Blue Eyed Boy. (j.jk x k.th)

Two: Slipped

Jeongguk's next quest was to find a tattoo parlour at three in the morning, now bleeding less, just as soaked, and mildly intoxicated.

Still limping, he found himself roaming the streets again, a foggy image of the gorgeous boy's blue eyes imbedded in his mind, but he shook it out. No time for those thoughts. He would never see that light haired bartender again.

He finally found a tattoo parlour that seemed adequate. Leg killing him, he knew he couldn't walk around for much longer, and exhaled in relief upon seeing the store. Yes, it seemed a little shadey, the entrance being from the alley, but he he liked the vintage 'BEETLE INK' sign that hung vertical along the wall. And it was open 24/7.

So, he went inside, head beginning to hurt. He needed to sleep soon too, he could feel himself losing a grip. Shaking his head, he closed the boor behind him as it dinged. Behind the front desk sat a man about Jeongguks age, cigarette balanced between his lips, cat-like eyes shifting up and scanning the boy up and down lazily. His hair was pitch black and messy, and he was leant back boredly as flicked on a lighter in his hand, before holding it to the end of his cigarette. Tattoos peeked over his wrists at the hem of his shirt. 

He gave Jeongguk an uneasy feeling.

He slowly limped up to the front desk, peeled back his hood, and leant against the counter wearily. 

"I'd like a tattoo." He spoke, looking down at the boy sitting at the computer. He looked up at him, expression completely unable to read.

"You above eighteen?"

"What? Yes, I'm 21..." Jeongguk said, eyebrows narrowing. He raised his hands as though surrendering.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, just checking... Hey Jimin!" He called over his shoulder, blowing out a light stream of smoke from his lips. Reaching onto the counter beside him, he threw Jeongguk a paper.

"Sign this." He grunted, tossing it, before pulling out his phone. Jeongguk did, not bothering to read it over. The cat-eyed man grabbed it back, letting out an impatient humph.

"Jimin, get your ass over here!"

"Yoongi, I'm coming, chill out man!"

Jeongguk was silent, hands sliding back into his pockets, as his dark eyes scanned the small shop. He noted a security camera in the corner. Sketches lined the walls, and there was a hallway that led to individual rooms. At the end of the hallway, he could make out a fire escape. Good, a second exit. He could feel 'Yoongi's dark eyes following him out of the corner of his vision.

After a moment, this 'Jimin' figure seemed to appear. He was shorter, and had a very casual posture, although his body was lean and toned. His hair was caramel, and styled attractively, and he wore minimalistic makeup. his eyes were dark and big, and his lips were thick. His jaw was also sharp and angular; he was also a very attractive man.

Unlike Yoongi, Jimin didn't have any tattoos visible, however if he was an artist, Jeongguk was sure they were just hidden. He wore a long gold tropical jacket over a low cut t-shirt, and tight black jeans. His ears were pierced, and an air of confidence hung around him.

"Hello! I'm Park Jimin, or Chim, or Jiminie. Whatever you want to call me, really." He gave a wide cute grin, and snatched the paper from Yoongi's desk who rolled his eyes. 

"You're Kim Jeongguk?"

Jeongguk nodded, offering a light smile. 

"Okay pretty boy, come with me. Any ideas what you want?"

"Nope. Just a cover up."

"Sounds good to me." Jimin said, leading him through the hallway, whistling slightly. They turned into a studio with P. Jimin on the door, and Jeongguk noticed another studio next to it with M. Yoongi. So they both were artists.