Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단

✏\|/ Taehyung \|/✏

✏Marked✏

Seokjin's POV

I took a deep breath, looking at Yoongi. "Go in." He elbowed me. "Can't we do something else? I really don't want a tattoo..." I whined. "You lost, you said anything, so it's your fault." Yoongi replied.

I whined and groaned as Yoongi pushed me in. The young man behind the counter looked up. His ears were fully pierced and his arms were covered in ink. Somewhere that was attractive. His dark eyes were clouded with confusion as he eyed me up and down.

"Yoongi, again?" The man chuckled with a sigh and leaned his arms behind his head. "You never change." "Sorry Hoseok, you know I had to." Yoongi shrugged. Hoseok smiled kindly, breaking from the bad attitude that he looked like if he didn't talk.

Yoongi gave Hoseok a simple nod, while Hoseok returned him one. "First tattoo?" Hoseok asked, turning his head to me. I nodded. "I'm nervous." I said softly, rubbing my own arm.

Hoseok nodded. "I'm sending you to Taehyung." He said smiling. "Come on, walk with me." He got from behind the counter by one swift movement of sliding his body over the smooth marble surface.

I followed him to the backroom, the hall covered with sketches and photos taken of customers who got their tattoo freshly done. Hoseok opened the door happily. "Tae! You got a client!" He yelled into the ebony haired's ear.

He didn't budge, continuing to draw the tattoo gun steady onto the pale skin. "Hey." The blonde said smiling. "I'm Jimin." "Hyung, stay still." Taehyung growled, pushing his shoulders back down.

Jimin pouted. "But he's cute." Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Sure. Just stay still so I can at least finish the linework." He frowned. Jimin chuckled. "This grumpy idiot is Taehyung." "Hoseok hyung literally yelled my name." Taehyung complained.

I crossed my arms. "It's not like I want to be here either. Yoongi made me do it." I said annoyed. Taehyung finally looked up at me, one eyebrow raised from the angle he was looking at me. The tattoo gun slightly lifted off the skin to prevent an infection as he eyed me up and down.

"You too?" He asked. I tilted my head. "You too?" I asked confused. He nodded, lifting the sleeve of his t-shirt. "He made me take a tattoo too. My first as a matter of fact. I got this when I was 15, and once you start, you can't stop." He chuckled.

I gulped. "Does it hurt badly?" I asked. "It doesn't really hurt. It's more like you have a sunburn and someone pushes down on it harshly, but it is not 'the world is dying-pain." He said with a chuckle, finishing the last lines of the tattoo that Jimin was getting.

"What is it this time?" Hoseok asked curiously. "A skull with a rose. The idiot wants to seduce the dead." Taehyung chuckled. "I swear I was born to date!" Jimin complained, defending himself childishly. "Right." Taehyung rolled his eyes, wiping over the linework with a towel and sending the smaller man out.

Hoseok left after him, wishing Taehyung good luck, who nodded. "Okay. Any specific place in mind?" He asked, rolling his chair back to the bed.

(You know the bed they lay on which can also turn into a chair.)

I shook my head. "Maybe my shoulder or my chest. It depends on what hurts less." I shrugged. Taehyung nodded. "Did you get a design?" I shook my head again. Taehyung rolled his chair to the desk, grabbing a map and rolling back. "Sit down. I'm not going to bite you. Not yet at least."

I hesitantly sat down. "These are the designs I've done and made so far. I split them in never used, and already done." He said, opening the map onto a few of his sketches and photos, of which some hung in the hall.