VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

My Dads Best Friend (M)

In the bustling heart of Daegu, a peculiar friendship blossomed between a young artist and an old soul. Jungkook, a renowned tattoo artist, had a quiet dignity that drew people in like a gentle magnet. His shop, "Ink Sutra," was a sanctuary for those seeking to etch their stories onto their skin. His steady hand and piercing gaze spoke of a lifetime of experiences, each line of his own tattoos telling a tale of their own.

Kim Taehyung, the 21-year-old son of Jungkook's best friend, had an innocence that was as refreshing as the first drops of rain in a dry summer. He was a frequent visitor to Ink Sutra, often bringing a sketchbook filled with intricate designs that mirrored his curiosity about the world. Jungkook had watched Taehyung grow from a shy boy to a young man with a gentle spirit and a heart as vast as the ocean. Their bond grew stronger as Taehyung confided in Jungkook, sharing his hopes, fears, and the occasional secret that he couldn't discuss with his father.

One sweltering afternoon, Taehyung wandered into the tattoo parlor, his eyes bright with excitement. He clutched a piece of paper, nervously fidgeting with the edges. Jungkook could see the excitement brimming from his friend's son. "I've decided," Taehyung announced, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I want to get my first tattoo." Jungkook felt a peculiar mix of pride and something else, something deeper, as he took the paper and studied the intricate design of a phoenix rising from the ashes. It was a symbol of rebirth, a declaration of strength and resilience-qualities Taehyung possessed in spades.

Jungkook took a deep breath, his heart racing slightly as he set aside his apprehension. He knew this moment was significant, not just for Taehyung, but for their friendship as well. "Your father knows about this?" he asked, hoping to ease the tension that had suddenly coiled around them. Taehyung nodded, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's. "He said it was my choice, but he'd prefer if you did it." Jungkook felt a warmth spread through his chest at the trust placed in him. He had never felt more honored in his life.

The tattoo parlor was unusually quiet that day, the buzz of the needles and the soft murmur of music the only sounds to fill the air. Jungkook led Taehyung to his chair, the worn leather creaking under the younger man's weight. He meticulously set up his station, each movement calculated and precise. The air was thick with anticipation, and Jungkook could see the slight tremble in Taehyung's hand as he took a sip of water. "Ready?" Jungkook asked, his voice gentle. Taehyung took a deep breath and nodded.

"Where would you like your tattoo to be?" Jungkook's voice was a soft rumble, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's as he awaited the young man's decision. Taehyung looked down at his bare skin, contemplating the canvas that would soon hold a piece of his soul. After a moment of thought, he pointed to the left side of his ribcage, just below his heart. "Here," he murmured, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Jungkook nodded, understanding the significance of the location. It was a spot that would be a constant reminder of courage and growth, a declaration to the world of the fiery spirit that dwelled within Taehyung's soft exterior. He traced the outline of the phoenix with his finger, feeling the warmth of the younger man's skin and the erratic rhythm of his pulse. "This might be a bit sensitive," he warned, "but I'll do my best to make it as painless as possible." Taehyung offered a brave smile, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Jungkook's own heart clenched at the sight, and he had to remind himself to breathe.

With a gentle touch, Jungkook began to sketch the outline of the phoenix onto Taehyung's ribs. The younger man's breath hitched, and Jungkook felt a pang of guilt. He had never been so aware of his own feelings, the way they collided and swirled like ink in water. He focused on the task at hand, his hand steady and sure. The buzz of the needle filled the room, a soothing lullaby to the two men as the design began to take shape. Taehyung's eyes fluttered closed, his breaths coming in short gasps as the pain grew more intense. Jungkook's heart ached, but he knew that this was a rite of passage, a moment that would forever bind them.