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...
wasn't able to update due to mourning for jonghyun , may the angel rest in pure peace <3
also i don't think tae and jk know each other's names in this fic yet s o
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❝痛苦的阴茎❞
JUANCOCK'S POV
"Prepare me a hot bath,"
My eyes fully widened; as the ill male's words couldn't stream through my mind cells. "What crack are you on?" I glanced at the older with illuminated and taken aback orbs, as they weren't able to blink with an agreement. I could sense myself not able to process the brunette's words; as I didn't expect myself to be treated like a servant.
"Did I suddenly speak Bengali? I'm ill and would appreciate a heated bath," He scoffed back with a husky and croaky pitch; as the amber-hued phlegm was evident within his clogged throat. I instantly met defeat, desiring to bang my face against the wall rather than stay with the sick male.
"You came here to take care of me, yet you can't fill a bathtub with water." He huffed out with annoyance; painful coughs leaving his harshly chapped and coarse lips. I felt my legs weaken, purely hating to await for a bathtub to fill up and help the elder who didn't have a high amount of worth for me. Goddammit.
I groaned and grumbled heavily; taking a few and mild steps away from the elder with a high fever. "Fine, drink your soup whilst I'm at it." I muttered in response with curled spheres, watching an agonising smirk slowly begin to coat the latter's lips.
"First room on the right," I heard him feebly groan out; as I nodded faintly in response. I turned on my heels, as my patience was slowly wearing away. I sauntered through the lightly opened door, shifting myself to the transparent door; which seemed like the entrance to the desired bathroom.
I pressed the door open; a white-hued bathtub laying in front of my coffee orbs. "Aight, let's attempt this." I mumbled to myself; bending over to twist the metal knobs. In all true honesty, I'm not a huge fan of baths; as they just seem like you laying in your own dirty water unless you shower yourself beforehand.
I nibbled on my lower lip; hearing the water stream downwards along with heated steam rising up. My eyes perked around; glancing around for the bathing liquid in order to scent and bubble-up the whitened bathtub. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I whispered to myself, not knowing how to figure out a bath.
My eyes lit up; spotting a lilac-hued liquid laying beside the soap and unopened showering gels. "If it's bleach, then it's honestly not my fault." I grumbled quietly; pushing my feet against the ground to grab the purple substance. I immediately latched onto it, taking a peep to make sure it's the right liquid.
