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Today was the day, he was finally going to move on. The ink on his wrist was invisible to him, simply just a black ink blot in his mind. Maybe the ignorance was his happiness?
Maybe the tattoo no longer had meaning to him.
It was early in the morning, the sun rising. He held a fresh bouquet of roses with a love letter he stayed up all night writing for the one he was finally going to call his, it was for Taehyung.
A never ending smile was on his lips as he hums a gentle tune, walking through the streets of Seoul. His cheeks never hurt, they held up the smile brightly.
His heart on his sleeve was finally fixed.
He stopped in front of the tattoo studio, and knocked on the glass door. He caught the attention of Seokjin, who was at the front desk preparing for the studio's opening.
He lets out a dreadful sigh, and walks over to open it. "... We're not open yet," Seokjin says. "Come back later."
"I came to see Taehyung," Jungkook says, and Seokjin glances down at the bouquet of roses in his hands.
"Date?" Seokjin asks.
"No," Jungkook shakes his head with a small laugh, "... I'm going to ask him to be m-"
"What makes you think you can do that?" Seokjin says, "... What makes you even think for a second you're a good enough man for my little br-"
"Seokjin, I know you don't like me," Jungkook cuts him off, "But maybe if you weren't so harsh on me and on Taehyung... You would realize he makes me really happy and I make him happy. I get it, you're his older brother, but you have to let him love again... Please, just trust him with me."
Seokjin purses his lips, gripping the door handle. "... Come inside, no funny business," He sighs, and opens the door for Jungkook. "He's upstairs in his bedroom."
Jungkook crinkles his eyes as his smiles. "Thank you. I know I'm not perfect, but I'll make Taehyung happy, okay?"
"Yeah yeah," Seokjin sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Break his heart, and I'll break your neck."
Jungkook literally sprints upstairs, and he could hear Namjoon's chuckle from downstairs as he made his way up. He makes sure the roses in his hand aren't damaged, and he pants from the short outburst. He opens the door to their apartment above the studio, and is met with the sunlight from the living room window.
He looks around the empty and cozy apartment he's familiar with. He walked passed the family portrait and into the small hallway with the bedrooms.
He spots the familiar bedroom door with kakaotalk stickers and the graffiti art styled label 'Taehyung's room', and knocks on the door.
He looks down at his feet, fiddling with a couple of rose petals softly. His bunny smile still on his lips. Silence in the apartment, he could hear his heart beating.
No reply.
He knocks again. "Taehyung, it's Jungkook."
No reply.
"Are you sleeping?"
Jungkook laughs softly, and places his hand on the doorknob. "You better be sleeping, don't hide if you're not."
He opens the door slowly, peaking it. He opens the door fully, and comes inside.
His heart drops as the roses hit the floor, scattering.
His hands drop to his sides. The black ink on his wrist screamed in regret as it began to only fill his mind once again, there was no happiness.
Taehyung's head was nestled into the older man's chest as he snores softly, his arms loosely around the man's waist. Blue and purple love bites scattered his neck, the same neck that was clear of any sexual desires.
Jimin's arm was on Taehyung's shoulder, as his chin rested on the top of his head. He pecks the top of Taehyung's head with his swollen lips before looking at Jungkook. Their chests were bare, and clearly had hands on them. There were bruises on Taehyung's sides, Jungkook could see the area where Jimin's hands gripped them so harshly.
It smelled sour. It wasn't the sweet smell Taehyung always had in his room, it was completely different.
It smelled like sex.
"... W-What the fuck," Jungkook choked up.
Jimin ran his fingers through Taehyung's hair softly, holding him close to his chest. "... Go home, Jungkook."
"This is no place for a little kid."
- § • [A/N]
Another book completed! I feel accomplished once again! Thank you for reading! It means a lot to me, you have no idea. I'll be posting more books soon!
Thank you for joining the journey of DRUNK TATTOOS, I hope you enjoyed yourself. ❤︎❤︎❤︎
