Tattoos | Park Jimin

Tattoo || 42

          Hoseok continues to tattoo on your waist while you overthink. As soon as the sound of the machine stopped you are brought back to reality. Almost an hour and a half had passed by and you didnt even realise it was nine.

" Oh — " You brush a hand on the beautifully designed tattoo and smile. You walk towards the mirror and see the gorgeous tattoo which you had worked so hard on.

" Thank you, Hobi. It means a lot. " You pull down your top and take your bag to get money out.

" No, don't. It's on the house. " He sniled genuinely and you feel bad. You drop your bag and pull him into a tight hug. Tears on the verge of leaking out byt you hold them back.

" Were you always so kind? "

He froze but soon melts and hugs you back. Guilt fills him

" I don't know... " He whispers.

" I am sorry, Hobi. I should have heard you out. " You pull away and wipe your wet eyes not wanting to break down.

" It's okay, honey. " He smiles and places a hand below your jaw and gently brushes his thumb against your cheek.

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It's been two days since the break up and you are out of your mind. Going to the club everyday, shots were your medication. You gave up on smoking for now, you wanted to try something new. Even though waking up with hangovers was a disaster, you don't care.

You just don't care anymore. Not even about yourself. Park Jimin had finally broken you, ruined you.

And you felt like there was no one to console you.

Jungkook and Cheonsa were out of town and you don't want to disturb them.

Your parents are barely home with the burden of office work.

And you never wanted to face Taehyung. He would have noticed if he had seen you and probably would have been damn worried.

I am fine.

You splashed cold water on your face and then wipped the droplets way with a towel. Dark circles were clearly visible.

You were too tired. Responsibilities were over burdening you, stress was your worst enemy for now.

You didn't get proper sleep either. By the time you are sober, sun rises. You get almost two to three hours of sleep which was so unhealthy.

You couldn't deal with Jimin anymore. He was too toxic and you have realised it finally.

Why is he so confusing? He just frustrates you so much.

What's even worse is that, you are still in love with him. And moving on seems impossible at the moment.

Why did it have to be him?

Do I even deserve this?

The last thought bothered you so much. You kept on asking this to yourself. But the answer remains a mystery.

You don't want interact with him anymore. But now that you are going to have a company alone in your hands, you had to see him occasionally in business parties and meetings.

You sigh loudly as you continue thinking.

" I am done with this shit. " You tie your hair into a high pony and apply some concealer and lipstick.

You were dressed up in leather shorts and a sheer shirt which exposed your holographic black bra.

You smiled with pride and walk out wearing your shoes and grabbing your clutch. No one was at home other than couple maids.

Y/N

9.06 PM

Hey

I am coming to the studio.

Wanna go to the club? I am in the mood to get drunk.

Hobi

9.07 PM

I will be waiting.

Seen

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