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"Stop being so stubborn."
Jimin stares up at Yoongi from where he sits on the chair. He's looking through a book full of possible tattoos. After seeing Yoongi's tattoos he's been wanting one of his own. Thanks to Yoongi who is so generous to pay for it, for a catch.
Jimin gets to choose the tattoo but Yoongi gets to choose where. Jimin prays that it's not anywhere too private.
As the tattoo artist slips out of the room Yoongi leans down to whisper into Jimin's ear. "I want to see it when we fuck so I'll pick somewhere nice," he whispers and Jimin rolls his eyes. Yoongi runs his hand down jimin's back until he places his hand on the small of his back. "How about right here so I can get a great view," Yoongi grins, kissing jimin's shoulder and the younger thinks about it for a second.
He nods slowly as he turns to look at Yoongi.
"Yes, sir."
Yoongi smiles as the artist walks back in. "Made a choice?" She asks and Jimin nods as he explains the tattoo he wants with a little customization.
"And where would you like it?" The woman asks as she grabs the tattoo machine and ink. "Lower back, please," Jimin says, eyeing the machine as she sets it down on the table.
Jimin's eyes divert to the hand held machine as she sketches out the tattoo big enough to fit across his tailbone. Once it's done she turns for Jimin to study it. He nods in content as she gets ready to place it on his back.
The woman laughs slighty as she pats the seat. "I need your shirt off and for you to lie on your stomach."
Jimin looks at Yoongi with fear and the older ruffles his hair. "You'll do fine."
"Will you hold my hand? I mean I know there's the rule about no holding hands in public but I'm afraid."
Yoongi nods, allowing Jimin to take off his shirt and lay down. He grabs a chair and sits beside Jimin who is trembling as the woman preps he tattoo. He grabs yoongi's hand, holding it tightly as he braces himself. He feels something cold touch his back and he screams.
"Relax pup, she's just putting rubbing alcohol on it, keeping it clean y'know."
Jimin nods as he sinks into the chair again.
"I'm going to start now," the woman says as she starts the tool, inching closer to the boy's back. When Jimin feels the many needles within the manchine touch his back he cries out in pain from the unfamiliar feeling of them entering his skin rapidly.
"Sir," Jimin cries out, head falling forward as he bites down on his arm. Yoongi runs a thumb over the top of the boy's hand as he holds jimin's hand.
"It hurts," jimin whines and Yoongi watches jimin's pained expression.
"It'll be over before you know it', just shut up and stop being a baby."
Jimin scoffs as he turns his head away from Yoongi.
"Says the little bitch standing in front of me, Let go of my hand before you break a rule sir," Jimin taunts, pulling his hand out of yoongi's.
"Forgive me for being supportive."
Jimin reaches his hand out once more and Yoongi reaches for it but instead Jimin sticks up his middle finger, a soft giggle escaping his lips followed by a little whine from the needles.
Yoongi bats jimin's hand away and Jimin snickers as he rests his head on his arms.
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"Does it look okay?"
Jimin stands in front of the large mirror in yoongi's room. He twists around in a way to look at the tattoo
Yoongi stares down at the black ink of swirls and cool looking designs, in the middle was a royal blue rose and he raises an eyebrow. "Why blue and why a rose?"
"Moms favourite colour and flower," Jimin says. Yoongi walks up behind Jimin and hugs him from behind, hands roaming jimin's soft and plush belly and he nips at jimin's neck and shoulders.
"It looks hot," Yoongi whispers and Jimin nods, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as Yoongi nuzzles his nose into jimin's neck.
Jimin's phone suddenly rings causing them the pull away. Jimin hops onto the bed, grabbing the phone as he places it by his ear. He leans against the headboard.
"Hello?"
Yoongi walks over and crawls towards Jimin on the bed. He starts kissing down jimin's neck and collar bones and the boy sighs out as he listens to Jin talk.
"Can you leave, I hate you," Jimin whines when Yoongi keeps toying with him.
"My house my rules got that?"
"technically it's your parent's house ," Jimin mumbles under his breath as he tries to listen on the phone.
Yoongi pinches jimin's inner thigh and Jimin yelps. "Hyung I'll call you back."
Once the phone is hung up and jimin's eyes are boring holes into Yoongi's face Jimin punches Yoongi's arm.
Yoongi crawls over jimin, kissing him roughly until they hear the sound of three voices out in the foyer. Yoongi groans as he sits back on the bed, Jimin tilting his head in curiosity.
There's a knock on Yoongi's door and he gets up to go check, opening the door and his eyes widen at his mother and father, in their nicest suits and dress clothes from the business trip they must have returned from.
"What are you guys doing back?"
"The trip is over, we're back for a couple of days."
Hearing the voices makes Jimin quickly scramble out of the bed and toss on a t-shirt before Yoongi's parents notice his existence. When Jimin tries to sneak out onto the terrace he freezes when he hears the voice behind him.
"And who is this that you're trying to sneak out?"
"Oh? Him? He's miss park's son, he's the help," Yoongi says quickly and Jimin spins around angrily to face Yoongi. Out of anything he chooses to say he's the help. Jimin plasters on a sweet smile.
"Nice to meet you," Jimin says, bowing before grabbing his phone. "I was just going to Uh... clean the terrace, yeah," Jimin says awkwardly before slipping out of the room quietly.
