BTS Imagines

Behind Inked Bricks

// Chapter 2 - Pizzas and Fake Tattoos //

They arrived at the tattoo parlour, named Daegu Studio. The tattoo studio was Yoongi's baby when Jimin first met him - aside from Syubs, of course. He had started as a low paid tattoo artist at a small corner shop before he managed to save enough money to rent out a shop in Brooklyn. It was nothing much, small and compact with enough chairs to accommodate about 4 customers in one go. But his business grew solely for his exceptional skills in executing the tattoos and creating innovative designs that he pulls inspiration from different artists.

At one point, Yoongi's name was floating around Brooklyn's tattoo scene, earning him a ton of customers who are now loyal to him and his parlour. A few years in, and he managed to upgrade his shop to a two-level store in the middle of Williamsburg - the hipster hub of Brooklyn - with a huge neon sign at the front. By that time, Daegu Studio was a big name within the community. And that was how Jimin chanced upon the parlour in the middle of the night with the determination of getting a tattoo, just to piss his parents off.

The tattoo parlour was aesthetically gritty and raw with its oiled wooden panelled floor, black chalkboard walls, odds and pieces for furniture and hanging lightbulbs littering the ceiling. At the end of the long room, there was a small bar and a spiral staircase that led to the lower level. Along the sides of the room were see-through dividers that separated the different workstations. And in one of 'em was a young man.

And oh, was that young man such a stud in his eyes. It had been closing time so the older boy was the only one left to close up shop. Jimin still remembered Yoongi seated on the wheeled chair with the sleeves of his black button up rolled up and its collar popped open to reveal milky white skin - a beautiful contrast to the colourful ink. He had lazily lolled his head up, his eyes hidden behind the drooping black cap. The only form of facial expression Jimin could see was his pretty pink lips left opened like he was scowling.

Boy, was he intimidated. He had frozen up at the door, not knowing if he should step in or say something. Purely just staring at Yoongi with a gaping mouth as he swivels around and walks up to him. Jimin felt like a naive little child around him. The older boy had to wave his hand in the air and drawl out his question again just to snap him out of his stare-fest. And to this day, he still finds himself shamelessly ogling at his boyfriend - who was currently hunched over on a chair, his black hair tousled as he focuses on tattooing a customer. The rolled up sleeves of his shirt highlighted the little muscle in his arms, bulging here and there every time Yoongi moves the tattoo gun. He was irresistible in Jimin's eyes.

"Hey, Jimbo!"

Casper - a 6 feet tall Scandinavian man with icy blue eyes and long blonde hair tied in a bun - clasps Jimin on the back, snapping him out of his daze. He was so loud that even over the distant music playing and the buzzing sound of multiple tattoo guns, people nearby turned to look.