dawn. (yoonmin)

chapter 3

Doesn't it seem like life takes you on so many ups and downs that you can never seem to find steady ground? But what is steady ground? Is it a time, a place, an object? Or perhaps, is it a person?

•••

Knock.

"Hey Jimin? Can I... uh can I talk to you for a second?" Yoongi's voice slips through the door.

I'm tempted to not say anything. To leave him out there. Make him feel what I felt. But I can't, I cant do that to someone.

"Come in."

He opens the door and I notice the way his mint hair seems tousled, like he's been pulling at it.

"Jimin... I'm sorry. I wouldn't never hit you. I know I get mad, my anger is so fucking out of control and it consumes me sometimes. But I'd never hurt you, no matter how out of control I am."

I don't say anything back for a while, just observing the way he rocks from leg to leg like he's nervous.

"Okay Yoongi-hyung."

I can see the hurt across his face, but I can't forgive him yet. It's too soon.

"Goodnight Jimin-ah."

I hear the door close before I reply.

"Goodnight."

•••

Mornings suck. It's early and gross and irritating. But mom loves mornings and wants me to be Yoongi's personal alarm clock, despite my protests.

"Hey Yoongi-hyung, it's time to get up." I say whilst knocking on his door.

"Five more minutes." He mumbles.

"I'm coming in if you don't get up."

No sound.

"Fine, you asked for it."

I open the door to his room finding his curled up in a ball under his comforter. I might've found him cute if I wasn't so tired.

"Rise and shine idiot." I say while poking at him. He slaps my hand way.

"No, I'm too fucking warm."

I smirk crawls onto my face as I grab the edge of the blanket and rip it off.

Oh.

He's... shirtless.

Crap.

He lifts himself out of bed and I'm captivated. His voice is thick with sleep, making it even more raspy. His bangs fall into his eyes and he brushes them away. His hands. Oh my god. With him being shirtless I can see the tattoos extending from his collarbones down to his wrists. Beautiful images of flowers, dragons, and snakes curl their way along porcelain skin, only coupled by small smatterings of freckles like constellations. He's utterly breathtaking and I hate myself for thinking that.

"Cat got your tongue?" He adds while smirking.

I can feel myself turn scarlet.

"N-No. Just get up."

•••

Yoongi decides to tease me by staying shirtless. All. Day. Long.

I repeatedly have to tear my eyes away from a certain tattoo on his back.

It's a branch of roses curling around a snake. Tear drop shapes hand from the bottom like jewels as the tattoo extends down to his lower back. The head of the snake curls towards his neck so it could barely peek out of a t-shirt collar.

He has plenty of other tattoos I like, such as the planets along the inner part of his left forearm or the small dragon curling it's away onto his neck, but that back tattoo is my favorite.

"If you like it that much, just take a picture of it." Yoongi smirks.

I don't say anything, just blush furiously and continue washing the dishes.

"Do you really like them that much?"

"..."

"Why don't you just get one?"

"I'm scared."

"What if I came with you?"

"...Maybe."

•••

He did come with me. I'm currently sitting in a black chair at a tattoo parlor freaking out because I can't choose a tattoo.

"Jimin it's been over a half hour, pick a tattoo." Yoongi grumbles.

"I can't. There's too many options!"

"Can I just choose for you?"

I don't know what makes me say this but without any hesitation,

"Yes."

Yoongi goes back to talk to the tattoo artists and he gets a stencil ready. Placing it on my skin and competing the first step, he begins to take out the needle. That's when I really freak out.

"Jimin-ah, you can hold my hand if you want."

I look at Yoongi wearily before recognizing the sincerity in his eyes.

Two hours goes by with many tears and me holding Yoongi's hand far too tightly before the tattoo is over. The artist places a clear film over the top and allows me to look at it in the mirror. My breath catches in my throat.

The tattoo is similar to Yoongi's. There are roses, dripping like a watercolor painting in the colors of a galaxy. Stars litter the entire piece and it's mind blowing.

"How did you find this?" I ask in awe.

"I uh... I drew it?" Yoongi murmurs back.

My gaze snaps to his face. His cheeks are flushed pink like he's embarrassed.

"You drew this?!"

"...Yeah?"

"It's amazing! I've never seen anything like this! Why did you pick it for me?"

"I don't know, just thought it suited you." He replies before whispering, "and sometimes it looks like there's galaxies in your eyes."

My cheeks flush deep red and I turn away quickly.

"So whose paying?" The tattoo artist asks me. "You or your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend!" Yoongi and I say at the same time.

"Oh?" He gives us a curious stare. "I just thought... never mind. I'll get you guys at the register."

Yoongi makes his way up as I stop him.

"Where are you going?"

"To pay obviously."

"But it's my tattoo."

"And I convinced you to get it."

"But-"

"Leave it Jimin."

And with that he's gone to pay