Illegal Innocence | Jeon Jungkook

2| Slow days

I woke to the unnecessary sound of my alarm, however I still threw my covers back and climbed out of the warmth of my bed. Tugging on ugg boots I trudged into the kitchen, turning on the kettle to make some hot chocolate and placing bread into the toaster. I grab out two mugs from the cabinet above the bench, filling one with chocolate powder and the other with coffee grounds. Mixing the drinks with the boiling water, letting it cook as I butter my toast I sat down at the dining table. Dad walks in wearing his typical Kings of Leon shirt that was fading, thanking me for the coffee before disappearing into the living room.

Once breakfast was finished I was changing into my uniform. I was soon after doing my hair and brushing my teeth, grabbing my bag and waiting by the door. "Busy today dad?" I ask as we head to the car.

"Yeah, I have a business meeting at nine and then I have to go over profits and rates. So boring," he shakes his head, climbing into the car, "what about you?"

"Just putting up with Callie freaking out about me getting a tattoo," I smile.

He laughs turning on the engine and opening the automatic garage doors, driving out.

I prepared myself for screaming the moment I stepped out of the car, gosh why did teenagers have to be so immature? I waved by father goodbye and walked into the school halls which were filled with teenagers screeching like banshees. I started pushing my way through the crowd, ducking when a football was thrown across the hall. I quickly reach my locker and grab my things, running out to the courtyard and sighing, "what a mess."

"Hey!!" Callie yelled loudly from the hallway, "you ignored me!"

"Sorry," I mumble, "it's so crazy in there."

"Not really..." she states, sitting down, "anyway, did you ask your dad about the tattoo." I nod, "I'm getting it done Friday."

"You are?!!!" her eyes almost popped out of her head, "holy Sh-"

"Don't swear please," I interrupt her, "it's fowl and unlady like."

"Unlady like," her eyebrows fly to her hairline, "since when am I ladylike?"

"Never,"

"Precisely,"

The bell rings and we split up, heading to our seperate classes. I take my seat but find myself daydreaming, doodling in my book. I wrote my mother's name over and over, trying different fonts and styles trying to work out which one I preferred more. Each one had an infinity sign underneath, connecting to the name. In art I drew the name on different body parts, contemplating where I wanted it. Perhaps the collar bone? Perhaps the ankle? Perhaps the wrist? I truly didn't know where I was going to get it.

School eventually finished and I was walking back home. On the way I saw an ice cream van and I sigh to myself, "I will not buy ice cream." I focus on the path, glancing across to the van. "Ugh I hate myself sometimes," I storm across, "one ice cream please." The man behind the counter smiled, taking my money and fetching the cone filling it with soft serve. After handing it to me and a kind "farewell," I continued on my way, angrily eating. "Why do I always do this? I'm eighteen for Christ sake," I huff.

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The week took forever! It went so slowly, all I could think about was tattoo I was going to get. It was flooding my mind, I was drowning in my thoughts. But it wasn't until Friday lunchtime time it really became more of a reality. "Callie," I start, a smile spreading across my face.

"Yes?" she looks up, chopsticks in hand.

"I get my tattoo this afternoon," I smile even wider.

"I know," she rolls her eyes, officially done with me talking about it.

"I'm so nervous to be honest," I tap my fingers on the table.

"You've mentioned you know," she points the chopsticks at me accusingly.

"I'm sorry," I laugh, "I've been looking forward to it for what, the past four days. How that's so weird, four days..."

"Y/n. Babe. You needa stop," Callie chuckled, "you're getting a tattoo to make everyone think you're not innocent right?" She asked watching me for a reply.

"No... yes," I huff, "I hate being honest. I hate it so fricken much."

"And that clean mouth too? What eighteen year old says fricken?" Callie laughs in my face.

"Oh shut up," I cross my arms, "you're a bully."

She shook her head, "Y/n. You know I'm just trying to help, Plus, you needa loosen up. Come on, say crap." She looked at me expectantly.

"Say cr- no," I state, "it's rude. You can't make me."

"How is it rude?!"

"Because it is!"

"You know what's worse? Cu-"

"NO! DON'T SAY THAT WORD!"

"Country? Is country a bad word?" she smirks.

"You know I really dislike you sometimes," I stand and grab my bag, chucking my empty obento in the bin along with the cheap wooden chopsticks. "No you don't," she smiles, "and don't deny it." I squint at her and walk off, "see you on Monday!" I call as the bell went for out last two classes.

Walking home went pretty quickly, since I ran the entire way. I almost fell, twice, but I had to make it home as soon as possible. I had to be there for when dad got home and I most certainly had to prepare myself to get inked. I fished the keys out of my bag and opened the door, skipping inside. Stepping inside an odd smell smacked me in the face. "What's that awful smell?" I grumble, walking in, "it smells like cigarettes." Journeying forward I see dad sitting in front of the television, the cat behind his head on the back of the couch. "You're home already? But it's only 3:35... and I ran home..." I scratch my head in confusion, "normally you're not home for another ten minutes..."

"Well hello to you too dear," he gives me an accusing, yet teasing, glare.

"Sorry," I shake my head, "I should be more polite."

"It's fine, I came home early to start organising paperwork for the tattoo. Because you've just come of age I still need to show identification, and I haven't seen your birth certificate since I don't even remember," he stands, "but I found it, and everything is ready when you are."

"I'm ready now!"

"Come on then sweetie," he grabs the car keys and his jacket.