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

Ten: Delightful.

"Oh my god kid, you sleep like the dead. WAKE UP."

After a sharp pinch to his cheeks, a long groan escaped Jeongguk's lips, and he rolled over in bed, the white comforter tangling around his exposed back as he flopped his face into the pillow. Yoongi rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. How was this kid an assassin if he couldn't even wake up in the mornings?

The cat eyed sharpshooter rolled his eyes, but took the opportunity to curiously inspect the tattoo's that curved over almost the entirety of Jeongguk's back. At the base of his neck and up the back of it was a pair of angel wings folded in, intricately detailed. On one shoulder blade was a realistic heart, shaded with black, and cut in half. A delicate pattern of vines curled up his side, and one flower hung off it, dead, a petal falling from it. A dragon curled over his other side, and bold Roman numerals stating VI were tattooed darkly on his other shoulder blade. 

Up his spine was a thin and almost delicate tree. A single water droplet fell down from below the tree, and it's shadow below it, dark and foreboding. A moon covered Jeongguk's shoulders in front of a could, and behind that a speck of the sun. On his other shoulder, a massive crashing wave covered the muscle. Small, almost hidden was 'Psalms 34:18'. Yoongi was surprised to see a bible verse on Jeongguk's skin, and made a mental notes to look it up later. He could see the snake across his back covered a long lash- a beating scar. Looking closer, he could see more scars, mostly hidden under black ink. 

The newest one was the stab wound, having scarred over. There were multiple crooked lashes across the length of his back, some stretched with age and growth. A small scar from a gunshot wound was in his shoulder blade, and another scar from a knife was in his lower back. The last scar, deeper, was six horizontal scratches, parallel, and curling over his back and around his side. Yoongi shivered lightly, remembering the boys words the night they questioned him.

"Once, this gang used this thing from like the fifteen hundreds that was used to shear sheep, and it totally-" 

The tattoo's intertwining on the younger boys skin were professionally done, and like artwork. Yoongi looking at them, had a feeling they meant more then what met the eye.

"Okay, I'm done. Get up dip shit."

Yanking the covers off Jeongguk, the boy groaned and rolled back over, glaring at Yoongi with squinting eyes. His hair was a complete mess, and he glowered as the cold air in the room hit his bare skin. He only wore boxers, and revealed his legs, mostly void of tattoos save a couple. 

"Give me back my blanket." He growled.

"Not until you get up."

Another animalistic growl fell out of Jeongguk's lips, followed by a groan, and grabbed a pillow, lobbing it at the sharp shooter. 

Yoongi caught it easily, rolling his eyes. 

"Get up. Seokjin made breakfast again."

Jeongguk, at the mention of breakfast, found that he was pretty damn hungry, and sat up, eyes still squinted with sleep. Grumbling under his breath, he swung his legs out of bed.

"Finally," Yoongi said with a sigh, dropping the comforter on the ground. "And get dressed, you aren't a porn star."

A snort of laughter fell out of Jeongguk's lips.

Once dressed in grey loose sweatpants and a green Patagonia sweatshirt, he slid out of his room, still half asleep. He hadn't bothered trying to tame his wild ebony hair, and he stumbled downstairs, eyes half closed and face slightly puffy from sleep.