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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❝密钥卡❞
JUANCOCK'S POV
"Is that the guy who had his balls out?" A female voice piped behind mine and Taehyung's figure; as my beam rapidly faded from the question. I gulped in a dense breath, shifting my gaze awkwardly towards the female; as my heart dropped to the tiled ground when I saw two others females nearby her.
"Oh my God, it is him!" The ash-haired female screamed out next to her, plainly forgetting the fact that we were in a designer store. I rapidly turned my head away from the females who weren't woke to what privacy was, as Taehyung was attempting to stifle back a loud laughter. "Shoot, lemme grab my snap!" I clenched my fists around the denim jean; peering at the size with my daggers full of annoyance and rage.
I exhaled out heavily when I saw it was my size; ringing my milky fingers around Taehyung's honey arms. The older's beam faded away; seeming completely taken aback as I pulled him towards me with a fogged and impatient mind. "Let's go pay," I gritted under my frustrated breath, yanking the older forcefully as the luxurious till wasn't far.
"Holy- Okay then," Taehyung didn't attempt to object when he viewed my fierce expressions, as my rapid feet sauntered towards the whitened till with annoyance. The worker's head perked up at my footsteps; as I shoved the blue attire into Taehyung's hands. "Hurry up and pay," I huffed out to the older; knowing this whole situation will turn out worse and horrendous.
"Bitch, this ain't cheap." Taehyung murmured under his breath, pushing his hand into his acid-hued jeans in order to retrieve his leather wallet. "Wow, take your time." I sarcastically commented towards the elder, as he rolled his oak eyes at my attitude. Taehyung strode towards the worker with an elegant beam painted on her wine lips, as I awkwardly followed the taller from behind.
"Do you have a Luis Vuitton membership card?" I heard the female ask in an elegant pitch; the the taller shook his brunette and burnt strands in response. "Alright, that's $350." The woman spoke out in a calm tone, as I viewed Taehyung's shoulders stiffen. The brunette hesitatingly gripped onto his navy-hued card; as the female pulled out her milky one. Taehyung forced a smile onto his blushed lips, as the female's slender fingers latched onto his card.
Taehyung attempted to awkwardly grip harder onto the precious card, rapidly failing when the worker pulled the material away. "Dammit," I heard Taehyung mutter under his heated breath; as he could sense his debt awaiting for him. The female swiped his card against the technical system, beaming as a whitened receipt flew from the machine. A box was opened for the pair of denim attire; as she neatly placed them into the Luis Vuitton bags.
Taehyung's coral lips fell agape when she slid the box into a Luis Vuitton carrier bag, pulling her fingers out with nude acrylics; as Taehyung gladly took his $350 through jeans. Both Taehyung and I were about to turn on our heels and exit the immensely expensive store, but the female's voice abruptly paused both of our movement.
