𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒙, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? ➳ 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆 🔞

85 | you are in Seoul, i'm in Tokyo

—Jungkook's POV—

The lesson for today is over. It was intense but rewarding, my technique improves every day.

I've been in Japan for a few weeks now, I immediately started the academy to study the art of Japanese tattooing, a particular style taught (well) only here.

Traditional Japanese tattoos are called Irezumi and are made using the tebori technique, it's without the use of a machine.

It consists in the creation of hand made tattoos, through the use of a bamboo stick with steel or titanium needles at the ends.

It allows you to make more precise drawings, both in colour and in shapes, even if the time taken is longer. But it's worth it, the results are true works of art.

It's a technique I've always wanted to learn and it will be one more thing when I become a tattoo artist. Finally, I will be able to do what I have always dreamed of.

I don't want to go back to my apartment, so I decide to go to a bar that has always piqued my interest when I pass by.

The blurred lights immediately catch my attention, even the counter decorated with gold details, there is a barman behind who prepares two drinks for customers. The place is not crowded, perhaps because it's a weekly day. There are two girls who are talking to customers and others who are sitting waiting for someone. I thought it was a normal bar, but it isn't.

There is a picture hanging on a wall, where a private area should be. That painting depicts a girl ... it's ridiculously similar to Chaerin. So much so that if I didn't know otherwise, I'd think she had a portrait done of herself.

Or maybe am I seeing her everywhere?

Instinct leads me to take that table next to that painting. I order a drink right away to relax my nerves. I sit comfortably on the sofa, stare at the ice floating in my glass, unaware that it's about to melt and end up in nothing.

Kind of how I feel.

Yes, I'm making my dream come true. Yes, my parents are helping me financially. I'm lucky and I know it. But I feel empty, something is missing inside. Someone.

Now she will be happy with Yoongi, she has what she always wanted. They will live together forever, happy as two characters from fairy tales. I clench my jaw, starting to breathe heavily. I close my eyes, hoping that the images of her will dissolve.

It costs me so much to have to accept the idea of ​​not being able to admire Chaerin even from distance, as I always have.

I know I told her I would be back. I know she cares about me, though it may not seem like, she's not bad. She never was mean with me, even after I confessed, she didn't treat me badly or anything.

I really tried to make her "mine", a word that Jimin often uses. But I don't like to define a person that way, yes I have used it in some circumstances, but I don't literally mean that person is mine.

I take a quick sip of the drink hoping that it will erase all these thoughts that always assail me when I'm alone. All the "if I had done differently?", "If I had insisted and fought more?" ... how would it have gone?

I look up to find a waiter and order another drink but I notice a Japanese girl at the counter who is turned towards me, I don't know if she was actually looking at me I look around to see if there is anyone else. But nobody's there, she's looking at me then.

It's a girl with long, brown and wavy hair. She wears a light pink dress that adheres perfectly to her slim and toned body. Her face so ... innocent? She has big eyes and a small nose, slightly plump lips. She's really beautiful. I wonder what she is doing here.