Lying to Survive

Chapter 14

Sundays

Sundays were usually your most boring day. Everything was always so repetitive.

You got up and got ready for work, like you had done for the last two days. You walked into the kitchen to look around and see if you had any food. You didn't. But you did find something else. Somebody had slipped an envelope under your door. Your immediate reaction was to worry, but you knew for a fact that the monsters you so happened to work with couldn't know where you lived. You picked up the envelope and opened it. It was from your dad.

Y/N,

I will be sending someone to check up on your progress in two days. Hopefully, you've done something. Don't make any frivolous purchases. Do not have any slip-ups. I know that you will be tempted to let your emotions come first; that will only mess things up. Stay on task.

Be ready,

Y/D/N.

Wow.

You couldn't say that you were surprised. This was just like him to do. But you couldn't say that you were fine. You were angry. Being independent and on your own gave you a chance to actually express and feel your emotions.

And you felt angry.

This wasn't right. And you realized that now. He didn't care. He didn't even ask if you were eating, which you weren't. He didn't check to see if you had money, which you barely did. You were out here, doing his work, putting your life on the line for him and he didn't even have the decency to say hello.

And that pissed you off.

You went to work feeling only anger. Except for the heart-pounding fear that you were spying on the men you were working with, who also happened to be after you too. But you tried to play it casual. You stayed quiet and the boys didn't mind. Until Hoseok came in to bother you. Sorry, talk to you.

Eventually, your terrifying yet very uneventful shift was over and you rushed out. You decided to put on a facemask and sunglasses, mostly because you felt paranoid knowing that the boys were after you and your uncle had betrayed you, but you told yourself it was "just in case". You walked down the street and started to look through your purse for some loose change for food. You hadn't eaten in about a day. Suddenly, you came across a very specific person's business card to a very specific tattoo shop. That made you think. You remembered why you were angry. You remembered how unfair your father was to you, so why should you listen to him?

That was it. You were just itching to break the rules after eighteen years of following all of them to a tee, so you walked into a tattoo parlor, the same one you had walked by yesterday.

The guy behind the counter perked up when you walked in. Nobody else was around. You took off your sunglasses.

"What can I do for you?" He asked with a smile.
"I want a tattoo." You stated confidently.
"Well, I figured that much."
Dumb thing to say Y/N.
You laughed nervously.
"Right."
"Anyways, let's get you that tattoo. Name please."
You decided in a split second you needed a fake name. With the boys after you, it probably wasn't safe to give your real one.
"Kim Jimin."
He smiled to himself and wrote your name down in a record-keeping book.
"There aren't any other artists around right now, so I'll be doing your tattoo." He told you. "Is there a specific design you had in mind or did you want to look at different styles?"
"Uh, I actually have no idea what I want. This is kind of spur of the moment."
"It's okay, the best tattoos usually are. Is this your first one?"
You nodded.
"Perfect."
He walked to the back of the shop and returned with a stack of large binders in his hands. He plopped them down on the counter.
"How am I supposed to choose between all of those?" You asked.
"It's easier than you think. Do you want skulls or any kind of 'darker' design?" You shook your head. He set aside two of the binders. "Do you want quotes?" You shook your head. He took away two more binders. "How about minimalistic stuff? Like shapes or lines?"
"No."
Finally, you were left with one binder.
"This is all flowers or animals. Is that okay?"
"Yes."
"Okay," he said. "I'll take these to the back and get my drawing pad while you choose. Take your time."
"Thanks." You said.
"Oh, and by the way, my name's Yoongi."
You shook his hand and he disappeared into the back.

You scanned the numerous designs as you flipped the pages. A countless number of flowers covered the book. Some were bursting with vibrant colors that made them seem like they were real. Others were simply black and white, giving them a peaceful, solemn feel. Some of the vines twisted and tangled together and some stood alone in a field.

But among the vast array of flowers, one thing stood out to you.

It was a bird. The design didn't come in color, and you didn't know anything about birds, but you just felt that it was bluebird. It wasn't just perched on a branch or in a cage, it was free. It was flying, like it should be. You traced your finger on its wings and feathers.

You felt a connection to the bird. You were both meant to be free.

"Yoongi, I think I know what I want."

He came out and looked at it with you.

"Good choice. I can definitely see it on you."

Important notice! You were not accustomed to pain.

You were so sheltered as a child that you never even had the opportunity to get hurt. You tripped up the stairs occasionally and that was it. Even that could be a little too much to handle at times.

And now, you were about to have thousands of tiny needles piercing your skin over and over again. You started to feel a bit light-headed at the thought.

Yoongi came back from getting stuff ready in the back and you could already feel the needles burning your skin.

He smiled at you.

"You ready?" He asked.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and forced a smile onto your face.

"As I'll ever be."

He brought you to the back room. You sat in the chair, clutching the small bird design in your hands for dear life. He pulled on a pair of gloves over his long fingers.

Your stomach stopped churning and started going for somersaults. Your hands started to sweat and your head was pounding.

He turned on the tattoo gun to test it.

The room began to spin around you.

"Before we start, have you had anything to eat or drink today?" He asked. His voice sounded faraway and underwater.

You choked out a response. You think you had said no.

The last thing you heard before the whole room went dark was someone calling your name.

[A/N]
She's back.