You always thought of them as unique art. And he just cherished your passion.
Your tattoo gun was the brush and his body was the canvas.
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About two people who were forced to hide their affection for each other and tattoos because of the filthy soci...
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You gasp as Jimin clutches onto your waist, preventing you from zoning out. The music starts and quickly pecks your lips and you both start the dance. You are followed by many other couples.
You are nervous yet so excited to show off your skills. Calm down, you thought to your heart which was beating in the fastest pace.
Jimin on the other hand was confident. But he couldn't help but feel that, something is going to go wrong, really wrong. But the shook the feeling off and smiled brightly.
Both of you swayed and turned and danced your steps so elegantly, people just stared in awe. Parents were proud, especially both mothers.
As soon as the music stopped before let out cheers and clapped to the loudest, but you were least bothered by them. Your eyes just stared into Jimin's, which were now covered with blue lens.
He believed in you and you proved him right. Your anxiety vanished and your arms wrap around his neck unconsciously and you mumble ' thank you '.
The host stood on the stair higher than the ground level and spoke in the mic. He smoothly greeted everyone and asked to go back to the reserved tables.
You didn't want to be here. But there was no choice. People did as he instructed them to.
The time passed slowler than ever. You sat beside Jimin along with yours and his families together. Your father occasionally glanced at you and him suspiciously.
The media on the other hand recorded everything and everyone.
Jimin leaned a bit gesturing you to come closer so he could say something,
" Your legs are too exposed to be seen, love. " As a reflex you closed your thighs tightly and glared at him as he supresses a laugh.
Soon it was time to enjoy the feast and you couldn't be any happier. The waiters served the food and you were hit with Déjà vu.
You fold the napkin and place on your lap. The only thing which excited you on the table was food. The business talks just went into your ear and passed out by the other.
" Ma'am " A waiteress called out with a tray and you looked over your shoulder confused. But I thought all food was served..?
" Yes? "
" I was told to pass this to you secretly. " She held out a lowered hand which was grabbing a folded tissue which was hidden from others notice.
But what is this?
You took it before thanking and dismissing her. You glanced at Jimin a few times as the tissue layed on the napkin on your lap.
Is it one of his annoying tricks again?
Your nose scrunches up and you smile as you mentally rolled your eyes. You start eating your food and you noticed your mom trying her best to unknowingly gesture you to enagage in the conversation.
You obliged and finished your food as you spoke out all your knowledge on business and money, even sitting out some unwanted opinions to which Jimin snorted.
You unfold the tissue and glance down to read the words.
Meet me at the terrace, alone. — Hobi
You maintained your composure and fold it once again, wiping the edges of your lips gently with the un-inked part.
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A/N - After sooo long omg! Thank you for your support and love to the book and also for the 6k ♡//cries
