Blood, Sweat, & Tears

Jeon Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook has always had a bit of a rebellion complex. His family was conservative while he was open. His father was a police officer, while he dabbled in all things illegal. Jungkook was never affiliated with a certain gang though. He was simply someone to be hired when you wanted something done right. 

By age 15, Jungkook was ankle deep in blood money. As the best sharpshooter in Busan, he was hired to take out anyone, His shots so accurate, it was said he could shoot a strand of hair out of the air. Jungkook was also quite the artist. He was great at a specific type of art, tattooing. At age 16, Jungkook had not only tattooed half of the underground population but also himself. He was known as Kookie. It was a rather cute nickname, but his identity was something that Jungkook kept under wraps. No one could know he was the chief police officer's son. 

Jungkook had a soft spot though. His mother. You could always find him in the kitchen with her, learning every recipe and committing it to memory. He loved his mother with all of his heart, but couldn't stand to be in the same room as his father for more than ten seconds. Any longer than that and they were at each other's throats. One night, Jungkook had enough and packed everything up and left. He was done living under the same roof as a man who despised even looking at him. 

Jungkook quickly settled in Seoul. Starting a small tattoo shop with a living space over it. He even called it Kookie's. One day when he was about to lock up, six men walked in. Their faces were covered. Jungkook immediately found the handgun he kept under the front desk. 

"Can I help you?" Jungkook's voice was calm and calculated. Though he doubted he could take them all at once. 

"Are you the same Kookie from Busan?" The shortest of the group spoke, "The sharpshooter?" 

Jungkook's jaw clenched. They'd seen his face now. 

"Don't worry," The tallest spoke, "We aren't here to hurt you or anything like that." 

"We want you to join us," The broad-shouldered one spoke calmly, "You could still operate this place. You could do anything you want, but you would also help us operate the largest gang in the entire country." 

Jungkook watched the six men for a moment. He wasn't sure if he could trust them, but suddenly all six removed their masks and their caps and glassed. Jungkook smiled mischievously. 

"That sounds like a big fuck you to my dad," He said as he laid his weapon down, "I'm in." 

Jungkook sighed as Yoongi led the girl he had brought home last night out the door of the shop. She was clearly hungover and in no shape to be anywhere but in bed. Today had been a slow day and nobody had been in the shop except for two girls looking for a small friendship tattoo. Jungkook flicked his eyes to the door when the bell rang and he did a double take. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life had just walked in. The girl looked around for a bit before locking eyes with him and smiling. 

"Hello," Her voice was sweet like honey and melodic as music, "Are you the artist?" 

Jungkook's jaw fell open. He wanted to answer her with words but they wouldn't come, so he nodded instead. 

"Fantastic," She strode back to where he was and pulled a piece of paper from her purse, "I want this, but I'm not sure where and people keep saying that it's way too big for a first tattoo..." 

Jungkook was lost for words. She was unbelievably stunning. The way she walked was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. 

"Uh...." Jungkook swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. He could kill for some water right now, "Well, the people you've been talking to are kind of right... This is a large piece for your first," The boy looked up to meet eyes with the older girl and immediately regretted the action. Her chocolate eyes had honey colored flecks as well as green colored flecks. She was mesmerizing, "If you really want this, I suggest that we place it on your ribs as it's a large enough space, but that can be really painful..." He trailed off. He wasn't in any place to turn away a customer, but he didn't want her to feel any more pain than she had to. The older woman just smiled at him. 

"Then it'll go on my ribs. I'll trust you." She smiled wider and her teeth were a dazzling white. Jungkook nodded and took the paper and began the sketch. 

"You're a lovely artist," She said from behind him, "I'm Sun-Hi, by the way." 

"I'm Jungkook," The boy responded as he finished the sketch, "So to do this, you're going to have to remove your shirt as well as your bra..." Jungkook's face reddened as he set up screens for privacy. The girl followed his instructions and lay down on the table, "I can't promise that this won't hurt. I'm going to do this in parts and before I start a new one, I'll test out an area so you can see how it feels, alright? If you ever need a break, just tell me and I can go get you a glass of water or anything you want." 

"Got it, boss." She giggled. 

"Yah," Jungkook looked over his shoulder to see his beautiful fiancee standing in the doorway of the kitchen in the restaurant that Kook had recently opened, "Jungkook-ah, we have to get home." 

The older skipped her way to her younger partner and they shared a sweet kiss. Jungkook's fingers traced the area where he had tattooed her years ago. Sun-hi's hands mused Jungkook's hair. He took her hands in his as they pulled away from one another. His finger ran over the stone in her ring. 

"You know I love you, right?" Jungkook looked her in the eyes, "And I can't wait 'til I can legally say you're mine." 

"I love you too, silly." She intertwined their fingers and pulled him towards the door, "Come on. Jin called and said we'll miss dinner." 

The tattoo

The ring