Jimin
"I'm going to the mall with Lilly, I'll be back by dinner" you shouted to your mom while getting out the door without waiting for a response. You didn't actually want to hear it because she would ask questions and you weren't ready to lie. You needed all the good points you could get so your mom won't be really mad when she finds out.
Lilly, your best friend, wasn't actually going to meet you there. You were going all on your own. You didn't need anyone to dissuade you and try to change your mind. You were already worried about it and the voices in your head weren't helping.
With a beating heart and sweaty palms, you pushed the door of the tattoo shop were the cold air hit you and made you even more nervous.
"Take care of her"you heard the man say gesturing toward you.
A boy with black hair and a bright smile led you to a chair. You got a glimpse of his features and what struck you was the contradiction between the adorable cheeks and sparkly eyes and the tattoos that covered his muscular arms. How can such a cute human being give a dangerous vibe like that? What was he really like behind those tattoos and messy hair?"So I'm guessing this is your first time here kid?" He talked in a sarcastic tone.
Kid? Shut up I'm as tall as you are.
Your mouth felt dry and you were unable to utter a single word so you just nodded your head as a response.
"Got any ideas? Or do you need advice?"
You played with your fingers a bit, not sure what to say. You felt a little bit embarrassed of your choice because it seemed cliché to everyone but it had a special meaning to you.
"Umm... I actually want a butterfly tattoo. Something simple really" you stuttered while looking into his eyes.
He smiled again, which surprisingly calmed you.
Stop smiling before I start pinching your cheeks.
"Where do you want to get it and what size?" He asked while getting his tools ready.
"I don't want anyone to be able to see it" you said in a hushed tone not really wanting him to hear you.
"Ooooh so you're not allowed to get a tattoo right?"
You nodded which made him laugh hysterically.
Who you laughing at boy?
"So you came here...without anyone's consent.. just to get ..an innocent tiny ...butterfly tattoo?"he tried getting out these words while still laughing. You actually saw a few tears escape his eyes.
You glared at him, feeling a bit hurt that a handsome boy was laughing at you.
You felt a bit ridiculous and wanted to go home and forget about this typos choice so you got up but he quickly grabbed your hand and pushed you back into the chair."Sorry I didn't mean it" he apologized and you could see sincerity in his eyes.
"Do you want it on your wrist? I can make it small and barely noticeable only for you"he said holding your hand,making you shiver.
"Or,"he turned your chair around,pushed your hair, his fingers delicately touching the back of your neck, "would you want it here? It's not noticeable unless you put your hair up"
Dude if you don't stop touching me, I might get butterflies in my stomach.
He turned the chair back to its original position, getting you to face him without noticing the proximity between both of your faces. You blushed uncontrollably.
Who are you to make me feel this way.
He backed away so you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"You look a bit confused. Do you want to ask someone for help? Or if you want I can give you a temporary tattoo at different places and let you think about it?"
"I think... I'll go with the second choice." You decided which made his eyes lit up in happiness.
Is he actually happy I chose his idea?
You smiled and gave him your hand anticipating the result.
"I'm gonna use something like henna if you want so it lasts a bit longer"
"I just hope that by then my mom wouldn't have killed me"you said jokingly. But you were 90% sure you wouldn't get out alive from the situation.
"Well I hope she wouldn't cause I would like to see you again" he said with a smile while drawing on your wrist. " I mean.. you know so you can get the real tattoo you wanted" he blushed a little while correcting himself.
You couldn't help but giggle at his shyness.
After he finished with your hand, he started drawing on your neck and you were thankful for the hair falling into your face,hiding your blushing.
"Ok but I have to ask,why a butterfly? I like to know the meaning behind every tattoo I make"
"It reminds me of a song I like. I just want to keep it as a reminder that everything that is beautiful is fragile and could disappear at any minute. It can all escape, disappear and shatter. Just like us human beings you know?" You said while humming the lyrics of your favorite song.
He seemed to be absorbing your every word and breath, incarnating it in his drawing.
"There, it's done"he said handing you a mirror so you could see the result.
You gasped in admiration for his work. It was there, beautiful art yet small and fragile."I love it" you whispered still in shock of the result.
"I'm glad" he answered with a genuine smile.
"How much does it costs before I get the official tattoo?" You asked fumbling in your back looking for your pocket.
"It's on me. A gift... for choosing a beautiful meaningful one" he replied putting his stuff back into the drawer.
"Really?" You asked trying to see if he was joking. But he wasn't.
"There have my number and tell me if you get yelled at in the end. Or if you need anything else. A new tattoo or design or anything" he said,pushing his hair black hair back, handing you a paper where he scribbled his phone number.
You exited the shop with a smile, waving goodbye, feeling giddy and excited.
You were right after all. Beautiful things do disappear easily without being able to hold onto them. He thought as he watched you leave.
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A/N:
I think it's a worldwide agreement that Jimin in black hair is the most disrespectful yet most magical thing that ever happened. DO NOT under ANY circumstances bring him back unless you want me dead. Oh well he kills me anyway.Hope you enjoyed!!
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