Tattoo Love (Jeongguk + Taehyung)

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Taehyung spots a big sign hanging outside the tattoo place and digs his heels inside the pavement, whining out loud so Jimin, his best friend who has turned traitor, can see just if upset he is.

"No, Jiminie, seriously! I can be too young to die!"

"You're not going to die, you a drama queen," Jimin laughs, grabbing Taehyung forward with his determination. And because Taehyung is a tall and big beauty, rather than five foot seven of protein shake and hours sweating in a gym, Jimin can drag him along easily. Taehyung whines and cries and drag his feet, but he still lets himself be taken, because Jimin would probably keep dragging him even if he squatted down on the pavement, and his dignity cannot allow that at all.

"It's not fair!" he cries. "I'm crying, Jiminie! Look at these tears," he widens his eyes for effects, making his bottom lip wibble and wanting actual tears to come to the surface too.

Jimin laughs and he pokes his cheeks with no tears, obviously not concerned by his distress. Taehyung makes a mental note to find a new best friend, one that May shows sympathy in the face of circumstances.

"It is fair! You made a bet, and you lost it," Jimin says him.

"You have no proof. I did not," Taehyung replys.

"Actually," Jimin takes out his phone, quickly locating a video taken a few nights ago, with Taehyung standing on a chair mid-rant, cup high and a group of their friends standing around him, happy smiles.

Video-Taehyung yells out, quite audible, even through the tinny speakers of Jimin's phone, "Theirs no way in hell Namjoon-hyung's got better game than me! If he gets laid before I do I'll get my soft dick pierced instead, and that's a promise!"

"Stop that," present (and regretful) Taehyung shoves Jimin's phone away from his face. "I didn't know he already had an orgy! And was when he was drunk at Jackson's party; I wasn't sober, so you can't hold me to it!"

"You were supposed driver. You drank nothing  except soda and coconut water all night, so you only have your own silly words and the sugar high to blame," Jimin shakes his head, groaning.

"My mum will not like this at all.." Taehyung tries as a last-ditch attempt, only a few paces from the door of the tattoo and piercing place already.

"You're a big boy now," Jimin rolls his eyes. "As much as I love your mother, Mrs Kim never has to know about the peepee piercing."

Taehyung whimpers as Jimin pushes open the door and ushers him inside, approaching girl at the desk with the same enthusiasm he imagines a criminal would have if taken incorrectly. The walls of the shop are painted a strange shade of yellow that should be ugly, but instead looks good with the cool artwork on the walls – paintings and sketches of many things, some of them accompanied by photographs of body art. 3 wooden benches that look kinda like church pews sit in one corner near the door, with shabby pillows thrown over them for comfort. A wooden cabinet with a glass front holds dozens of shiny body jewellery, and Taehyung shivers looking at all the little bits of metal that will one day go through someone's real skin. An open double doorway leads into the back, where Taehyung can see beds like they have at tanning salon, some of them occupied by people when a tattoo artist is over them, the buzzing of machines and chatter just noisy over the jangle of old pebble music coming through speakers across the store.

The girl at the main desk Jimin is leading him to is pretty, with long dark hair and sleek nails tapping on the desk, and if Taehyung didn't feel embarrassed to die because of what he's here for maybe he'd consider trying to get some. That, and she's covered in long swirls of floral tattoos that look delicate, but the thought of time and hurt that went into the crazy artwork covering over her arms makes Taehyung upset. Anyone willing to put themselves through that could probably take anything, even the worst thing in imagination. So he must be a brave.