In which drunk Taehyung asks tattoo artist Jungkook for a tattoo of a dick.
❝What the heck did you do?!❞
❝Y-You asked for it sir-❞
❝Did your brain not process that you can't
give a tattoo to someone who's...
I DEADASS HAVE THE PERFECT IDEA WHICH MIGHT SEEM YUCK BUT FUCK IT LEMME BE A SOFTIE FOR ONCE
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❝不存在的嘴唇❞
JUANCOCK'S POV
I dragged the tattoo gun across the bronze skin, rubbing the excess ink with the whitened cloth. I chewed on my lower lip with concentration, deepening the details of the butterfly on the female's ribcage.
I felt a presence behind me; as I continued to glide the tattoo gun across the smooth skin. "Your shift is about to end Jungkook," I heard Mark's deep voice state, gulping softly as time rapidly flew.
"Almost done Mr Tuan," I responded; my spheres still focused on the inky butterfly. I moistened my lips, darkening the hues of the ethereal butterfly. I heard the female wince slightly, as the tattoo gun kept clattering against her bones.
"I told you to call me Mark," He retorted; the tattooed male leaning in closer to the tattoo. "Damn, this is gorgeous." Mark commented with glistening eyes; as the female lowered her eyes, nodding eagerly in response.
"Talent at its finest," She beamed towards me, as I couldn't help but grin at the insane amount of compliments. The female with thick thighs stood up; yelping lightly at the tattooed agony that her ribs held.
"Jungkook, you're a God." Mark sighed out; gripping onto the cling film, his tattooed and milky arm passing it over to me. I shyly nodded; softly wrapping the cling film around the honey ribs, securing the butterfly in place.
I peered to the side; hearing the clock tick rapidly, as I couldn't help but feel an anxious shiver travel down my spine. I glanced at Mark, who seemed astonished by the butterfly tattoo.
"Mark?" I questioned; watching the tattooed male peep to me with a raised brow. "Yes Jungkook?" He responded, crossing his inked coated arms over; as I didn't know how to phrase my question.
"C-Can my shift be longer?" I awkwardly choked out; viewing Mark's chocolate spheres brighten with shock. "Why would you want tha-" The older was cut off; both our heads turning to the door as a wild Namjoon was screaming.
"Kooks! Your papi is here to see you!" Namjoon yelled in a loud manner, both the customer and Mark seeming taken aback by his words.
"Papi? What's he on?" Mark questioned; completely befuddled and confused. I face-palmed harshly; smacking the hesitance out of my face.
