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...
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❝路易威登❞
JUANCOCK'S POV
"Care to explain these?" I questioned with a raised brow, lifting up the Louis Vuitton jeans that were immensely close to my heart. I viewed Taehyung clench his jaw gradually, peering his orbs at me with hesitance. "U-Um," The older stuttered, as I sensed myself ready to pull up and swing sense.
"I worked so hard in the tattoo parlour to buy these jeans, but they're now suddenly ripped?" I spat out to the older with emptiness from losing the denim material, as I could sense the mildly taller having difficulty to respond. "I have no idea how that happened," Taehyung swallowed, as I shook my head with utter rage; preparing myself to scream on the tip of my lungs.
"Two embarrassing situations happened to me Taehyung!" I yelled out with full anger, not caring if his roommate had a glimpse of my voice. The older almost staggered back at my sudden yell, slightly terrified to bring eye-contact with me; as I was no longer known as the timid or shy tattoo artist. "Firstly, I lost my Louis Vuitton jeans! Secondly, I'm going to be posted on the internet with my cock out!" I continued to yell; as Taehyung needed thick earbuds to prevent his ears from becoming deaf.
"Look, your dick isn't even big." Taehyung retorted to me in a calmer tone, as I immediately clenched my fists tightly at his triggering words. I huffed out heavily; feeling my palms begin to glitter with sweat through the jean's material, as I was completely covered with anger.
"That makes it worse," I gritted under my breath; as Taehyung gently rolled his eyes in response. "Fam, I can't do anything about your jeans. I saw it jammed, so I obviously tried to yank it out." He attempted to reassure and decrease my anger, but it wasn't helping in the mildest.
"Did you not think that I would pull it too?" I shot out; still being fully stubborn and holding an intense grudge. "Listen, this is God's karma for this tattoo." The bronze male pointed towards the inked tattoo on his bicep, as the cartoon version of the dick didn't fade in the slightest.
"Oh my- You're still on about that?" I huffed out with annoyance, as this whole situation was travelling nowhere. "I can't wear short-sleeved shirts because of this mess," Taehyung replied, as the hatred that I buried for the elder was beginning to dig deeper and denser.
"I can't even go out of the house since everyone will see me on the internet!" I raised my voice highly; viewing Taehyung scramble straight up. The older sprinted his legs towards the bathroom's door; immediately shutting it as he heaved out in a heavy tone.
"Keep your voice low, my roommate will hear." The male whispered in a furious pitch; as he wasn't considering the emotions that were fogging my anatomy. "Let him hear!" I yelled out; glancing at how the elder locked the door shut in order to trap his roommate away. He shifted his head back towards me with utter irritation, as I began to perk my pole lips at his anger. I should be the angry one.
