-In which a tall and intimidating tattoo artist, wrapped in the inks of tattoos and piercings, a total heartthrob of the town is utterly head over heels and wrapped around the small fingers of the tiny little chaotic cutie who works the night shift...
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"Oh god!"
The words leave the gasping mouth of the small minx currently laid on top of him.
There are barely a few inches between their faces, a fact Jungkook seems to be highly aware of. And it looks like he is the only one, cause very soon, he watches a frown of concern replace the horror in her youthful face and suddenly, she is closer to his face than he has ever let anyone.
"Are you alright?" Large, doey eyes bat themselves up at him before her small, plush mouth quivers down into a pout. "Your head. Does it hurt?"
Jungkook sits there frozen, staring down at the tiny little lump slumped over his chest. Her soft body fell right on top of him. The violet cotton skirt she is wearing has hiked up a bit during their fall and he can see shy of the silken skin she hides underneath those impressive skirts from over the top of her head.
Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook's body doesn't run as cold as he looks. His blood has always run on the hotter side. But her body is too warm.
It would have been entirely unbearable for him if he wasn't still so caught off guard by the turn of events in his rather boring afternoon.
Her legs which are nestled between his parted ones shift and she tries to sit up straighter by placing both her knees on top of each of his legs and her elbows over his broadening chest.
Her knees dig into his strong thighs when she puts her entire weight on him and doesn't seem to realize how not even an inch of him flinches at the weight of her whole body being pressed against him. No, she won't realize this until later that night when she has tucked herself in bed and thought through the whole interaction.
Right now, she is too busy reaching out to him to notice their rather scandalous position.
Now that she's sitting up, it's easier for her to move one of her hands behind him and Jungkook feels her tiny nimble fingers press on the back of his head, right where he hit his head on the metal shelf.
Her ribbons have come loose over the two braids on either side of her head, small stray hair cradling her rounded face and sprayed over his chest. They smell like flowers and her breath smells like sweet candy when she gasps. "Oh my god! There is a bump forming there. I'm so sorry!"
She is too busy panicking to remind herself how she never allows herself an inch closer to him or lets herself be touched by him. She has always been too shy of a stranger's touch. The night he saved her, she had remembered to only grab onto his finger even with the fog all over her head.
But right now, she thinks she might have caused the poor man a very serious head injury. The sound that came from his head when he hit the shelf was terrifying.
"How can I be so stupid? I should've seen where I was going. I'm so sorry." She continues to apologize, keeping her fingers pressed in the area to keep it from the nonexistent bleeding.
