DRUNK TATTOOS † TAEKOOK

N I N E

  Hoseok and Jungkook entered the tattoo studio. The strong musk of lemon and cologne roamed the building. Fluorescent neon white lights lit up the front desk and tattoo stations. A playlist of hip hop music booms throughout the studio with surround sound speakers.

Hoseok pulls his dust mask down to his chin, a large smile on his lips as he greets the man at the front desk. Holding a large and heavy box in his other hand, Hoseok speaks to the man for a bit. Jungkook behind the older, carrying two boxes on top of each other.

"Ah, Hoseok! Just in time."

"Namjoon hyung!" Hoseok puts the box on the desk, greeting the taller man who appeared from the back.

Namjoon, the taller man, had tattoos scattering his whole body. His collarbones, arms, wrists, fingers, tattoo galore. He was a walking filled art canvas, a tank top to show it all off. His arms were definitely bulkier than Jungkook's. With such an intimidating figure, Namjoon had a soft smile which contrasted to his impression. Deep dimples that melted into his cheeks when he smiled.

Namjoon takes off the glove on his left hand and takes Hoseok into a small hug, pulling away. "Thanks for dropping this shipment off, I had a busy day today and the boys were off on school," he says.

Hoseok nods furiously. "Don't worry about it, give me a call whenever you need help.."

Jungkook stood there awkwardly, his palms starting to sweat from holding the boxes for a long time.

"Oh and Namjoon!" Hoseok says before patting Jungkook on the shoulder, "This is Jungkook, my friend."

"Nice to meet you Jungkook," Namjoon says, his eyes inspecting Jungkook, "Got any tattoos? You look pretty young though."

"... I have one," Jungkook replies with a slight shrug, "but i was going to ask if i could have a cover up tattoo?"

"How old are you?"

"... Twenty one," Jungkook answers, and puts the boxes down. Wiping his palms on his jeans.

Namjoon smiles and nods his head. "Feel free to come in during the weekdays, we aren't as busy," he says, "We'll talk out what you want. It'll be on the house, any friend of hoseok is a friend of mines."

"We're cleaning up to close soon," he adds, "but you guys can stay here to hang out, the boys are just upstairs."

Hoseok nods, "We'll help clean," he says.

Namjoon nods and leads Hoseok and Jungkook to the tattoo stations. He asks them to dispose all the trash from under the counters outside in the large garbage can.

Hoseok bumps his head under the counters now and then, Jungkook quietly laughing at his clumsiness. Jungkook rolls his sleeves up, tying each garbage bag up as he leans on the counter.

He keeps his eyes on his hands, but they slowly drift off to his wrist and distracts him.

The prominent 'P.JM' initials are imprinted with a bold black ink, no matter how many times you try to rub it off it would always stay. Sometimes his skin would be rubbed raw, yet it would still be there. It was haunting to Jungkook.

"- could you please come down here?" Namjoon's voice pulls Jungkook away from his mind space.

"Yes Papa!"

He could hear footsteps jog downstairs from the back of the studio, his gaze settled on Namjoon.

Namjoon smiles for the fourth smile this night. "Help bring these boxes upstairs," he says, pointing to the boxes Hoseok and Jungkook brought in on the front desk.

First, Jungkook didn't know if he was staring because of the term 'papa' was used out loud, or the fact that Namjoon was addressed as a father. Did he have a son? No, he looked too young to have a son. If he did, the kid would have to still be a child, but the voice that replied to Namjoon definitely wasn't a child's voice.

He was staring at Namjoon's assumed son. His skin was untouched of tattoos, but sun kissed healthy tan. He wore a baggy simple white shirt, but it definitely didn't hide his figure under the neon white lights. The hidden curves of his waist illuminated through the clothes under the light. A larger smile was on his lips, it was much box-like unlike Hoseok's heart shaped smile.

Namjoon played with the boy's hair as the boy picked up two out of the three boxes off the desk. Turning around, his eyes caught Jungkook's.

Jungkook's lips pursed tightly, his cheeks rushing a soft rose pink. A smile stretched on the boy's lips again as he waved to Jungkook with one free hand.

Jungkook hid in his jacket a bit, giving a small wave back to the boy.

Hoseok notices and softy laughs. "That's one of Namjoon's ex-girlfriends' kids. She had them at a young age before Joon dated her. She didn't want to take care of the kids anymore, so Namjoon took the responsibility."

"Come with me more often," Hoseok says,

"You can meet them both."

[unedited]