confusion crossing his face for a split second.

He grabbed my hand and lifted it above the table, wiping my wrist with alcohol as he appeared to be diligently cleaning the area.

Then he made a stencil of my tattoo, an extremely little infinity symbol. He used the stencil to my wrist to transfer the image. I was left with the outline of my tattoo when he took off the stencil paper.
I tried to stop thinking about that day, but I can feel my heart thumping against my chest.

"What are you? A pig? The ac is on and look at you all drenched in sweat. Are you ready ? I am gonna start doing this" he asked me while sliding his gloves on.

Every cell in my body was shivering, Jungkook's face slowly started to smudge and was replaced by that monster Yong.  I squeezed my eyes shut in order to regain my cool. I have to do this, i can't hold on to something that happened ages ago.
So i slowly nodded.

I heard the screeching sound of the tattoo gun. In a second The blood pounded in my ears. My heart thudded in my chest. My feet tingled and vision disfigured.My breathing was labored and palms felt sweating.I felt it would burst, my heart. I couldn't think anything, only that my chest might get crushed any minute and my heart might burst open. Shit i was having another panic attack. "Oh lord", i breathed out.

Jungkook's pov:

When i turned on the machine and i swirled in the chair to look at him, oh man, he was shaking like a dry leaf. At first i thought he was afraid of needles, i smirked. But then i noticed him inhaling deep inorder to catch his breath. His hands clutching into his chest.
Oh crap, panic attack.

"Dude, Are you okay?" I asked him while shaking his shoulder.

I heard him whispering "oh, lord"
And wheezing for air.

"Taehyung, talk to me, wait i will call Jimin" i raised from my chair, but his fingers suddenly wrapped around my wrist. I turned around to look at him, only to find him panting for air.

"I--I c-cant breathe" his voice was broken like a fucking piece of glass.
A vivid memory of me having one of these two years ago and namjoon hyung was the one who made me calm down , so i did exactly what hyung did to me that day.

My eyes searched my table to find a paper bag, instantly finding one.

"Taehyung, come on, i want you to breathe into this paper bag, deep breaths" i adjusted that bag to his mouth while caressing his back, i am trying my best. He did just as i said.

"You are gonna be okay,it will pass. i am right here" his teary eyes met mine. I could see through those orbs, lost and lonely, frantic and feared.

After a minute he finally simmered down.

"Hey, are you okay? If you need to be alone, i will wait o-" he shook his head indicating that he wanted me to stay, uhm interesting.

"Here drink this" i handed him some water, he gulped it down in one go. I observed him raising his knees to his chest and tucking his head between them. What's going on?
Now that the person who struck me in the jaw has long since fled, all I can see is a frightened lost puppy who is quivering and sweating feverishly.
He made the decision to break the silence after ten minutes.