VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Cousins (2/4)

So many of you all have been requesting for a part two for "Cousin" so I'm obviously going to make it.

I made another part two for this but I thought it was boring so I made this one.

I hope you like it and please comment and vote ❤

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Jungkook sat on a stool in his tattoo parlor, his hands steady as they etched a delicate floral design onto a client's skin. The buzz of the needle was a comforting white noise in the background, a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts that swirled in his mind. The ink was a dark, vivid crimson, a color that brought back memories of his mother's favorite flower.

He had left home that night with nothing but the clothes on his back and the weight of his secret. Over the years, he had built a life for himself, one that was far from perfect, but it was his. He had become a successful tattoo artist, using the pain and anger from his past to fuel his art. But the memory of Taehyung had never left him, a constant reminder of the love he had lost and the family he had shattered.

Jungkook had tried to find Taehyung, to explain, to apologize, but every attempt had been met with silence. His aunt had cut off all contact, leaving Jungkook to live with the guilt that consumed him every day. He had hoped that Taehyung had forgotten, that he had moved on, but deep down, he knew that was a fool's wish.

As the years passed, Jungkook's art grew darker, more intense, reflecting the tumultuous emotions he held inside. His reputation grew, and people came from all over to get inked by the mysterious artist who poured his soul into every piece. But no matter how much he tried to bury himself in his work, the thought of Taehyung remained a persistent thorn in his side.

"All done," Jungkook murmured to his client, the buzz of the tattoo gun fading into the background. He wiped away the excess ink, revealing the intricate floral design that now adorned the client's skin. It was a beautiful piece, one that brought a flicker of pride to his eyes, despite the turmoil in his heart.

As the client examined the artwork in the mirror, Jungkook's thoughts drifted back to Taehyung. He wondered how his life had turned out, if he had found happiness, if he had ever forgiven Jungkook for what happened. The guilt still haunted him, a specter that lingered in the shadows of his mind.

"Wow... this looks amazing," the client breathed, admiring the freshly inked skin in the mirror. Jungkook offered a forced smile, his thoughts still elsewhere. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a mere echo of the passion that once fueled his words.

"I'm going to have to leave a huge tip for this," the client said taking out their wallet, their eyes not leaving their new tattoo. Jungkook nodded, trying to keep the focus on his work and not his tumultuous past. He had learned over the years to bury his emotions deep, to hide them behind a mask of professionalism.

The client paid and left, their excitement about their new tattoo a stark contrast to Jungkook's somber mood. He couldn't shake the feeling of Taehyung's absence from his life, the empty space that no one else had ever been able to fill. Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to push the memories aside as he cleaned his station. His mother's words echoed in his head, a constant reminder of the line he had crossed.

He wanted to go to the bar tonight, to drown his thoughts in a sea of alcohol and the anonymity that came with it. The bar was a place where no one knew his name, where he could be anyone he wanted. It was a sanctuary from the whispers and the stares that still followed him, a place where the past didn't matter. He needed the noise and the chaos to distract him from the silence that was his constant companion.