Kim Taehyung hadn't designed a tattoo since his brother died, he simply couldn't find the inspiration.
Y/F/N couldn't face the scars that covered her body, they were a constant reminder of her tragic past and so she asked for his help.
Design her...
"Why the ocean?" She asked, heart beating a million times a second as he stopped at the door.
"Because you're my siren." He replied before leaving her alone and stunned into silence.
What the hell was going on here.
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The moonlight filtered through the windows, swirls of grey and silver giving the room a mystical feel.
Y/N was sitting on Taehyung's leather sofa, silk robe wrapped around her curves as she waited for him to gather whatever supplies he needed.
What the hell was she doing?
Why did she even agree to do this?
It was something totally out of character for her, she never would've agreed to do anything like this before the accident but since it happened her self esteem took a nosedive and for the first time in weeks she felt like that could change and it was all thanks to Taehyung.
The way he looked at Y/N made her feel so alive, to be lusted over by someone as gorgeous as him gave her that much needed confidence.
She felt desired.
Y/N couldn't understand why someone like Taehyung would be interested in her, she was average at best.
He was the kind of guy who had the supermodel girlfriend, the type with flawless skin and killer curves.
So why did he seem to like her?
Y/N couldn't sit down any longer, she was so incredibly nervous and needed something to focus on and so she decided to explore the apartment.
It was obvious that Taehyung liked to keep his place clean and tidy, nothing was out of place and not a single spec of dust which made Y/N wonder if he hired a cleaner to stop by once a week to keep the place in order. It was sexist of her to think like that, just because most of the men she knew couldn't keep their homes this tidy doesn't mean Taehyung was the same.
The apartment was modern, typical batchelor pad but Taehyung's personal touches didn't go unnoticed.
It was obvious he loved music, the record player and stacks of vinyl over by the glass dining table caught her attention first, she got closer and came to the conclusion that he must like jazz.
Miles Davis
Charlie Parker
John Coltrane
Taehyung definitely had love for the greats.
After studying his vinyl collection she moved over to the saxophone which was placed in the corner just before the kitchen, she had a sudden need to hear him play and wondered how how experienced he was.
"My dad plays, he wanted me to learn too."
Y/N spun around, eyes falling over Taehyung who was giving her that intense stare again.
