"What's this one from?" Jimin asked, looking at the tattoo on my left arm.
"Actually, that was my senior year of high school," I ansered, looking at the chain tattooed around my wrist. "My friend and I wanted to do something crazy with all our friends, so we begged our parents to get us tattoos."
"So this was you first tattoo?" he realized. I nodded, smiling fondly at the memory.
We did this a lot. He would listen to me for hours as I told hin where my tattoos and random scars came from. He listened like a child listened to bed-time stories.
"This one?" He pointed at my leg, seeing a jagged scar run from my knee to my mid-thigh.
"Oh, I got that one only a few years ago," I reminisced. "My friends and I were in the woods doing ziplines and obstacle courses. I remember being told to climb a tree, but I slid down. I got that big scar. I was in the hospital for a long time." Despite the somewhat bad ending to the story, I laughed, thinking of all my old friends.
"You and your friends are reckless," Jimin laughed with me, sub-consciously rubbing my hand.
"I'd prefer the word 'adventurous'," I told him, taking his hand in mine.
He met my eyes, and I saw a glimmer of some happy emotion in his, before they closed as he kissed my cheek.
When he pulled back, he looked back at my legs. "What about that?" He reached over to touch a tattoo on my right arm.
It was a playing card, the Queen of Diamonds. Surrounding it was several coins and dollar signs.
"Remember that English movie I was in? Dead-Beat Duo? My character needed a tattoo, but I decided it would be better if I got a real one instead of having them draw one for every scene. Geoff, the other main character, has the King of Spades on his left arm."
Jimin moved to sit behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His chin came to rest on my shoulder.
"What's your most recent tattoo?" he asked, breath fanning over my ear.
I smiled to myself, until the thought struck me.
"I can't show you," I mumbled, looking down.
"Why not?" He pouted, leaning forward to show me his face.
"It's embarrassing," I said, looking away.
"Don't be scared to show me! I bet it's not even that bad!"
I rolled my eyes, standing. "Fine, but I warned you."
He smiled innocently, and I almost sighed.
"My best friend and I made this bet that I could get more money in a card game than her. I lost. As my punishment, she made me get a tramp stamp."
He tilted his head. "What does that mean?"
I turned red, looking away. "It is a tattoo...on a woman...right over her butt."
When I glanced his way, he was a bit pink, but still wanted to see.
Sighing, I turned so my back was to him and pulled my shirt up.
"She got to pick the tattoo," I grumbled.
I heard Jimin start laughing, so I readjusted my shirt and crossed my arms. It wasn't long before he hugged me from behind, but he was clearly trying not to laugh.
"At least you friend had a sense of humor," he giggled, burying his face in my neck as he let himself laugh.
I didn't respond, but my face was practically on fire.
Finally, he calmed down, turning me around to face him.
"If you feel so bad about it, I can help you earn the title," he said with a smirk.
I was on him in an instant, and the words on my back became my true title.
Semen Demon
