Tattoos | Park Jimin

Tattoo || 2

            The moment he left you stare at the door for a while and turned around to sit on your comfy seat.  You were pretty observant. His soft features had fascinated you. It was pretty obvious that he is now going to be your regular customer. The look of his face told it clearly.

But there was something uneasy sitting on your stomach. His name and his eyes looked familiar. But you couldn't seem to remember where you had seen that proud smile of his.

Five minutes later, there's a gentle knock on the door and you turn around and yell ' come in '. The door opens and your friend, Jungkook comes in with a flashy smile.

" Y/N " He walks towards you and leans forward to hug you. You hug back with a puzzled expression.

" What's up Kook? " You were pretty confused. He was supposed to be in his home back in Busan.

" I missed the train because I woke up late. " He flashes you his bunny like grin. You shake your head at his carelessness.

" And to remember this day, I want one more tattoo. " He takes out your file of designs and checks all your drawings. He stops immediately and looks at you.

" Don't you have this tattoo? " He shows you the simple design and you nod your head.

" This one then. " He places the file on the table and sits on the seat which Jimin was sitting on just a while a ago. You stare at him and he notices it.

" I swear I will pay this time. " He raises his hands up in defense and you chuckle.

Spending 10 minutes of preparations while hearing his story about ' the creepy girl ' who had chased him from the club you both visited last weekend.

" I still think she just wanted to get into your pants. " You tell him peeling off the temporary tattoo from his shoulder. The outline was beautifully presented on his skin and you start working on the tattoo.

" Oh no, I think not. She was deadly in love with me, you just didn't see in her eyes. " He completely disagrees with your statement.

" Whatever floats you boat, honey. "

Jeon Jungkook was your best and closest friend. Someone you knew since you were a child. You could tell him anything without being judged. And he knew everything about you; from your silliest habits to your darkest secrets.

You start doing your tattoo but were disturbed when you heard G-dragon's ' Untitled ' song. You groan and stop.

" I have told you so many times to turn your damn phone off or switch it into silent mode when I am working on a tattoo Jeon Jungkook! "

" Mianhae " He picks the call with grunt and mumbles a ' hello '.

" Eomma, I —"

There was yelling on the other line and Jungkook pulls his phone away and pouts at you. After not getting any reaction from you he again brings it closer to his ears and starts talking.

" I am with Y/N now. - Okay - Ne - I woke up late. - Eomma - annyeo — " He stares at the phone after his mother hangs up cutting him off. And you snicker at him.

" That's what you get for being lazy and irresponsible all the time. "

He rolls his eyes and you continue to finish the tattoo being permanently marked on his shoulder. You wipe the completed tattoo with a tissue and take a deep breath. He then wears his plain white T-shirt.

" 1000 won for each line. " You smirk at his priceless expression.

" Shut up " He glares at your laughing self. " Go ask Cheonsa about the price. " He rolls his eyes and starts walking out of the room.

" Your welcome! " You yell sarcastically as he closes the door. Sighing you walk to you table and bend a bit to take out a pack of cigarettes. You sit on your seat and take one out of it and place it between your soft lips. As soon as you light it, you feel warm smoke down your throat and you exhale it out. It felt satisfying.

But your satisfaction vanishes when you look at the clock, seven o'clock. You cigarette drops from your lips to your arm causing you to hiss because of the pain. Then you step on it with the heel of your shoes, making a mental note to clean it tomorrow and pack up your things.

You grab your phone and bag and walk outside the room after switching off all the lights. When you quickly turn, you made eye contact with Cheonsa, your assistant.

" I got to go! Bye Cheonsa! " She laughs and yells back. You wave at her and rush outside and made your way home.

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" What have I told you about coming late? " A man with a deep voice questions you grumpily when you close the front door. " There were customers. "

" Lies, I am done with those lies! " You let out a silent sigh since there is no use of countering yourself.

" I am going to bed. " You mumble and try escaping but instead he stops you again. " I am not done with you young lady. "

You bite your lip and make an eye contact with the man, who is your so called step - father, Kim Jinyoung.

The rich and one of the most successful CEO in the country. People both feared and respected the man. But not you. He never really liked the idea of you with tattoos and smoking around. He says —

it will ruin the family's reputation. 

" Y/N " He calls out and then sighs not knowing what to do with your behavior. Your mom enters the room and looks at you both. She opens her mouth to say something but the maid intrudes and informs that the food is ready and leaves.

" I asked the cook to make your favorite dessert. " She sheepishly smile at you and you grin at that.

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