I eyed the attractive men that surrounded Jimin and I's seated figures. Two stood on each side of me and two stood on both sides of Jimin, and another one stood behind Jimin holding onto his shoulders. Is this where I die or something?
"Y/N?" I looked at the man across from me beside Jimin. I hummed in reply.
"Touch Jimins arm with the back of your hand" The man instructed. Jimin layed his inked arm on the table between us. A few burns seen around his wrist. I moved my hand towards his arm.
Suddenly a,painful force, pulled our arms apart. The man behind him held him in place, while the men behind me did the same.
Jimins arm burnt and my hand bruised.
"What the fuck was that?" I mumbled out loudly as I rubbed my hand, leaving the grip of the men behind me. I was answered by silence.
"Y/N, when Jimin did your tattoo, was it more painful than you expected" I looked beside me to the man who spoke. I nodded with pained expression; thinking back to the painful experience and the irritant on my hand.
"Y-you may go" Jimin groaned as he slid down his chair in obvious discomfort and pain.
Later,
As I walked passed the reception towards the door, I was pulled back by the employees words.
"I feel sorry for you" the man spoke in a quiet voice.
I turned around to face him. "Huh?"
"Hah! Um I feel sorry your in pain!" He badly covered up. I nodded sarcastically and left the shop.
"I feel sorry that you have that tattoo" he mumbled inaudibly when the door shut.
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FanfictionThe Devils Ink, ruined it all. Blood beautifully dripped down her neck, soaking her clothes. She looked absolutely beautiful with blood flowing down her not so pale neck. "Be careful what you wish for."
