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satisfractions · 7 years

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different // yoongi

word count // 7.4k

genre // fluff

summary // in which tattooartist!yoongi meets floral!reader because he needs to practice drawing flowers for his job

a/n // so this was only supposed to be like 3k words??? but i got carried away. anyways i hope you guys enjoy and the beginning starts out a little slow but i wanted to provide a little background (also theres a prompt for this somewhere on tumblr but i cant find it anymore)

Everything was familiar to you. After spending your entire life stuck in the same city you born in, everything became routine. From where you shopped to the people who passed you on the street, nothing in your life changed. You smiled and greeted the same neighbours you had since you were little when they passed you on your way home from work. You chatted your way through the same cashiers that were now much older who could remember you from when you couldn’t see above the cash register. The same people always made your coffee, the same people always delivered the mail, and the same people always walked their dogs next to you while you rushed to get to work.

You had grown accustomed to the familiarity. How could you not? It was comforting and allowed you to find peace in your life. Nothing necessarily interesting popped out and surprised you at less than desirable moments. Which is what you found happened when you were forced into family vacations to other cities, and sometimes even other countries. The entire time you would spend moping around, uncomfortable and uneasy even when you were supposed to be having a fun time.

So, you stayed like this; in your familiar, although somewhat boring, lifestyle. It wasn’t boring to you, though, it provided stability which helped your mind not go numb after years of dealing with the same customers. Sure, working in the only flower store in town allowed for you to know anyone that bought flowers (which you were sure was the entire town). But sometimes it was a pain because you knew everyone. People tried to swindle you and, at first, you bought in. But after multiple threats to take your job away from the owner, you had to toughen up a bit. Now, whenever the familiar swindling customer came in you immediately changed your attitude in order to bring you the least amount of grief from the situation. Then it was back to the same familiarity that you basked in.

And that’s how it’s been for the past year or so. Most of your day was spent with you standing behind the counter, mindlessly flipping through the floral magazines that your store offered. Unfortunately, that’s all you really had to do unless a customer came in. Bouquets that were pre-maid for customers in hurry didn’t take long to put together. And bouquets that were ordered didn’t take much longer, either, because of the countless hours you had spent practicing when you first started the job. You didn’t complain that there wasn’t nothing to do, though, because the job provided you somewhere quiet to spend most of your time and well, your paycheck covered everything you wanted plus some.

Today was no different than any of the other days you worked. You opened the shop, a little earlier than usual because you couldn’t sleep. But other than that, you quickly did your morning duties and took to standing at the front, turning the pages. It was a weekday so you knew it would be a ghost town until about 4 or so, when kids were released from school and when adults started to come back from their jobs. It was surprising, though, when half past one came the familiar ding of the front door.

You looked up, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when you saw a very unfamiliar man walking through the door. He was young, around your age maybe, and he didn’t entirely look like someone who went to a flower shop. Everything about him seemed cold but collected whereas the shop was radiant, warm, but most of all: disorganized. At first you, you thought he was lost until you were shocked to see him stuff his hands in his pockets and start to move towards the individual flowers section.

Although you had seen your fair share of different people coming in with different attitudes and appearances, it almost didn’t feel natural to see someone like that come into a place like this. That odd feeling paired with the fact that you had never seen him before left you wary as he looked around the shop. Trying not to look and judge, you pretended to continue reading after greeting him but really you were watching him out of the corner of your eyes.

There was something about the way he dressed that you would have named him a teenager if you hadn’t seen his face. The shirt and jeans he wore were long and skinny, almost all of his pale body was covered except for his hands and face. Even his grey hair was capped by a snapback that left a sense of completion to the outfit. Despite his rather dark clothing his face, once you took a proper look at it, was bright. Everything you had judged about him quickly vanished once you saw his face. Sure, his clothing, walk, and initial presence was detached and almost scary but you felt that if anyone took one second to look at his face they would melt and think nothing but kind things of him.

From the way he looked around hesitantly, and almost awkwardly, you could tell he had no idea what he was looking for. You thought about what brought him here. The rare newcomers that you had seen over the years came in mainly to buy anniversary gifts in a rush or funeral condolences. You wondered if it was one of those options.

It was no surprise that when you regained your attention on him he was still in the same spot. Now, stopped and looking over a selection of hydrangeas in the corner. His hand touched the flowers, feeling the shape, and began to pull apart the various stems to gather some into a small bundle. He seemed to had found the right pick because too quickly his hands moved to collect a bundle. Multiple surrounding flowers became slightly bent or had petals torn off from his ecstatic movement. You coughed loudly and glared at him to which he returned a sheepish smile. After the warning, you saw his hands move more slowly this time, carefully arranging the flowers in a small bundle before bagging them and bringing them to me.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized with a smile. He set the flowers down on my counter and you saw that any of the flowers he had damaged were sitting along with the flowers he had decided on. You started wrapping them up so they wouldn’t be ruined anymore.

“It’s fine, at least you’re paying for the ones you damaged,” you replied. Then you added, with a laugh: “Most people will try to shuffle the flowers around so they hide the ones they ruined.

“Really?”

“Why do you seem so surprised?” you asked, finishing the packaging. Because you didn’t have to do much at all working here, you liked to entertain myself with packaging everything with extreme care. The customers didn’t seem to mind as they always came back within the next week or two to compliment as their flowers hadn’t wilted at all.

“I don’t know… everyone seems so nice here. Nobody really seems like they would do that.” He scratched his head and shifted a little.

“Please, I can guarantee that everyone in this town has come in at least once to do something that pissed me off,” you scoffed. By now he had payed and you both were standing there talking as if you had been friends for a while.

He seemed taken aback by your response. “That’s surprising.”

“There are nice people here, as with every other place but along with every other there are also pretty rude customers.” You shook your head, thinking about the multiple rude encounters you had received over the last month. You suddenly straightened up when you remembered something you had been wanting to ask since he walked in: “You’re new here, right?”

“I wonder how you guessed,” He commented sarcastically. But the tone in his voice and his playful smile assured you that he was only joking.

“I hadn’t seen you before, so I assumed that you were either coming through or just arriving.”

“Yeah, I just moved in a month or two ago but I haven’t gone out much since I’ve been busy finding a job and settling in.”

“Makes sense.” You drifted off at that, leaving the both of you in a small silence. Only after a minute or so he broke it.

“Ah also, I’m sorry if I managed to make that list,” He said with a shy smile, referring to the subject you were previously talking about. You giggled and shook your head.

“No, no. I can tell that you’ve never really been in a flower shop before.” He feigned offense, gasping dramatically and placing a hand over his heart. “What? You looked like Bambi on ice.”

It was true. The change in his posture, namely, had changed dramatically when he had moved from the door to the flowers. When he first entered he was cool and seemed to exert confidence but as soon as he moved through the floral sections he changed to someone who thought that if he so much as stepped on the wrong tile the whole building would collapse in flames. It was a little cute, to be honest, you thought. You always admired when people took extra care around your flowers and you especially admired that a total stranger had done the same.

“I’d say that wasn’t true but it probably was. I never really know how to act in places like this so I just kind of…” He gestured his body to resemble him moving around cautiously and awkwardly. You smiled at his movement and agreed. You again moved into silence for a moment before he straightened up and took his flowers.

“I think I should get going, my lunch break is almost over,” He said while glancing down at his watch. “Thank you for the flowers Miss… sorry I never actually got your name.”

“(y/l/n),” You replied, smiling a little at his politeness. You saw a look cross his face that almost seem like disappointment when he realized he hadn’t gotten your first name. But he didn’t press the matter and instead nodded. As if to bring about extra confirmation he repeated the name before starting to move towards to exit.

“Thank you again, Miss (y/l/n).” With that he turned towards the door and was halfway out before you realized you hadn’t gotten any indication to who he was.

“Wait! What do I call you?” You called after him. He didn’t even turn around to give you his reply and it seemed that as soon as his name echoed in your ears it was as gone as he was.

“Min Yoongi. But my friends call me Yoongi!”

And that was Yoongi. Although he had spent almost 30 minutes in your shop that day scanning over any and all individual flowers you sold before talking to you. You felt like you had mere seconds with him before he, well for lack of better terms, vanished. He wasn’t seen anywhere around the town and he hadn’t returned to your shop. Even though he hadn’t said anything to indicate that he was coming back you found yourself rather hopeful that he’d return again. Every time the bell on the door signaled someone new was coming in you would snap your head up only to slowly lower it when once again, it wasn’t Yoongi.

And although you went out more in hopes of “accidentally” running into him your luck was about as good as at the flower shop. You didn’t even know where to go to find him. You haven’t had the slightest clue in what he did for work, where he lived, who his friends were, or if he even had friends here. All you knew was that he just moved in.

So, you waited and waited. Every day you grew a little bit sadder when you hadn’t seen his face but you were still hopeful. Just like now, when you were sitting at the same desk at the front of the same flower shop. But instead of waiting for the same customers to shuffle in, you were waiting for something different. It was a little humorous, after all this time stuck in a cycle of familiarity you had broken out. You weren’t uncomfortable like you had been in previous failed attempts to get you out of your comfort zone. You liked this different.

It was a solid two and a half weeks, that moved far too slowly for your liking, before you saw him again. It was a weekday, around one, and you had grown bored at work today. Which was something rather unusual for you, so you busied yourself in whatever work you could find to do. Were the shelves dusted? Probably, but why not go over them once more just to be sure. Had the flowers been misted? Of course, you always did that first thing in the morning. But today seemed a little hotter than usual so maybe you should water them just to be sure. Were the arranged flowers waiting in the back ready for whoever ordered them to pick them up? Yes, but you thought you might as well go over them once more before they were taken from your care.

It wasn’t until you heard the familiar ding that made you look up from your work in the back. You had been so engrossed in moving the flowers millimeters from where they had been previously. But the concentration was quickly replaced with shock and then wonder once the bell went off. You put down your tools and dusted off your hands on your apron before calling out that you’d be there in a moment.

When you walked out, though, what you weren’t expecting was the same boy from a couple of weeks ago. No matter how much you had been waiting. You were beginning to think that maybe you weren’t ever going to see him again when he suddenly reappeared again.

“Yoongi?” You asked in disbelief.

“What’s wrong, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” He said adding a small laugh. He was leaning against your counter, twirling one of the pens in between his fingers. You reached behind yourself and fumbled with the straps of the apron before finally untying it.

“I don’t know… you look pale enough to be one,” You joked. He scoffed slightly in disbelief before glancing down at his pale arms self-consciously. “Kidding, kidding. You did kind of disappear like a ghost for a while.”

He seemed relieved by your response before furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “How did I disappear?”

“You were here one second and the next you were gone. What are you? The wind?” You asked, poking his jacket slightly. Instead of his previous outfit that was fitted and simple, today he wore a heavy jacket and baggy jeans. You hadn’t understood how he wasn’t dying in the heat before but now you were even more flabbergasted. You were sure it had to be at least 80 degrees outside and that jacket looked like it would only be worn when it was dead winter.

“Maybe I am,” He replied with a grin while leaning over the counter towards you. “Actually, the flowers have lasted for a while. I didn’t think I needed to come back in until they were fully dead. But my boss wants me to have different types of flowers not just the ones I got.”

“How come?”

“Ah, for reference. I’m a tattoo artist at the parlour down the road,” He replied. You nodded at his answer but it did surprise you a little. When you thought of tattoo artists and what they looked like, your mind immediately went to the stereotypes. Someone who was covered in tattoos, had piercings, and wore loud crazy clothing. But Yoongi was the opposite of all of that. He wasn’t covered in tattoos, in fact you weren’t sure he had any. There were no piercings. And his clothing, for the most part, was pretty mellow.

“You look surprised.”

The sound of his voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you snapped your head up to meet his eyes. Your cheeks immediately warmed as you realized you had probably been staring when thinking about how he looked.

“No, no I’m not… well a little I guess-” You said with a laugh. “-You just don’t look like somebody who would stereotypically work at a tattoo parlour.”

Instead of getting mad or offended he nodded his head and agreed. “Yeah, I get that a lot, don’t worry.”

“Anyways, I was wondering if you could show me around a little and give me a tour of your prettiest flowers,” He smiled and stood up slightly. You immediately smiled and nodded before moving out from behind the counter and walking over to the bouquets at the front of the store. Yoongi followed you quickly. While he stood beside you, you brought forward several bouquets that you had liked arranging.

“I thought you’d like some of these,” You said, looking over your shoulder, still pulling forward different assortments. He nodded and stepped up to have a better look at them. You saw his fingers delicately move the flowers around, examining each bundle carefully unlike last time. He learned quickly. You wondered if he was any good at his job, as a tattoo artist. The last time he came in his fingers fidgeted and fumbled over anything that he touched, but now they moved with grace. How were they when he was working?

You looked up at his face and studied it while he sorted through the flowers. He was at your side so all you could see was his profile and you realized he had a soft face. When you first saw him, he looked sharp but at a second glance you saw the complete opposite. His skin was pale, paler than anyone you had seen in this town which was surprising as you swore that you had seen the palest people alive when living here. But it wasn’t a harsh contrast, it didn’t stand out at all. Because he looked so soft he blended into anything that had been there before he came.

He still had grey hair but it was much paler now, almost like a platinum colour. It fell naturally, all around his head, in clumps. It covered his eyes slightly but you could still see his dark eyes looking at the different petals and leaves. They shone a little when he moved towards the light, and somehow darkened even more when he moved away. You could tell they weren’t completely black as although they were so dark, they were warm like honey. When he bit his lip in concentration or furrowed his eyebrows slightly, they closed slightly and created small crinkles in the skin. They moved slowly, never darting back and forth to look at different elements. Instead they went leisurely from one side to the other.

Your eyes traveled down to look at the other features. His skin was smooth, it almost looked unreal as there were no blemishes or wrinkles. His cheeks and nose were slightly pink but that was the only noticeable colour difference on his skin. His lips, though, were a pale pink that reminded you of peonies. They were parted, almost as if he were in awe at the bunches of flowers in his hands.

He was ethereal. You thought he was attractive from the last visit but you made it up in your mind and affirmed it yourself that he was stunning. Probably the most gorgeous person you had ever seen. Especially from this town.

You were still staring at him when his lips formed a small smile and he looked back at you holding up two bouquets of flowers. You blinked and diverted your eyes so it wouldn’t seem like you were just caught but you didn’t know if he saw you or not. He didn’t act like he did so your nerves calmed a bit.

“I’ll have these two please,” He beamed. You laughed a little at his reaction as he looked like a little kid who was just told they could buy candy from the store. You nodded and waved him over to the register. The both of you were silent during the transaction and afterwards you expected him to say goodbye and leave. But he stayed standing, looking at you and then to the flowers and back at you, before handing you one of the bunches.

“Do you want me to re wrap it?” You asked, confused. He quickly shook his head, a small smile forming on his face as he nervously shifted from one foot to the other.

“No-no, I want you to keep it,” He said, finally meeting your eyes. “They’re um… pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

He said the last part with a shy smile and you froze, your hands loosely holding onto the flowers. You felt your eyes grow wide as your cheeks heated up. He quickly stopped smiling at your reaction and his expression was now one of concern.

“Ah sorry that was really dumb of me to say. I just thought you were pretty I promise I’m not trying to be weird or creepy by that,” He stammered, reaching for the flowers to take them back. Once you saw what he was doing you drew your hand back and the shock left your face. You held the flowers in both hands tightly and smiled at him.

“No, no it’s fine. I was just shocked,” You said with a laugh. He still looked worried and you reassured him again. “I’m serious, that threw me off guard a little. Thank you for the flowers and for saying that.”

The worry melted from his face and returned to the shy smile you saw before. “No problem, I really hope you don’t think I’m creepy.”

“Not at all, if I did I think I’d be a bit of a hypocrite.”

“How?”

“Well, you’re kind of pretty too.” This time it was you with the small, shy smile. The words didn’t hit him at first but once they did his reaction was nothing but pure happiness. He raised his hands up to his face to cover his large smile and blushing cheeks. You laughed a little at his reaction.

“I’m sorry I don’t- I’m just- thank you, you’re so sweet,” He said, his voice muffled from the jacket fabric. After a second he rubbed his face and removed his hands and looked at you before picking up the flowers that he was taking home.

“I’m going to go before I embarrass myself anymore, thank you for the flowers.” He turned away from you and walked towards the door, opening it with his one free hand. He turned back towards you to give you a goodbye smile and wave before exiting.

After that day, Yoongi came in a lot more often. He would always show up around the same time, half past one, and the two of you would spend your time looking at flowers and talking. He usually came in every other day as he joked that the other days he actually needed his lunch break for eating. When he did come in, he would bring you small gifts like cookies or trinkets that he brought over from Korea.

You found out that he had left Korea a couple of years ago, after his music career fizzled out. He didn’t know what he was going to be doing so he left Korea; he left his friends, family, career, everything. Just to start fresh and get in touch with things that were different for him. He had spent half of his life producing music and when the group he was in slowly lost popularity he didn’t know what to do. Making music was the only thing he knew how to do. He hadn’t experienced anything truly different.

So, he came here. Well not to your town, exactly, but he came to your country and spent the last little bit of time training to become a tattoo artist. He said that the job kept him on his toes and provided something different because he never knew who was coming in and what tattoo he was going to have to draw. Eventually he found a job in your town and he figured he’d settle down here for a while before maybe moving on to another place, or even back home.

You were still curious about his job. Although you knew that he worked as a tattoo artist you had no clue about the shop that he worked at or the tattoos he did. You hadn’t even seen any of his tattoos. There was no denial that you wanted to see what he actually he did as the reason why he and you had met in the first place was because he needed practice drawing flowers.

Which is why, after a long week of working. And after a month of saving up. You were outside the only tattoo shop in town, which was a bit far from where you worked. Although you had never noticed it being there as none of your daily routines had led you to this part of the city. Everything you did was more on the outskirts whereas the tattoo shop was almost in the heart of the city.

You stood outside for a while, with more people brushing past you than usual. On the outskirts of town, which is where both your home and flower shop resided, there were few people. Those who came out that far from the heart of the city were only there for a specific reason. Rather than here where you saw people just walking around, window shopping and chatting with their friends. It was a lot busier here, you liked the difference.

There was a girl who had been staring at you look through the glass ever since you started standing outside. You had first looked at the building, it was quite new and looked worked on. A stark contrast from your flower shop. Inside you could see a few people waiting, presumably for an appointment or waiting for whoever was getting ink done. They had a wall of pictures, all of them of elaborate and beautiful designs that made you wonder if Yoongi had any up there. On another wall were basic designs that somebody could come in and choose if they had no idea what they wanted. In front of that wall was the girl, a receptionist, who blatantly stared at you. She wasn’t glaring or anything but out of the corner of your eye no matter what she was always looking at you.

You weren’t surprised, she was probably wondering what you were doing here. Even if you looked like someone that wanted to get a tattoo, you had been standing outside the parlour for almost 10 minutes now. After taking a deep breath, you decided to walk. You had waited this long to do this and there was no reason to psych yourself out now. Your decision on getting a tattoo, especially from Yoongi, was set in your mind.

You couldn’t tell what the receptionist was more surprised about. The fact that you had actually come in or when you requested a tattoo from Yoongi.

“Are you sure?” She asked, leaning forward slightly. “He’s new. Only has a year or so of experience on him.”

“I trust him,” You said. She nodded and went to her computer, probably to see what Yoongi’s schedule for the day was. You tapped your fingers against the counter, looking back up at the small designs wondering what you should get. Sure, you had decided you wanted a tattoo, but up until you came to the shop you hadn’t realized you had to actually pick a design.

“I’ll check with him after this client to see if he’s up for working overtime but you’re welcome to a seat while you wait,” She said, looking up from the computer with a smile. You nodded and sat down, facing the window you had just been looking through. As soon as you sat down you realized what you had gotten yourself into. But, no matter any doubt that crossed your mind, you told yourself you wouldn’t back out.

Time seemed to stand still in the little waiting room. The receptionist, and the two others who were waiting hardly moved. On top of that the only noise in the room was faint music coming out of the headphones of one of the girls waiting. The only thing that reminded you that time was still passing were the people who went by the window. Usually when you’re looking out of a window, it’s your shop’s. And there certainly weren’t this many people going by at any point of the day.

The change of scenery was drastically different from what you were used to but you found yourself liking it a bit. Before Yoongi came into your shop you would hide yourself from anything out of the ordinary in your life but now, you longed for it. Maybe that was why you were here. To feed yourself different things you had missed out on after depriving yourself all this time. Whatever it was you were happy. Although you used to take comfort in things running smoothly and the way that you were used to, you realized it got boring. Now although most of your day runs the same as before there were little moments that allowed a little bit of difference to keep you moving.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a familiar figure and you turned to see Yoongi’s back towards you. He was hunched over the receptionist’s desk, speaking to her, with an older man next to him. The older man was rubbing his heavily bandaged arm and you assumed that underneath all of the gauze was a tattoo. Your attention went back to Yoongi and you smiled a little bit when you saw his hair, it had been dyed a pastel green now. He hadn’t come in for lunch today so you thought that he must’ve done it yesterday.

You moved a little bit forward on your chair, waiting for Yoongi to be finished with the receptionist but he turned around at the noise. He froze when he saw you, and you copied his actions. After a second, though, he gave you a gummy smile before signaling for you to wait a moment. You relaxed a little bit when he turned back around, attempting to rub the slight warmth of your cheeks with your hands. It wasn’t a minute before you looked up and say him standing in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, taking your hand and helping you stand up. He waved to the receptionist as he pulled you pass her, into a narrow hallway.

“I figured I’d drop by, say hello to my customer of the month,” You replied, figuring the receptionist hadn’t said anything to him. He stopped in front of a room towards the back of the building and motioned for you to come in. As you entered your eyes wandered around the somewhat small room, looking at the tools and equipment as well as the various artwork hung on the walls.

“I didn’t realize I was the customer of the month,” He laughed, Yoongi sat down in a swivel chair at a desk and motioned for you to sit down on the tattoo bed.

“Well when you buy a hundred dollars’ worth of flowers in only 30 days… you’ll have a pretty good shot at being it.” You added a laugh with your slight sarcasm so he would know that you were joking.

“Well I’m honoured-” He leaned his back on the desk behind him “-What brings you here though? I know this far into the city isn’t in your daily routine.”

“I told you, I wanted to stop by,” You said. You leaned forward a bit and kicked your legs lightly on the floor before saying the rest. “I also want a tattoo.”

There was a moment of silence as you looked at Yoongi with a large smile. His joyous expression that he had had since you came in slipped a little. “No.”

“What?” Your head shot up, your eyes wide and your mouth parted slightly. You narrowed your eyes, trying not to get emotional over his objection but you couldn’t help yourself. “Why not?”

The question seemed to stun him a little as Yoongi hesitated to answer. His crossed arms now when behind his head and he looked up at the ceiling. You couldn’t tell if he was going to ignore the request or was thinking about an answer to give to you.

“I ran out of ink.”

You blinked and relaxed a little bit, realizing he didn’t have an actual excuse. “I don’t believe you, and there are other tattoo artists in the building so I’m sure they can give you some.”

“It’s going to hurt… a lot.”

“I can take it.”

“I don’t have hands.”

“You wha- Yoongi, you’re being ridiculous I can see your hands.” At that he moved so his hands were behind his back and he smiled at you. “They’re behind your back.”

“What? No. Never.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “Besides I’m not even a tattoo artist.”

“Yoongi.”

“Yes?”

“You do realize there are pictures of you tattooing other people on your walls right,” You said, gesturing to the wall behind him. He turned around slightly to see what you were talking about and nodded.

“Oh yeah those are all photoshopped-”

“Yoongi.”

“I’m actually a great photo shopper, that’s why I work here. I create all of the designs-”

“Yoongi.”

“-For the website, yeah it’s pretty cool-”

“Min Yoongi!” You shouted and he stopped rambling and looked at you. “Why don’t you want to give me a tattoo.”

“I mean the weather isn’t that nice ou-”

“Yoongi, a real answer please.”

He looked at you for a second, weighing his options. Either he could continue giving you meaningless excuses and you’d leave, angry, or he could give you an actual reason and you might leave but at least you wouldn’t leave pissed. He seemed to go with the latter as his posture visibly changed and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looking down at the ground.

“I want it to be good.”

“What?”

His head rose and he looked you in the eyes. “If you’re going to get a tattoo, I don’t want you to get a crappy one. And I feel like I’ll mess up or something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as the last part was a little more than a mumble and his face had turned into a pouting expression.

“You could give me a misshapen penis on my forehead and I would still like it,” You said, smiling at him. He squinted his eyes at you, in confusion and in concern before you continued. “I’m not leaving today without a tattoo.”

He sighed and leaned back again. “Do you even know what you want?”

“Well… no,” You bit your lip, mentally hitting yourself in the head for not thinking about that when you were in the front of the parlour earlier.

He nodded and stared at the ceiling again, thinking, before he grinned. “Alright, I’ll give you a tattoo.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Absolutely, but on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You give me full control of the tattoo and you can’t see it until you’re done,” He said, beaming at you. You tensed a little bit before nodding slightly, knowing you could trust him and whatever he was about to put on your body.

You were lying down on the, rather comfortable, tattoo bed when he came back in. After he agreed to tattoo you, he told you that he was going into another room to sketch out the design so you wouldn’t be able to see it. You both decided on your upper back, as you wanted something you could easily cover up and he wanted someplace you wouldn’t be able to see while he was tattooing you. So, for the past 10 minutes, you had been laying on bed, shirtless. It was a little cold in the room but you figured it wouldn’t feel so cold during the actual process.

You were looking at the art on the walls when you heard the door open. You moved so you could see the door and smiled when you saw it was just him. He held some papers and moved so he was sitting next to you, on the same swivel chair as before.

“Are you ready?” He looked nervous as he said that.

“Are you?”

Yoongi nodded at your words and laughed a little. “Yeah, don’t worry. Ah… I do need you to take this off though… or ah at least undo the clasp.”

He was talking about your bra and you nodded before reaching around and undoing the clasp. You let the bra fall most of the way off, resting only between your skin and the bed.

You gasped slightly as you felt a paper with cold ink being applied to your back. You were about to turn around slightly to ask what it was before he poked your head, making you turn back around.

“No peeking.” You heard from behind you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes but you complied. You felt the paper being lifted from your back but the cold ink was still there. Your body tensed at the sound of the machine, once again reminded of the pain you were most likely about to experience, but you relaxed when you felt Yoongi’s hand comforting you.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big design so it’s not going to last long.”

“Do I get to know what it is?”

“Nope.” Yoongi annunciated the pop of the p and you groaned a little bit.

“You realize I was joking about the penis design right,” You said, looking back at him a little bit.

“I will tell you it’s not that, just trust me,” He smiled before poking your head so you would face away from him again. Your breath hitched when the gun finally came in contact with your skin and you hissed, gripping the bed tighter. You heard Yoongi mumble a sorry before continuing. You squeezed your eyes and tried not to tense up so you wouldn’t ruin his work. Although the pain was much of what you expected you still managed to hold it together.

He took a couple of breaks, some for himself so he wouldn’t get overworked, and some for you so you wouldn’t break down from the pain. While he was working you both were silent, the only sound was the fan and his slight breathing from concentration. When you were on breaks you would talk a little, sometimes trying to get an answer of what exactly he was tattooing on you. You were glad you were getting your first tattoo with him because even when you were at your most uncomfortable state just his presence made you feel like you were at home.

You were allowed to sit up on breaks and stretch but Yoongi covered up the mirror in the corner so you wouldn’t be able to see if you tried. So, you spent most of the breaks looking at Yoongi instead. You made note of the changes that you saw in him throughout the hours. At first, he was tired from the hours he had already worked. But as time went on, you noticed more sweat on his face and the more disheveled his hair looked.

The messier he looked, the cuter he got, you thought. You wondered if that was what he looked like when he got up in the morning. Messy but it didn’t matter because he looked good anyways. A few times he caught you staring at him but Yoongi didn’t do anything but smile which made the heat rush to your cheeks.

After hours of the now dull pain, you were finally done. He cleaned your back off and helped you sit up. Yoongi led you to the mirror and stood in front of it, with his hands on the cover. He looked back at you with a worried expression.

“You won’t hate me if you hate it right?” He asked. You shook your head and he nodded, hesitating a little before pulling the cover off. He stepped aside so you could come forward and have a better look. You turned around and gasped when you saw it. It was a bundle of flowers, the hydrangeas that you first sold to him, done perfectly. You stared in awe at how beautiful it looked, your eyes wandering over the smooth colouring that was so vibrant.

When it had been several minutes and you still hadn’t said anything Yoongi moved towards you a little. “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” You beamed, replying instantly. Yoongi’s face lit up at that and you laughed slightly. “I was actually worried you were going to do some stupid tattoo or something.”

“No, no of course not,” He reassured you. “Part of me was actually considering writing ‘do you want to go on a date’.”

He mumbled the second part and you didn’t register his words until after a second. Your eyes went wide at what he just said and you turned to him.

“Did you just ask me out?” You asked, looking up at him. His eyes went wide and you could see his cheeks turning redder as he tried to deny it. He turned away from you slightly and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“No-no of course not? Why would you say that?”

“Yoongi, I heard you.”

Yoongi ignored you and instead went towards his desk, going through the folders he had trying to find something. He turned back to you and handed you a packet which was labeled “Aftercare”.

“So anyways here’s the aftercare stuff-”

“Yoongi, I know what you said.” You attempted again to get his attention back onto the previous subject

“All of the stuff is in there for your tattoo and the tattoo stuff and yeah-”

“Yoongi.”

“I need to bandage you, yeah that’s what I’m gonna do-”

“Min Yoongi!” You flicked his head, which was looking at the packet instead of you. He looked up and stopped talking. You asked him the same question from earlier. “Did you just ask me out?”

“I mean… no. Well, sort of… yes. Yeah, I asked you out,” He said with a small smile. “But you don’t have to accept or anything… I totally meant that as a joke.” It was obvious he was trying to let himself down easy with the last part but you decided to poke fun at the situation a little.

“Oh, that’s a shame because I really like you too and I was hoping you were actually asking me out.” You tried your best to look sad and his eyes immediately went wide at what you said. He shook his head frantically and you bit your lip so you wouldn’t smile at his reaction.

“No-no I was joking, of course I want to go out with you,” He said. You smiled at his answer and nodded.

“I knew,” You laughed a little and he relaxed. There was a small silence between the two of you, neither of you knew what to say next. After a minute or so he cleared his throat and you looked up at him.

“So, um… about that aftercare-” He began but you cut him off.

“Yoongi.”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you talk to me about aftercare on our first date,” You smiled, bumping his hand with your own. He instantly nodded and you grinned at that. You grabbed your shirt from the bed and were about to put it back on before he stopped you. You lowered your arms and looked at him, confused.

He laughed a little and grinned before poking fun at you. “I know you’re excited for our date, and I am too, but I still need to properly bandage you before you put that back on.”

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blu-joons · 5 years

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He’s A Tattoo Artist ~ Min Yoongi

Prompts: 14, 22, 27

The sound of the door opening made the dark-haired boy jump, as he looked up from his sketchpad, noticing your timid frame walk into his parlour. He smiled softly, tucking his hands into the pocket of his apron, switching his computer on.

“Hello,” you smiled, instantly nervous. The parlour was decorated mainly in black, with portraits of his pieces scattered around the place. “I’ve got an appointment at two with Yoongi.”

“That would be me,” he responded, closing his laptop back down, opening one of the drawers. He pulled out the template the two of you had discussed over the phone. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“Y/N.”

His smile grew, “that’s it, I remember.”

He laid the piece out, a simple floral design that you wanted on your left hip. A tattoo had been something you’d considered for a while, and after a drunken night out, had somehow booked the appointment, leaving yourself no choice but to see it through.

Your eyes lit up as you saw the masterpiece he had created, excited to see what it looked like on you. “If you like it, we can head to the back and get started?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

You were trying your best to hide your nerves as you followed beside him, sitting down in a big black chair. You lifted your jumper up as he placed latex gloves on, sliding a set of drawers over with several different colours of ink on.

“I’m guessing by the look on your face, this is your first tattoo. Am I right?”

“Yeah,” you shyly giggled, “I’m trying to hide my nerves, but clearly I’m not doing a very good job. I know I’ll be in safe hands with you.”

“Of course, you will, I promise to take extra care of you.” His encouragement made you feel a little bit happier, but you were still filled with concern. “Can I get you a drink or anything?”

You shook your head, all you wanted was the experience to be over and done with. “Can we just get on with things instead before I end up running back out of the door.”

“I’m just going to make myself a coffee, then I’ll be back. This one may take a while.”

You watched him walk down a flight of stairs, looking around the studio. A piece at the back caught your eye, a large cartoon character had been tattooed onto someone’s back. You couldn’t believe how real it looked as you took a few steps towards it, admiring the great detail that had been encompassed into it.

“I can see you, you’re terrible at hiding,” a voice spoke, making you jump.

“I wasn’t running away, just admiring all the work you’ve done.”

Everything had been built from nothing, Yoongi had worked hard to fulfil his dreams of becoming a tattooist. He wanted his own place, where he could showcase his own work, and he’d certainly found it here.

“It always makes me smile when people like what I do. It’s rewarding to the smiles on happy customers once the see their tattoo.”

You watched through scrunched eyes as he began to prepare for your tattoo. You lifted your jumper back up, watching as he sterilized the area. The harsh cold of what he used made you jump, as he sniggered. He shot you a childish glare, knowing that he was definitely going to have trouble with you.

Then he placed his stencil, again making you jump as you felt the cold of his hands tickle against your skin. “Stop whining like a baby and get on with it, this is the easiest bit,” he teased.

“You’re supposed to make me feel better, not worse. I’m scared, the sounds, the feels, this is like my worst nightmare,” you chuckled, slowly realising what you’d gotten yourself into.

“What on earth are you doing here in that case?”

“Let’s just say sober Y/N certainly hates drunk Y/N right about now.” His eyes rolled; you definitely were not the first accidental drunk customer he’d had in the studio.

Once he was happy with everything, and once he’d checked with you one final time that this was what you wanted, did he prepare the tattoo gun. The first time you heard the sound, your heart skipped a bit, it was a lot more intimidating in real life.

“Just stay nice and calm for me,” Yoongi smiled, reassuring you. “It’s going to hurt a bit to begin with, but everyone always says that they adjust to the pain eventually. The less you move, the easier my job is to give you the perfect tattoo.”

“Stop talking and get on with it, please.”

He did as he was told, beginning to tattoo the first of the petals. Your eyes widened in horror at the sensation of the needles going in and out of your skin, too scared to look down, trusting that Yoongi would do things right.

He knew you were nervous; he’d had plenty of nervous customers before, and he knew the only way to make things better would be work as fast as possible. Whilst remaining professional, he didn’t want to put you in agony for too long.

“How are you doing Y/N? Do you need a break, or shall I carry on?”

You glanced across, looking straight for his eyes, unable to bring yourself to look down at the tattoo. Your shoulders shrugged, unsure what to do.

“Just keep going for now, I’ll let you know if it gets too much,” you informed him.

He nodded, only wanting what was best for you. As he looked down, he knew what a great job he’d done, and it didn’t take long for the rest of the piece to be finished, whilst you sat almost perfectly throughout it all.

“You’ll be pleased to know, I think we’re done,” he smiled, taking his hands out of the gloves.

You let go of a sigh of relief, waiting a moment for him to instruct you on what to do. “I want to say thank you, but a man has never hurt me that way before.”

“Sorry, but I think you’ll be happy with the outcome. He reached across for his hand mirror, “I’ve worked really hard to make it as real as possible, there’s a lot of fine details in there, some bits perhaps most people won’t notice.”

“I’m so ready to see it, turn the mirror around.”

He turned the mirror around, as your jaw hit the floor. You were stunned by how incredible it looked; he really had done such an incredible job.

“That’s amazing, I can’t believe how real it looks. I could cry it looks so good, thank you so much, and I’m sorry for being such a problematic customer.”

Seeing the look on your face was all he needed to know he had yet another happy customer. “My heart just melted, you’re so damn cute. It was an honour to give you your first tattoo, maybe you’ll be back for more now?”

“No way! Absolutely not. The pain of one was good enough.” He chuckled, wrapping your tattoo to keep it safe, letting you know the dos don’ts for the next day or two to make sure you kept the tattoo in pristine condition.

“I bet so many people come back for more tattoos, you do such a good job. Hypothetically, if I ever got another tattoo, I’d definitely come back here.”

“Hypothetically, I would love that,” Hobi smiled, walking you back through to the main reception. “Now, we paid over the phone, so you don’t need to worry about that, just let me give you a little care package, and then you’re good to go.”

The money was another reason you knew you had to go, Yoongi had asked that you paid the money beforehand, that way if you were unhappy for any reason, he still got the money. It was smart, or so you thought, until you realised it was yet another reason to go and get the tattoo.

“Take it easy for a while, and make sure next time you get drunk, you don’t decide that getting a tattoo is a good idea,” he teased.

You picked up the care package, throwing it between your hands. “You’ve done an excellent job, but this is definitely a one-time thing. If anything is ever going to make me realize I need to stop drinking, no offence, but this is it.”

“No offence taken,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you around Y/N.”

“Bye.”

You glanced down at the package, noticing a piece of paper slotted in the elastic band keeping it all together. Unfolding it, you couldn’t help but smile as you realised his name and number had been scribbled on the piece of paper.

Perhaps you could let me take you out one day to apologise for all the pain I put you through. Yoongi x

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Masterlist

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susi6277 · 3 years

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go read this fic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11618175?view_full_work=true

<3 Petals & Ink by SugarAndMint

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kookieswan · 3 years

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🌸 BTS Masterlist 🌸

Guidelines found here!

DNI with me or my nsfw/18+ content if you’re a minor.

What I write is just fiction, not fact. I obviously don’t know any of BTS personally and nothing I write is based on reality in any way. Nothing I write is real or should be taken seriously.

Nsfw/18+ 💋, Fluff 🌸, Angst 🥀, Horror 👻

ATEEZ Masterlist found here!!!!!!

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Amaranth - 🥀🌸Apprentice!Jungkook x Royal!Reader(f) - Ongoing!

Handlebars - 💋🌸 - Biker!Jungkook x Receptionist!Reader (f) - Ongoing!

Sweet Blood - 🌸👻💋- Poly!Demons!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader (f) - Ongoing!

Molten Eyes - 💋🌸 - Dragon!Jungkook x Mage!Reader (f) - Ongoing!

Late Night Bites - 🌸 - Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader (f) - Ongoing!

Of Blooms & Bounties - 🌸 - Pirate!Jungkook x Explorer!Reader (f) - Ongoing!

Jungkook OneShots/Drabbles

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First Love - 🌸💋- TattooArtist!Yoongi x Reader (f) - Finished!

Shades of Us - 🌸💋- Poly!Namgi x Reader(f) College AU - Ongoing!

Nocturne of Waves - 🌸- SeaCreature!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader (f) - Ongoing!

Beyond Decaying Walls - 👻🥀🌸 - Yoongi x Reader (f) Backrooms!AU - Ongoing!

Yoongi OneShots/Drabbles

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Shades of Us - 🌸💋 Poly!Namgi x Reader(f) College AU - Ongoing!

Requiem of Wind 🌸🥀 Fae!Namjoon x Photographer!Reader - Ongoing!

Outlast Them All 👻🥀 Variant!Namjoon x Journalist!Reader - Abandoned.

Namjoon OneShots/Drabbles

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Downpour - 🥀🌸💋 Jimin x Reader (f) - Finished!

Inked Flora - 🌸- Poly!TattooArtists!VMin x Florist!Reader (f) - WIP!

Through Dying Stars - 🥀- Alien!Bounty Hunter!Jimin x DeliveryGirl!Reader - WIP!

Jimin OneShots/Drabbles

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Sweet Blood - 🌸💋👻 - Poly!Demons!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader (f) - Ongoing!

Inked Flora - 🌸- Poly!TattooArtists!VMin x Florist!Reader (f) - WIP!

Taehyung OneShots/Drabbles

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Shadow Play - 👻 Haunted!2Seok x Medium!Reader (f) - Hiatus, to be continued.

Red Light - 👻🥀 - Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader - Ongoing!

Hoseok OneShots/Drabbles

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Shadow Play - 👻 Haunted!2Seok x Medium!Reader (f) - Hiatus, to be continued.

Seokjin OneShots/Drabbles

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Echoes of Hollow Trail - 👻 Besties!BTS x Reader (DeepWoods!AU) - Hiatus, to be reworked.

OT7 OneShots/Drabbles/Headcanons

Mini Request Series:

Late Night Thoughts - 💋🌸🥀- BTS x Reader - Some of my own/requested ideas…

Features - 🌸💋 - BTS x Reader - A look at some of the boy’s features…

Color Coded - 🌸 - BTS x Reader - Requests based off of a plethora of colors…

Extras

Floral Links - A look at my characters and what flowers they connect with 🌸

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A song that reminds me of each member

Who wrote BTS?

Which couple sits how?

#My Masterlist 🌸

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solarwonux · 3 years

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84. “I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.”

roomate!junkook x f!reader

genre: smut

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, fwb, Jungkook and his tattoos, tattooartist!jungkook, dom!jungkook if you squint, spiting, cum eating, oral sex (m receiving), a brief mention of voyeurism, briefly edited, also Jungkook is kind off fluffy, this couple is weird af y’all.

note: hello, Idk what I did but I’ve done it lol. This is also a drabble that will eventually be part of a bigger story that I have half outlines lol, so I hope you enjoy this preview. I hope you like it please let me know your thoughts. Enjoy.xx

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Fourth time’s the charm.

Jungkook thought as he made his way to the front door of the tattoo shop. He pulled on the handle rather harshly making sure it was closed. Last week he had forgotten to lock the door, resulting in a drunk stranger walking in demanding a tattoo. Thankfully, the stranger’s intrusion triggered the security alarm, waking Jungkook in a fright. He ran down the steps of his apartment - the one located above the shop, half naked, carrying the bat you and him kept by the front door, his heart pounding against his chest.

To say the least he was terrified. Scared that something would happen to the expensive tattooing equipment. Scared that Yoongi would fire him and therefore kick him out of the apartment, scared of something happening to you. His nerves subsided when he found the drunk stranger, passed out on the couch in the waiting room.

The equipment, his job and you were all safe.

Ever since then he had made it his mission, even writing it down on a highlighter yellow sticky note as a reminder; to check not once but four times if the front door was locked.

Jungkook sighed, giving the door one last pull, making it rattle against the locks, before deeming it locked. A fifth time wouldn’t hurt.

He turns around, walking past the waiting room and the reception desk. He does one last look over, mumbling underneath his breath, checking to see if he had done everything he needed to do on his to-do list before turning off the lights. Quickly, he pushed aside the colorful paint splattered curtain that hid the front door to his apartment to the general public. He pressed in the code, waiting for the lock to click, going over the appointments or lack there off he had the following day.

As of late, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok hadn’t had many clients come into the shop or request an appointment via instagram. He blames the rival shop that opened a few blocks away, and their stupid flash event, where they tattooed people for free. Of course they weren’t intricate pieces, small basic ones that you would pick out from the generic tattoo binder. But it still caused a dent in their clientele.

That night you came home after work to find the four tattooists, on the couch, shooting glares at the shop door, with a large bottle of whisky in between them, and their man-size ego down in the slumps. The solution was simple, at least it was in your head.

“Hold an event like theirs, maybe shirtless. I’ve only seen Jungkook’s abs because he loves walking around the apartment half naked but I’m sure you guys have a promising pair.” You suggested with a shrug, earning groans and complaints from the four artists on the couch.

Yoongi stood up first, holding a hand out as an attempt to regain his balance from the sudden movement. “I’m not degrading myself or my art for clients. I’m also not giving away my talent for free.” He slurred, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction, “and my abs are better than Kooks.”

“Alright, it was just a suggestion.” You held your hands up in defeat, taking a step back. “I’m going to bed, enjoy your pity party.” You smiled at them before making your way to the front door and disappearing.

In hindsight, maybe you were right. Except for the half naked part, that’s dangerous and goes against all tattoo etiquette. But maybe holding a flash event and offering tattoo’s half off was not a bad idea. It would surely bring back their clients and make way for new ones. He would have to bring it up to his coworkers tonight when they came over.

Jungkook sighed, stopping at the top of the stairs facing the final door that led to his living room. He could hear the loud poppy music you were playing behind the door. Living with you wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be when Yoongi first offered you the vacant room. You were clean, organized and relatively respectful of personal space, but he hated your music. It was generic and just way too bouncy and happy, it was a good thing you gave a great head, if not he would’ve begged Yoongi to kick you out long ago. Before he got attached.

He wasn’t a dick he just thought with his dick ninety nine percent of the time and right now it was very much needing a stress release. Jungkook punched in the final code and opened his front door, revealing you in nothing but a tight pair of leggings and a sports bra, sweat droplets running down your body as you followed along with the exercise video on youtube. You looked very much like you would look after the two of you finished fucking and it made his cock stir in his jeans.

“Did you lock the door?” You said in between breaths, squatting down, finishing your last rep of squats. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, nodding in response. His hands were down by his sides, itching to squeeze your ass, to pull you against him and take you on the couch. It wouldn’t be out of pocket either. He knew you would give in the second he gave you that lust filled look of his. The one that was desperate and needy and practically begging for your touch.

You stopped pausing the video and turned to look at him, hands on your hips, chest heaving in a poor attempt to catch your breath. Jungkook knew he was fucked. “Are you sure you locked the door?”

“Yes I checked five times tonight, have you had dinner?” He blinked rapidly, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jeans hiding his hardening cock as best as he could.

“An hour ago.” You reassured, unpausing the workout video and positioning yourself in downward dog.

Jungkook looked up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths following your haggard ones and counted to ten. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed you. Needed your mouth around him until he was painting the back of your throat white. Counting to ten once wasn’t enough to calm him down. It wasn’t until he was halfway through his third recount that he felt your arms circle around his waist, a faint kiss left underneath his earlobe, that he knew he was done for.

“I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.” You whisper leaving opening mouthed kisses down his neck tonguing the spot between his clavicle and neck. Jungkook’s eyes opened wide, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh.

“Fuck baby please.” He caved, taking your head in his hands and pushing you away before leaning down and capturing your lips with his, in a wet, messy and needy kiss. He didn’t care that your lips were salty due to the sweat, they felt like heaven against his.

You moaned into the kiss feeling the wet muscle of his tongue swiping against your bottom lip asking for access, in which you so rightfully gave him. His hand left your cheek and traveled down your neck until it was groping your boob through your thin sports bra. You pulled away to catch your breath for a few seconds, whimpering as his palm worked against your hardened nipple diligently before kissing him again, teeth clattering against one another.

He pulled away pushing your sports bra up releasing your boobs, his index fingers and thumbs pinching your nipples and pulling on them gently. “Jungkook, w-what do you want?” You moan, closing your eyes as he rolled your nipples between his sweaty palms. Not only did Jungkook love touching your ass, he also loved playing with your boobs, claiming they were the best pair of boobs he had ever seen in his entire twenty six years of life.

“Get on your knees baby girl, want to see your lips wrapped around me.” He mumbles against the crown of your head while he continues to knead at your boobs.

You nod kissing the outline of the tattoo that was peeking against the neck of his white t-shirt. You send him a wink. A deep hum leaves his lips as you slowly kissed your way down his clothed chest, until you were face to face with his jean cladded bulge. You looked beautiful, your eyes glossy with need and your mouth watering as you couldn’t wait for the weight of his cock against your tongue.

He puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes your face against his jeans, he was so hard he could feel himself pulsing with need. It didn’t help that your fingers were walking up his thighs at an agonizing pace, while your mouth was now kissing him through the fabric, satisfied hums leaving your lips. “You’re so fucking hard Kook.” You pull away finally unbuttoning his jeans, your fingers brushing against him while you unzip his pants slowly.

“You’re such a tease baby girl, almost makes me think that you want to get punished tonight.” He tilts his head, pushing his hips into your hands as you palmed him over his boxers, while your other hand pushes his jeans down, leaving him in only his t-shirt and black boxers.

You look up at him smirking, leaning in to kiss the tattoo decorating his thigh. You had gotten off on it many times before, it was your favorite pastime when you were needy and bored. “Maybe I do, take your shirt off.” You demanded, biting down on his skin making him jump.

He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks making you face him, “Be careful I’m not feeling very nice today.” The sinister look behind his eyes makes you shudder, “open your mouth,” You smile, parting your lips sticking your tongue out before Jungkook leans over, a glob of spit hitting your tongue making you moan in delight. “What do you say?” His grip on your cheeks is hard.

“Thank you sir.” You mewl, hooking your thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers, wasting no time in freeing him. His cock was pretty, you had once told him that and it made him double over in laughter. No one had ever called his cock beautiful. Maybe big but never beautiful but you were a character and he should’ve expected a comment like that from you.

“Good girl, now go on, this is all you’re getting tonight so you better enjoy it.” He wraps his hand around himself, spitting down onto his length using it to lube himself up before guiding it to your slightly parted lips. He knew you loved to watch him touch himself, sometimes if you weren’t home and he was needy he would sit on the couch fucking his hand knowing you would walk at any minute and help him finish the job. Or sit in front of him on the coffee table, legs spread wide touching yourself, moaning his name like his fingers were inside of you instead of yours. If Yoongi knew the dirty escapades that happened behind the walls of the apartment above his tattoo shop he would never step foot inside again. Thankfully he didn’t know, yet.

You stick your tongue out and lick his head, rolling your nipples against the palm of your hands. The sight was award winning and Jungkook wanted to so badly get his camera out and capture the moment. To add to your shared collection. “So fucking sexy baby girl, always so good for me.” He tapped the head of his cock against your tongue before you close your lips around him, running your tongue underneath the head of his cock.

Jungkook’s hand came behind your head, guiding you further down his cock sending a thrum of arousal up his spine. You hollow out your cheeks looking up at him with watering eyes. He moans, gripping your ponytail, giving you an experimental thrust making you gag around him. It sounded like the beginning of a beautiful melody, not the ones that belonged to your shitty pop music but the one that would keep you up at night lost in thought.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” He thrusts again, while you tug on the hem of his shirt. “Want to see me, look at my tattoos while I fuck your mouth?” He grunts, quickly discarding his shirt once he hears the needy moan that escapes your cock filled mouth. He knew his tattoos were your ultimate turn on. The reason you had gotten on your knees before him the first time after living together for a full year. He couldn’t say no, not when the only thought running through his mind was the stain your red lipstick would leave behind on his cock.

Calm him a douchebag or compare him to a hormonal filled teenager, he didn’t care. He was a man after all. One that hadn’t had sex in two years after his last girlfriend cheated on him with his brother.

Frankly, he needed an ego boost and you were there to give it to him, so he caved.

You pull off of him breathing heavily, a thread of saliva connects your lips to the head of your cock as you try to catch your breath. The sight was anything but underwhelming and enough to make him cum, but Jungkook hated his cum going to waste. He was healthy and young and it should go to good use.

“I-I want you to use my mouth, please.” You croak before dragging your tongue up and down his shaft. “Want you to cum in my mouth sir.” Mumbling, you tease his head with the tip of your tongue making him groan.

“Such a dirty mouth, it's a good thing I’m making good use out of it.” He says, a cocky smirk evident on his face. You nod happily, humming with please as you take him into your mouth again, sinking further, hollowing your cheeks moaning around him as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure. His abs contract as he tries to control himself, at least until you give him the go ahead. And you do with a slight tap of your fingers against his thighs.

He growls, thrusting his hips into your mouth, guiding your head up and down, gagging around him. His cock feels hot and heavy against your tongue, making both of you moan simultaneously. “Always letting me use you, what would our friends say if they walked in. You know I invited them over for drinks, right?”

You whimper around him, closing your eyes at the thought of getting caught with him, balls deep down your throat. You hated that he had caught onto your slight voyeurism kink as it was only a matter of time where he threw all tattoo etiquette he knew and lived by out on the window and fucked you in his workshop, with only a thin curtain separating you and the rest of the shop.

His thrusts get more desperate. His orgasm was approaching quickly as he twitched inside of your mouth. You dig your nails into his thighs, creating crescent moons as you feel your lungs start to give out. He mutters a low fuck followed by a quick apology before he pulls away. You gasp resting your hand against your chest, your eyes are filled with tears, bubbles of saliva painting your chin. Jungkook swears he’s never seen a sight as beautiful as this one and once again he’s cursing himself for not giving himself enough time to grab his camera.

“Can you go more or do you need a break?” He whispers, eyes filled with concern while he caresses your cheek with his thumb.

You shake your head, “Just give me time to regain my breath.” With a soft smile you leave a chaste kiss against the tattoo decorating his hip. It was part of a bigger piece, one that adorned the entire right side of his body, but nevertheless for some odd reason it was your favorite one.

Jungkook nods, wrapping his hand around himself, muffled curses escaping his beautiful lips. “I’m so close, baby girl, just let me cum on your face.” He all but begs, gripping his cock tightly and thrusting his hips into his hand.

You pout, a sound of protest leaves your swollen lips making Jungkook roll his eyes. “You can blow me again later, open your mouth baby.” He tucks his lips in between his lips, hips casting into his hand desperately. The pool between your legs grows, overflowing as you watch the mesmerizing sight in front of you. God, he was so fucking sexy.

You open your mouth sticking your tongue. Jungkook throws his head back moaning your name in a sweet incantation, ropes of cum hitting your tongue and cheeks, while you moan along with him.

Jungkook opens his eyes, riding out his orgasm, painting your chin watching as you drag your tongue into your mouth swallowing his salty substance, humming in satisfaction. “J-Jungkook.” The needy way you say his name makes his cock twitch and he has to keep himself from getting hard again.

“You look so pretty baby girl, so fucked out and pretty, only for me.” He whispers, collecting the cum that was dripping down your chin with his thumb before bringing it up your lips, coating them. “So filthy too, thank you baby.” He leans down, running his tongue against your cheek collecting his cum before kissing you slowly and sensually, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, coating the inside with his cum.

Jungkook hates his cum going to waste. You whimper, snaking your arms around his neck pulling him closer, sucking on his tongue. He grins against your lips and moves away, chuckling as you continue to chase his lips with yours. “I need you Kookie.” You sigh, a pout forming on your swollen lips. “Please just fuck me, use me. I don’t care anymore.” You let out a sob, your pussy throbbing begging to be touched.

He helps you up, circling his arms around your waist, nosing your hair as he sighs. He wants to give him, lead you to the couch, but the guys were going to be here at any minute and he couldn’t have time to please you the way he wanted to.

“Let’s go shower, I promise the second the guys leave I’ll eat you out like a starved man.” He suggests, leaving a light kiss against your forehead. He didn’t feel as stressed as he was earlier, but that’s all thanks to you and how easy it was for him to get lost in your world.

“Is that a promise?” You tilt your head curiously, toying with the hair resting against the back of his neck.

“I always keep promises, baby girl.”

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myjaebutt · 7 years

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where flowers bloom (so does love)

[PART 1/2]

Yoongi x Jimin / Taehyung x Jungkook Word Count: 3388 Genre: Fluff Summary: It’s been 4 months since Yoongi’s moved to Seoul from Daegu. 3 months since he’s first seen Park Jimin and 2 months since he’s mustered up the courage to get his first tattoo (and see a certain pink haired boy up close). Yet it’s only been 1 month since Min Yoongi, 23 years old, music enthusiast and florist by day has realized that he is indeed whipped for a small smiling boy who runs a tattoo shop with his best friend. That his “small” crush on the 21 year old who smiled like all things sweet in the world and had the voice of an angel was indeed not just a “small” crush.

[AO3] [AFF]

[Prompt: Person A works in a flower shop. Person B works in the tattoo shop next door and does all of Person A’s tattoos. (Bonus if person B has 0 tattoos and is a cinnamon roll type character.]

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“Jiminnie! Yoongi hyung’s here. You won’t believe this. He wants another piece!” Taehyung screams towards the back. Yoongi unconsciously steps back. He’s not used to the loud noise.

Taehyung smiles at him sheepishly. “He gets lost in his art sometimes and doesn't hear.”

“Stop lying Tae. You just enjoy screaming too much.” Jimin shakes his head as he walks to the front of the shop.

“I do not appreciate such accusations against my honor.” Taehyung pouts at Jimin and Yoongi can’t help but smile at the action. Taehyung is cute. Like a hyperactive puppy kind of cute.

Jimin just rolls his eyes and turns to Yoongi. He smiles at him, all big and wide, eyes disappearing into crescents and all that runs through Yoongi’s head is ‘cute.cute.cute. so. freakin. cute.’

Yoongi’s still trying to get over the smile when he realizes that Jimin said something and he flushes as he asks him to repeat himself. Taehyung snickers from his desk and Yoongi takes back what he said about him being cute. Not cute at all.

Jimin laughs, all light and twinkly and Yoongi’s kinda sorta mesmerized. “I said, back so soon hyung.”

“Uhh yeah.” Yoongi mentally slams his face into the nearest wall. Wow, so smooth, great job Min Yoongi. 10/10 would never do again. And the smooth talker of the year award goes to...not you because you can’t even speak.

“Can’t get enough of me I see.” Jimin says with a smile and Yoongi just about passes out.

He came here for a damn tattoo (and to ogle a certain tattoo artist) not to have a damn heart attack.

Taehyung barks out in laughter and Yoongi watches in amazement as Park Jimin turns alarmingly different shades of red.

“I meant like uhh you like you can’t enough of my uhh art. Yeah. My art.” Jimin stumbles over his words, cheeks impossibly red, and looks away to glare at Taehyung.

(Yoongi definitely doesn’t wonder about how far down Jimin’s blush goes. Or if it possibly spread across his chest. Definitely not. That would be uncalled for. Right?)

Instead, Yoongi tries to say ‘But Jimin, you’re definitely art too’.

What he ends up saying though is, “You have nice art.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth everything goes quiet. Jimin’s staring at him blankly and from the corner of his eyes he can see Taehyung’s mouth open in silent laughter, whole body shaking from the force of it.

Yoongi wishes that at this very moment someone out there would have mercy on his poor unfortunate soul and just end him already. He’s fine with anything. Black hole, self-combustion, mysterious alien abduction. He’s game for anything that could spare him from this embarrassment. Please.

“Umm. Thanks.” Jimin still staring at him kind of blankly, Taehyung's wheezing in his chair from laughing so hard and Yoongi wishes he never moved here from Daegu (but then Jimin smiles at him shyly and Yoongi realizes he’s a fuckin liar).

* * *

“So what will it be this time hyung?” Yoongi watches as Jimin moves easily around the small room, tongue poking out in concentration.

With a smile, he takes out the small folded paper from his back pocket and gets comfortable on the reclining chair next to Jimin’s stool.

“Just this.” He hands it over to Jimin once he sits next to him, gloves snapping loudly in the quietness of the room.

“Hmmm.” The younger boy carefully unfolds the paper and just stares for a minute.

“A daisy?” He finally looks up at Yoongi and Yoongi feels laughter bubble up in his chest at the confused look on the boy's face.

“Yup.” Yoongi raises his left hand and points to the inside of his wrist. “A small daisy right here.”

For a moment Jimin stares at Yoongi, face oddly blank and Yoongi has the urge to run (he’s never been good with attention or anything to do with other people if he was being honest). But just as it’s becoming too much Jimin breaks out into a wide smile, cheeks bunching up adorably.

Yoongi can’t help the smile that spreads across his face at the younger boys reaction (he’s not whipped he swears).

Jimin carefully takes his hand in his own smaller ones, thumb softly caressing the inside of Yoongi’s wrist in such a delicate manner that Yoongi shivers slightly at the sensation.

“This might hurt a little more than the others.” The boy softly smiles up at him and Yoongi can feel himself nod along to the younger boys words, not really digesting what he was actually saying.

With a small laugh, Jimin begins the tattoo and Yoongi barely feels anything. He’s much too busy staring at Jimin to register what’s going on. Jimin concentrating while working on a piece has got to be one of the most beautiful things Yoongi has ever seen.

Maybe that’s why he keeps coming back. (Okay who is he lying to. He definitely comes back to ogle Jimin. Because everything he does is beautiful to Yoongi.)

It’s been 4 months since Yoongi’s moved to Seoul from Daegu. 3 months since he’s first seen Park Jimin and 2 months since he’s mustered up the courage to get his first tattoo (and see a certain pink haired boy up close).

Yet it’s only been 1 month since Min Yoongi, 23 years old, music enthusiast and florist by day has realized that he is indeed whipped for a small smiling boy who runs a tattoo shop with his best friend. That his “small” crush on the 21-year-old who smiled like all things sweet in the world and had the voice of an angel was indeed not just a “small” crush.

* * *

It’s been a slow morning. Monday’s are usually slow but today’s been an especially slow morning. Not a single customer since he opened the shop at 7am and it was nearing noon now. Yoongi doesn’t mind though. He enjoys mornings like this. When he can just flit around the store and tend to the flowers with ease and tender care. Can give them some extra love. His aunt always said that flowers grow best when they’re loved and Yoongi’s seen the difference himself.

It’s when Yoongi’s started working on his fifth bouquet of roses for the bridal shower later this evening when he hears the bells twinkle from the front of the shop. He continues working on the bouquet and let’s whoever entered find their way to him.

People always tend to stop and stare in amazement when they first come in and honestly Yoongi can’t blame them. The way his aunt set up the shop was something magical all right, straight out of a fairytale. Flowers of all shapes and colors neatly placed among small fairy figurines. But what was most unique of all was the many white bird cages of all shapes and sizes hanging from the ceiling intermingling with the vines growing along the walls and ceiling.

The cages had confused Yoongi at first. “Why bird cages in a flower shop?” He’d questioned her after finally gathering the courage (a month after he’d moved).

“Because I always wanted to be free.” Was all she had said to him with a small smile. It wasn’t much but Yoongi had understood her perfectly.

“You always will be.” He clutched her hand to his chest and promised him that night that he would never let this shop fail. He would never let her fail.

Yoongi’s bought out of his reverie when he hears twinkling laughter come from behind the mountain of roses placed directly in the middle of the shop. The laughter sounds oddly familiar and he feels something strange settle in the pit of his stomach. (It kind of feels like fear.)

Just then two figures emerge from behind the roses and Yoongi pales. He has the urge to duck behind the counter and pretend he’s not there. But he knows that’s cowardly (he still wants to do it though) and instead puts down the scissors in his head and waits for the figures to notice him.

The taller of the two boys notices him first and Yoongi almost laughs at his outrageous facial expression, eyes going cross-eyed and mouth open wide.

“Yoongi hyung! What are you doing here?!” Taehyung just about screams and Yoongi involuntarily takes a step back. He’ll never get used to the loudness that is Kim Taehyung.

At the sound of Taehyung’s outburst, the other boy turns to look at Yoongi and this time Yoongi does laugh.

Jimin looks criminally adorable (he’s weak okay, sue him) with his hand on his mouth in shock and eyes open alarmingly big.

After a couple of awkward moments of silence, Yoongi mumbles out, “Ah hello. Welcome to Serendipity Flowers.”

“You work here hyung??!” Taehyung rushes to the counter and Yoongi can’t help but take another step back.

“Uhh yeah.” Once he sees the overactive boy reach too close to the roses Yoongi quickly steps forward, ready to move them out of harm's way.

“Since when?” He leans even closer and Yoongi shuffles the flowers to the side.

“May.”

“That long and you didn’t tell us?!” Taehyung screeches out, pout on his lips as if Yoongi had committed some sort of horrible crime. (He’s pretty sure he didn’t but you never know with Taehyung.)

“Uhhh…” Yoongi’s at a loss of what to say. He didn’t know he was supposed to tell them. It’s not like they’re friends. Right?

“I thought we were friends.” Well, that answers that.

“Wait. Where’s auntie?” Jimin suddenly steps forward, genuine worry in his eyes and Yoongi falls a little more in love.

“Uhh. She’s taking a while off.” He hates how vague his answer sounds but he’s not ready to tell them the truth, yet.

“Is she okay though?” The pink haired boy’s biting on his lips and Yoongi knows that Jimin’s worried and he hates that he has to lie to him.

“She’s fine. Just needed a little break.” He tries to smile reassuringly but it feels fake even to him.

But thankfully Jimin doesn’t push and nods in understanding.

“Wait. Are you related to auntie?” Suddenly Yoongi has a face full of Taehyung and he has to forcefully push the younger boy away before he slips across the counter and into Yoongi.

“You’re right Tae. I think it’s the eyes.” Now Jimin moves closer, tongue sticking out in concentration as he stares at Yoongi.

The intense stare has Yoongi breaking out into a cold sweat, shivering slightly at the intensity of it. Once he realizes Jimin isn’t going to look away until he has an answer he clears his throat and looks away first.

“Uhh yeah. I’m her nephew. My mom’s sister.” Yoongi starts organizing the roses again just so he has something to do.

“That’s nice of you to help out hyung.” Jimin smiles at him and Yoongi ducks his head down, pretending to fix a rose just so the other won’t see the blush. His face feels like it's on fire.

“You know…” There’s something in Taehyung’s voice that has Yoongi looking up to stare at the boy warily.

“You know what?” Yoongi has an idea what Taehyung’s gonna say and he just wants this over with already.

“Just didn’t expect you to be florist hyung.” Taehyung’s got this annoying smirk on his face and Yoongi can’t help but sigh.

Yeah, Yoongi knows he doesn’t fit the “role” of a typical florist (what the hell does a typical florist look like even). Not with his piercings and tattoos and the leather jacket that’s practically his second skin. But then again it's not like Yoongi chose to be a florist (even though he makes a damn good one if he says so himself).

He opens his mouth to say something but Jimin’s long (and very exasperated) sigh cuts him off. “Seriously Tae. Seriously.”

Taehyung quirks an eyebrow at Jimin in confusion and Jimin smacks the back of his head. Loud.

“Hey! What was that for?!” He rubs the back of his head and pouts but all Jimin does is roll his eyes at him. Yoongi snickers under his breath.

“We run a tattoo parlor Tae. Neither one of us has tattoos. I don’t think we exactly look like tattooist either you fool.” Jimin crosses his arms and glares down at the other boy who has the decency to look sorry.

“Oh yeah.”

Jimin sighs again and turns to look at Yoongi. “I’m sorry. He’s always this stupid.”

At this Taehyung shrugs and smiles widely and Yoongi shakes his head in amusement. “Don’t worry about it. This wasn’t where I thought I’d be either. But at least the flowers are nice.”

Jimin smiles at that and reaches to pick up a rose and sniffs it gently. “They sure are.”

(Yoongi definitely does not have to stop himself from cooing out loud. Definitely not.)

“Jiminnie our breaks gonna be over soon.” Taehyung says picking up a rose too and Yoongi has to forcefully stop himself from telling him not to. It would be rude. (He still really wants to though especially when he starts twirling the poor flower around at an inhuman pace.)

“Okay.” He delicately places the rose back down in the pile and Yoongi smiles at the action, at the softness of it. (In the corner of his eye he can see Taehyung still twirling the poor rose and he moans at the fate of his flower.)

The pink haired boy looks ready to leave when Taehyung stops him with an arm to his shoulder. “Your flowers loser.”

“Oh.” Suddenly a blush spreads across Jimin’s cheeks and Yoongi almost reaches out to touch his cheeks to see if they’d be as hot as they look. Almost. (Thank god he doesn’t because that would be slightly VERY creepy.)

“Flowers for?” He enquires, grabbing onto the roses in front of him so he doesn’t do something stupid (like squish Park Jimin’s entirely too adorable cheeks).

“Yupppp. Jiminnie here needs some flowers so he can confess to someone VERY special.” Taehyung’s wiggling his eyes suggestively while Jimin’s elbowing him like crazy, trying to stop him. But that obviously doesn't work because Kim Taehyung is a menace.

“A confession?” Taehyung’s nodding his head enthusiastically but Yoongi’s staring at Jimin, waiting for his answer.

When Jimin shyly nods yes, he feels something ugly settle in his stomach. He suddenly feels strangely cold in the humid room and his heart burns with an odd sensation. (He blames it on the coffee.)

“Oh. Okay.” His voice comes out soft and sad even to his own ears and when Jimin looks up at him in surprise Yoongi quickly steps out from behind the counter and avoids eye contact.

“Do you have anything in mind?” He asks, grateful his voice sounds normal again. He starts walking towards the back of the store and the boys follow behind him.

“Umm no. Anything is fine.” Jimin’s voice sounds odd but Yoongi doesn’t turn around to check. He still can’t get the image of Jimin shyly nodding out of his head (or the burning sensation in his own chest).

“Well...any particular colors then?” Yoongi really hates how clipped his voice sounds but the burning in his chest is getting unbearable. (He should really stop drinking coffee.)

“Not really. Whatever looks good to you hyung. I trust you.”

The last three words are spoken in a whisper but have Yoongi’s ears ringing and his heart fluttering. He turns around to see Jimin standing to the side, head down, softly caressing the petals of an amaryllis.

“Okay. When do you want it?” Yoongi says after a while of watching Jimin. (He’s never been so thankful for Taehyung’s short attention span, the other already on the other side of the room looking at some bird cages.)

“Friday. The evening should be fine.” Jimin looks up at him finally and Yoongi doesn’t have the heart to pretend he wasn’t staring.

“Okay. I’ll bring it over when I come for my appointment.” When Jimin starts blushing under his gaze Yoongi finally turns away and walks to the counter.

“That sounds good. A bouquet like these roses should be fine. How much will it be?” He starts taking out his wallet to pay but Yoongi pushes his hands away.

“It’s fine. This one’s on me.”

When Jimin opens his mouth to protest Yoongi quickly blurts out, “I know you’ve been giving me discounts already Park Jimin. And this sounds like a serious confession. I hope it goes well.” Yoongi forces himself to smile even though he can feel the burning in his chest intensified.

“I hope so too.”

With a goodbye and promises to meet sometime for lunch the two boys leave the shop and Yoongi slumps against the counter.

He definitely doesn’t feel like crying. He definitely doesn’t care that he’ll be making the bouquet for Jimin’s confession to someone else. Definitely not.

Instead, Yoongi resumes making his rose bouquets and promises himself to make the best bouquet he’s ever made for Jimin. Someone as sweet and beautiful as Jimin deserves all the love in the world (even if it doesn’t include him).

* * *

Friday’s are always busy and have Yoongi on the edge but today’s been especially bad. (It definitely does not have anything to do with Jimin’s request.)

First, the delivery for Sunday’s wedding order was late and a sudden request for a last minute bridal shower came and Yoongi being the oversoft marshmallow he was couldn’t say no. So now he was rushing to finish the orders, put away the delivery and take the crazy amount of customers that Friday's somehow always seem to bring.

Just when a customer leaves and Yoongi finally has a second to catch his breath he hears the bell jingle from the moment and he has to catch himself from groaning out loud.

“Looks like you really need my help hyung.” A voice calls out and Yoongi almost cries in relief. Almost. (He definitely tears a little, it's the stress okay.)

“OMG. Jungkook thank god you’re here.”

Jungkook emerges from behind the rose mountain and smiles his signature bunny smile and Yoongi can’t help but smile back.

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite hyung or else I wouldn’t be here at 10am working at a flower shop when I could be finally sleeping.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at the youngers brattiness but reaches up (he hates that he has to reach up) up to tousle his hair affectionately.

“I know, you brat. Thanks. I’ll treat you to lamb skewers.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up at the mention of lamb skewers and Yoongi laughs at the kids love for lamb skewers.

“Promise?”

“Of course you brat. Now get to work. I need all those flowers moved into the greenhouse in the back.” Yoongi points at the mountain of boxes of peonies and carnations with a grimace.

“Got it hyung.” Jungkook easily picks up two boxes with ease and Yoongi hates how much of a muscle pig the younger is. (But not really because it was quite very useful.)

With Jungkook’s help, Yoongi’s able to finally stop freaking out. The delivery is taken care of, and he doesn’t have to rush as much between the orders and customers. Even though Jungkook can’t actually do anything with the flowers at least Yoongi can get him to do all the manual labor and deal with payment.

It’s through this rush that Yoong’s glad that he finished Jimin’s bouquet first thing in the morning. It’s a beautiful mixture of pink camellias, white carnations and pink and white myrtles. They’re soft like Jimin and even if they symbolize more of Yoongi’s feelings than necessary, no one needs to know.

Everything’s going smoothly, yet Yoongi still feels anxious. There’s a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that he can’t seem to shake off.

It’s almost 2 and they’ve just managed to sneak in a late lunch when Yoongi’s phone rings. The number isn’t one Yoongi recognizes and the feeling in his stomach increases.

“Hello.”

“Hello. Is this Min Yoongi?” The professional voice on the line has Yoongi gulping.

“Yes. Who is this?”

“This is Doctor Kim. I’m calling from Seoul Hospital. I’m sorry but you’ll need to come in immediately.”

[A/N - Part 2 will be out soon. What do you guys think?]

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extravaguk · 4 years

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sweets&ink

part of my opposites attract! series.

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / pjm / kth

pairing: tattooartist&tattoed!jungkook x baker!reader

summary: jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

wordcount: 5k

genre: fluff - angst - smut (s2l!au)

rated: m (?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of past abusive/toxic relationships/trauma that might be triggering, a lil of making love at the end. it’s overall just suuper fluffy, trust me. jungkook is a s i m p. we love that for him! slow burrrnnnn.

Jungkook knows it was love at first sight, but doesn's know how to really explain it.

He knew from the moment he entered the small shop, pastel green walls welcoming him replete of sugary treats, a sweet and heavenly scent engulfing him as soon as he stepped a foot inside. With a new found sense of calmness and serenity within he hadn't experienced in a long time, he searched for deserts of his liking, mouth watering while assessing the many options of baked goods available and bright colored frostings stealing his attention.

"Hi. How may I help you?"

Then he looked up and found you. It wasn't easy to appreciate your whole appearence with the counter hiding the lower half of your body, but it was enough for Jungkook to think to himself that he had never seen a prettier girl in hiis entire life. And that's when he knew it. Any type of movement in his surroundings coming to a halt, his heart skipping a beat, his favourite song playing inside his head. And that particular sensation. The same one that had made him feel so at ease since he found your bakery. For a moment he thought his doe eyes might have actually turned into heart eyes until you raised your eyebrows, a concerned expression replacing your previous warm smile.

Blinking his eyes and clearing his throat, coming down from cloud nine into the real world, he stuttered his order as best as he coud manage, heart pounding inside his chest and later feeling mortified for not being able to pronounce "gingernap cookies" correctly.

At first he kind of hated Seokjin for blackmailing him into going to his favourite bakery to buy his favourite cookies (Jungkook really should've known better than accidentally spill ink all over Jin's new script), but when he comes back home with a goofy smile on his face and dreams of your face, he makes sure to text him he'll go get his cookies anytime he wants.

But Jungkook is a masochist apparently.

Because a week after your first encounter he realizes that not being able to get his mind off a girl he's literally only seen once in his entire life is not exactly normal. Not for anyone, but especially not for him. Realizes that the way he embarrassed himself in front of you and probably looked like a bluberring mess (or a creepy weirdo who had never interacted with any woman before) is not reason enough to not keep wanting to try again. And the way you just giggled at him and simply shook your head as you wrapped the ginger cookies he had asked for in a pretty packaging has kept him aching for more.

So he comes once a week now. Still as nervous as the first day, but content to see that your face seems to light up at the sight of him stepping through the door the same way his does. He likes to see you in your cute pastel dresses, and if he didn't know better he'd think you were just trying to keep up with the bakery's aesthetic. But the more he frequents your shop, the more he realizes you're exactly like the treats you bake. He likes how your vividly honeyed persona contrasts with his darker and reserved one. Likes how you're all colors of the rainbow and he's just a scale of greys.

They are small interactions. Just courtesy and cordial exchange of words everytime he visits. He doesn't even know your name and you don't even know his, but sometimes he asks how was your weekend and sometimes you ask how many people had he inked that week. Sometimes he tells you how pretty you look, and sometimes you blush in response. Sometimes you add an extra macaron in his order and sometimes he debates on whether or not he should write down his number on a napkin and slide in right on the countertop before he waves goodbye.

And although Jungkook has never been one to shy away from women, he feels a certain way he can't exactly pinpoint. A way that makes his confidence falter and leaves him feeling like a little kid who's afraid to confess to the girl he likes. Because as cliché as it sounds, you're not like any other girls he's ever met. You don't feel like any other girl he's ever met. Not the older than him, tattoed and pierced type of girl he's accustomed to; not the type of girl that's addicted to trouble and believe him (maybe even hoped) to be something he's not. So it takes a while for him to summon up enough bravery and determination. It takes weeks of pining and overthinking, and a single push from Yoongi ('stop being a fucking pussy and just do it') to ask you to have coffee with him.

"I... I'm sorry. I can't."

And it only takes those words leaving your mouth to shatter his heart into pieces.

It's fine though, he told you and himself. He wasn't going to be one of those guys who believed the 'friendzone' was an actual thing and tried his best to not make you feel uncomfortable, really tried his best to erase the guilt across your face as you rejected him. So he scratched the back of his head and mustered up a big smile before leaving the shop with a bag full of cupcakes and an unsettled stomach.

Letting out a deep breath you didn't even know you were containing, you observe as the handsome stranger exits the shop. Running a hand through your hair before gripping the counter with your hands, you try to steady the heavy throbbing insde your chest.

The boy in question had been unknowingly tormenting you and flooding your mind with thoughts of him for almost two months now. That day you first had spotted him eyeing the desserts in display in amazement and then you in the very same way. It was sudden and precipitated, but it had almost made your head spin, something you hadn't felt in a long time unexplainable tugging at your insides.

You had kept your cool as best as you could, as best as you had taught yourself in the past. Wrapped those cookies he had asked and then waved goodbye, hoping under your breath he wouldn't come back but silently wishind he would. But then he did. He came back once. And then again. And again, and before you realized he had become a frequent costumer. Trying whatever treats you'd recommended him, creating small talk, sending friendly smiles here and then.

You had learned to expect him at the very same time, the very same day of the week; had learned to manage the fluttering in your tummy and the reddish warmth spreading through your cheeks whenever the eye contact was prolongued. Everything was innocent, it was brief and, most importanly, it never went beyond, even if sometimes you hoped it did.

However, after all these years, there was still something you hadn't learned to control yet. And as he spoke, clearly nervous, hesitant and clearly out of his comfort zone, wondering out loud if he could ever treat you to a coffee sometime, your body shut down. The fondness and excitement you had been harboring over the last few weeks quickly replaced by that which made you want to recoil, made you want to back to your well to let its darkness and loneliness envelop you.

That horrible and ugly wave of crippling fear and axiety all mixed together; a little monster that you had successfully concealed, now displaying its ears in warning and the same smile that had been haunting you for years, now advising you, reminding you and most of all, threatening you, to go back to your own comfort zone. And so, powerless, there was nothing else you could really to but to comply, muttering an apology and a rejection that probably pained you more than it pained the boy in front of you.

You knew you did the right thing, but it definitely didn't feel like it.

Especially a week later, as you expected his arrival- as always, ready with a tray full of fresh baked scones you had particularly made just for him, but were left severely disappointed when time passed and he was nowhere to be seen. Or two weeks later, after spending an extra hour making cake pops that you had specifically designed with him in mind (covered in dark chocolate and white sprinkles), only to realize it was closing time and that he never even showed up.

To say you were bummed was an understatement. You knew you always looked forward to him coming in every week to grace your day with a smile and a polite talk, but you didn't come to terms with how much you would miss it until now. So three weeks later, you still bake with him in mind, trying not to lose hope but still chastising yourself for not being brave enough and accepting his offer. It was just a coffee date, for God's sake, not a marriage proposal! Trying to busy your mind with work and customers coming in and out, even if your eyes dart in anticipation everytime you hear the door swinging.

When hours pass and the sun hides to make room for the moon and stars into the sky, you look at the clock and, with a defeated sigh, finish cleaning and tidying around the shop. But before you can gather your things, the door swings open and there stands the stranger you had been praying to see again.

"Am I too late?" he asks, and you don't exactly know but can tell his words hold a double meaning. You smile, a genuine smile, because he looks bashful with a hand scratching the back of his head like he had done the last time you saw him, and because there's a warm sensation spreading through your chest, like your heart is smiling for you.

"I was about to close, but I can make an exception." you accomplish to say and surprisingly don't sound as nervous as you feel. He mirrors your smile as he walks closer to the counter. "So, what would you like?"

That takes him by surprise because he really had nothing in mind when he decided to come here and now he feels like an idiot.

"Uh, um... I would like... maybe cupcakes?" he sounds like an idiot too. But you nod and smile at him and start gathering his cupcakes into a polka dot cardboard box.

"You missed the cake pops I made last week." you say, trying to keep your voice in check as he hands you his credit car. "I think you would've liked them."

"Ah, sorry... Work has been really hectic." and even if it's true, it's also true the fact that he chickened out and was frightened to face you again. He likes how even when you're alluding to his absence, there's not a malicious tone behind your words. He likes how you're still smiling at him even after he's been acting like a pussy for two weeks. But that's why he's here. "I also would like to apologize for... you know. I didn't-...If I made you feel uncomfortable, I'm really sorry."

With your eyebrows raised, your smile dissipates. "What? No, you didn't do anything wrong, really. It's not- It's not that. I just...can't." you stumble through words, trying to explain how much you actually wanted to go to that coffee date, to get to know his name and more of himself, but unavailable to. You can feel it again. The same anguish that always seem to creep up on you and numbs you altogheter. But him, worriedly sensing your distress, waves his hands in front of him.

"No, no. It's fine, you don't have to explain anything! It's alright!" his smile seems to soothe you and you return his smile in gratitude. "Anyways, I'll... I'll get going. See you next week?"

You nod, anticipation already making its way into you. "See you next week." and then he takes the box filled with cupcakes and says goodbye. Before he can open the door though, a tingle of impulsivity and fearlesness makes you say:

"I'm _____, by the way."

He pauses, clearly taken aback.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook hasn't stopped repeating your name in his head ever since you gave it to him, grinning like a fool and thinking about how good it sounds next to his. He hasn't stopped frequenting your bakery either and has lost count on how much money he's spent on muffins and whatever else you sell. He doesn't care though. All he cares about is how much likes seeing you even if it's only for fifteen minutes in your floral dresses, and as long as you keep looking like you're glad to see him every time, then he's fine.

He's more than fine. He feels amazing. Sings tunes while he works on customers, feels his creativity flowing more than ever and he feels whole. It still baffles him how a minimun interaction with you once a week can make him feel on top of the world.

He's got a bouquet of white and pink lillies next time he visits, so sappy and romantic he doesn't even recognize himself. He doesn't tell you he googled their meaning and his mind instantly associated them with you. Purity is exactly what he thinks of you and admiration is exactly how he feels about you. Hands it to you and the surprised look on your face and the spreading of pink all over your cheeks makes his heart burst. You thank him and he tells you he didn't know what your favourite flower is. You answer it's carnations. He writes it down somewhere in his mind, for next time. And then you're the one surprising him.

"Would you like to have coffee sometime?"

There's uncertainty in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed by him, and for a moment he thinks he's dreaming. He's cool with what he's got right now with you, but you repeating his words back to him makes him feel euphoric, like he can't believe it. He knows he looks dumb, the way he's looking at you.

Completely dumbfounded. He stutters like the first same he met you, but he says yes (omits the part where he tells you he could almost die). You exchange number in each other's phones with shaky hands, set the day and hour, and then wave each other goodbye.

You instantly regret it as you watch him leave. Keep regretting it the following days. That voice in your head telling you 'it'll happen again', telling you fairytales didn't exist and this most likely wasn't one, even if it felt like it was, suffocating you like it had done many times before. Screwing with your head until you consider canceling.

But you power through it, like you had taught yourself to do. This time it's harder though. Because this time there's a new romantic interest at hand, one that's making you feel things you buried a long time ago and made you swear to yourself you'd be smarter and stronger than any man could.

It's Hoseok's encouraging words that help ease the panic. It was also Hoseok's words who encouraged you to ask Jungkook out. Said you deserved something good for once and that you couldn't close yourself to love your entire life.

Thought it was time for you to write a new chapter after a rather sad one.

So on Saturday, Jungkook insists on picking you up and it already feels like too much for you. Especially when he shows up with a bouquet of carnations in his hand and a smile that takes your breath away and definitely doesn't help to ease your nerves.

Takes him by surprised how pretty you look. maybe because it's the first time he's seen you out of your shop and even though you're still loyal to your clothing style, he still fumbles with his words like an idiot to try to express how beautiful you look. Seeing he's as much of a mess as you settles you a little bit. Then he takes you to a cute café that almost makes you laugh, because seeing him, inked arms and piercings and a closet that consisted mainly of black oversized t-shirts and pants in such a bright environment reminds you of the first time he entered your shop.

You're surprised to see how well the conversation rolls, how easy it is to talk to him beyond the usual brief interactions you two have. You like how he makes you laugh and how he seems to love hearing it. You like how his attention is solely focused on you, even if his gaze on yours sometimes feels too intense and his overall character intimidates you. You like how soft spoken he is, how careful he is with words and the sound of his voice. Sounds like a lullaby without melody.

And when the date is over, he drives you home, walks you to your door and respectfully wishes you a good night. You kiss him on the cheek spontaniously before hiding the embarrassment on your face and stepping inside your home. You miss the way he stays at your doorstep for a whole minute before getting in his car and driving himself home. You also miss how peacefully he sleeps that night, dreaming of cupcakes and you. You don't miss the heart emoji he sends you before going to bed, making yours quiver.

You're glad you didn't cancel, and now you're sure you don't regret it at all

It goes on. The dates, getting to know each other more and more, Jungkook's visits to your shop and spending way too much money on sweets and carnations, the butterflies in your stomach everytime he's near and the birth of something inside of you that's starting to make you feel alive after feeling dead for so long.

It's still new, still wholesome, moves in slow motion. You're glad Jungkook doesn't push, doesn't ask for anything, never demands more than a kiss on the cheek everytime he drops you off. He is nothing like he looks like, you realized that right away.

But with every brand new beginning that requires feelings like this, especially as unique and exceptional as the ones Jungkook is causing within you, comes the evil monster trying to scare you off, to make you back off and remind you that not everything that shines is gold. The voice inside your head that keeps bewitching you back into a dark room, reminder in your head everytime that one day Jungkook will want more. He'll want more and you might not be ready to give it to him.

A voice that keeps resonating and has kept you unmoving for the past few years and now is making you feel more frightened than ever.

You've been more quite than usual and Jungkook can tell something is not quite right. It's a friday night, and after having dinner that he insisted on paying, he decided this time to drive you away, to a secluded space somewhere where you both can appreciate the city lights on the hood of his car. He can tell, so he asks you, but you give a vague answer. He wants to ask again, but he's afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He wants to get to know you in every level, want's to scratch the surface until he can see everything. He wants to learn you inch by inch. Wants to love every part you bare to him, because he's sure he will.

"My ex partner was abusive."

You finally say with a voice that's not entirely yours, and it doesn't feel real. Doesn't feel real to say out loud and letting the words sink in. It's taken all this time of excusing behaviors that were not excusable, trying to make light of a situation that wasn't and blaming yourself for things that you were not to blame for. Jungkook stays silent, but his attention immediately focused on you as soon as you spoke. Eyes slightly wide and mouth starting to open as if to speak himself. But you go on.

"Not physically." you swallow a lump in your throat. "Sometimes he would throw things at me, but they didn't always land. Or... one time he pushed me while we were arguing. Never raised his hand at me though. It was mostly psychological and emotional. He was extremely jealous and possesive. Didn't like me hanging with my friends, would never bring me to hang out with him and his friends. Though I' was cheating on him with anyone. The cashier at the supermarket, a randome dude on the street that simply looked at me. Anyone." tears prickle your eyes, but you'd learned to hold them back.

"He would always get mad at me. Would already wake up angry and take it out on me. Without reason. Would always blame me for everything. He would get mad, insult me, call me any terrible name you can imagine, tell me I wasn't worth shit. That I wasn’t worth living.Then he would punch the wall, or break whatever was in sight. Everytime, I told him I was terrified of him. Would cry in a corner and beg him to stop. Sometimes he would just laugh at me for it." you sniff, still looking straight at the city lights, and trying to keep a composed tone throughout. You had grown up a lot since then, and you knew Jungkook deserved to know you. He deserved to understand.

"Then he would calm down, apologize while he cried and promised he loved me and would change. He never did. It took me a long time to finally walk away, but the demons still haunt me to this day. You," you choke, because comparing your ex to the guy currently sitting next to you was like day and night, like heaven and hell. "You make me feel things I've never felt before. I always felt like asking for respect was asking for too much. And then here you come, like a knight on shining armour ready to sweep me off my feet. It felt like a dream. Still does..."

Jungkook's hands are balled into tight fists, his whole body rigid as he listened to you. His own heart breaking, like he could feel himself inside you and experiencing your own heartbreak. His blood's boiling, jaw so tight and eyes blinking. Pushing down his anger, because this is about you not him, he lets his body relax before sliding your hand in yours.

"I like you so much,_____, it literally kills me at night how much. Not as much as hearing all of this, though. From the moment I saw you, I was whipped. I wanted and still want to give everything I can to see that smile of yours. It's me the one who can't believe you're paying me any attention at all." you're still not looking at him, but he still sighs in relief when your lips quirk up. "Just having you here next to me and letting me take you out on dates is more than enough for me. Whatever you give me, whatever your terms are, I'm content with that. You're healing, and while you do, I'll be right here."

You look at him now, not bothering to hide the tears streaming down your face anymore.

"What if I never heal completely?" there's fear in your voice as your eyes meet his, but just the dark brown in his gaze help you feel secure, less worried about the future and more serene about the now.

"I'll still be here."

It doesn't take long for you to call it love.

Not when Jungkook keeps proving himself to be so different and so special. Not when his gestures never cease to make you feel so special, so worthy of recieving and sharing love. Because Jungkook makes you feel invincible, makes you feel one in a million.

"What to you even see in me? We're like, polar opposites." you ask him one day. And it's true, you are. So different from each other, yet the same. He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head, still holding your hand in your doorstep about to kiss your cheek goodnight.

"I see everything." he simply says, eyes boring into yours in adoration. "I see the sun, and the moon, the stars, the entire galaxy when I'm with you." your heart clenches as he interlaces his fingers with yours. "Before I met you, I felt like I was blind. Like I was lost and was looking for an exit that I couldn't find. But then I saw you, in your little bakery, with your cute dresses and those eyes, and it was like my eyes opened for the first time. Everything made sense. Everything has been filled with so many colors ever sinc-"

You shut him with your lips on top of his, emotions pulling at your heartstrings the same way you pull him down by the neck. He takes a few seconds to respond, but then this hands are dropping to your waist, their warmth immediately spreading through your skin against the chilly night.

"Would you like to come in?" you whisper, breath fanning over his lips. He nods, hurriedly, and he knows he looks like a damn idiot for the hundredth time, but he doesn't care. Because coming in doesn't only mean stepping in your home. Coming in means you're letting him in. Means you trust him, means you want him there, means you're allowing him inside your heart.

Again, Jungkook doesn't expect nor demands much. Your presence is everything he needs. You kissing him is like winning the lottery to him. Like completing a marathon, like climbing the Everest, like getting his first tattoo. Kissing you is sweet, fills him with something strong that makes him feel on drugs, like nothing matters but you and him. Like nothing has ever mattered to neither of you.

So it's you who leads him to your room, it's you who straddles his thighs and pushes his hair back as his hands carress your sides. It's nothing fiery. It's slow, tentative, and full of care. Of lingering touches, low sighs against each other's mouths.

It's you who reaches inside his shirt, hand sneaking past the hem of the fabric and trembling cold fingers coming in contact with firm skin. It's also you who asks for more with a small roll of your hips. It's you who asks him to take his shirt off. It's him who complies. Still tells you you don't have to, you tell him you want to.

It's you who asks him to touch you. He's scared like he's never been, because you're you, and you're so perfect and everything he's ever wanted and suddenly he's afraid of you're too good for him. Jungkook only wants to make you happy, never wants to see you cry, just wants to treat you the way you deserve.

It's you who begs.

It's you who tells him you need him. Need him take care of you, need him to show you much you're worth, need him to help you write a new chapter, probably even a new book where you're both the main characters and nobody else has ever existed. You say it with tears in your eyes, and he's quick to kiss them away, tongue entangling with yours. He's quick to undress you as well, with hands that still ask for permission even after you've granted it already. Hands and lips that are also quick and eager to learn your body, to find every mole in your skin as he lays you back to look at you in admiration. He keeps kissing you. From head to toe, muttering praise, making sure every 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' and 'perfect' that leave his lips stay fire engraved in your being forever.

He first makes you cum with careful fingers and skilled tongue, thighs wrapped aro around his head, eyes still looking for yours as his hands keep your body still and yours crumple the sheets beneath. Tells you how good you taste, how long he's been dying to have you like this. Tells you this you his favourite sight as he kisses his way up.

You beg him again, asking him to please, please, fill you up. He groans against your mouth and he tells you again, you don't have to. He says he's happy like this. Repeats he's in no rush and just wants to please you and make you feel good. That it's about you, and will always be about you. You beg him again, and again and again, enticing him with a trail of wet kisses down his neck, up to his eralobe. You whisper there, tell him you need him to fill you with his cock so bad. His whole body goes rigid as your legs wrap around him, legs pulling him closer to where you want him, his erection grazing your entrance and his teeth nibble your lower lip.

Jungkook doesn't move for a while, eyes closed shut, jaw clenched and head buried in your neck. He doesn't move because his mind is somewhere else keeping him stagnant, pussy wrapping around him so good and wet and tight he's about to bust. Takes a while for him to move, but when he does he makes sure to grip your thighs around him, keeping you close, never wanting to let go as he tells you you were made just for him. Just for him. Tells you how good you feel. He tells you he loves you. Kisses your lips as you sob, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He tells you he loves you. Tells you he'll love you forever and will always keep you safe and happy.

You're crying now, cheeks wet and he stops for a moment to look at you, concern written all over his face as his hands craddle yours, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "We can stop, baby." You shake your head no. Pull him back into another kiss, urging him to go on. You tell him you love this, love him so much. That it's a good thing. That they are happy tears. That you've never been happier. And then his hips start moving again, your words egging him own, soft whimpers and sobs leaving each other's throats until you cum at the same time.

He then removes himself from you, rolling onto your side but he's quick to pull your body close, arms wrapping around you and lips kissing away the wet stains on your cheeks.

It doesn't take long for you to know Jungkook would be the healthy forever and after you had always dreamed of.

#THE FEEELS BRUH #aaaaaa #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #bts #jungkook fic

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sky-gge · 3 years

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Yoongi FicRec

Main FicRec Masterlist

Love Grows Where You Go. // Arrange married!au, angst // @rookiegukie

Ego: Hoe chronicles // College!au, fuckboi!au, light E2L // @suga-kookiemonster

Closed Circuit // Co-worker!au, E2L // @dark-muse-iris

An out of bounds umbrella // College!au, E2L // @yoonsgiggle

Arranged // Chaebol!au, arranged married!au // @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong

Okay, bloomer // Rapper!au, S2L // @luxekook

Pinewood and Poetry // College!au, F2L // @spicykoreantatertots

The Heart Holiday // Office!au, E2L, fake dating!au // @vanaera

Come Home // Ex to lovers!au // @kookiesjoonies

Practice Makes Perfect // Porn star!au // @iq-biased

The Early Shift // Coffeeshop!au, coworker!au, E2L // @hobidreams

When The Stars Align // Fakedating!au, roommate!au // @itskimtaehyung

Ink Petals // Tattooartist!au // @yminie

Mic Drop // Rapper!au, slowburn, pinning, angst // @ve1vetyoongi

Want a Taste? // Shopping mall!au, F2L) // suga-kookiemonster

Witches’ Brew // Witch!au, E2L // @strawbxxymilk

Sweet One // Vampire!au // @peekaboongi

His Hands // Office!au, Coworker!au // @nahfamily

Park’s Girl // Basketplayer!au, College!au, E2L // @moononthejoon

First & Last & Always // Ex!au, Ex2L // @floralseokjin

Heart Haunting // Boyfriend!au, angsttttt // jamaisjoons

Mi-casa // Boyfriend!au // @honeymoonjin

Baby Fever // Doctor!au // honeymoonjin

Self-control // Ceo!au // @btssmutgalore

Ocean Drive // Infidelity!au // btssmutgalore

Min Yoongi, Library Service // Postgrad!au // kpopfanfictrash

Kiwi // Postbreakup!au, College!au, Ex2L // guksheart

Volume // Boyfriend!au // @mintjoonlep

Destruction of A Muse // College!au // @baeseoul

Love is for the birds baby // Tattooartist!au // mininky

Playing With Fire // Fakedating!au // @houseofdemi-blog

Aberattions // @randombtsprincessa

Amour Propre ; Blind Spot // Idol!au, L2E E2L // randombtsprincessa

Accounting Afterglow // Office!au // randombtsprincessa

Brighter Than Fire // Camp counselor!au, E2L // @cupofteaguk

Oh My ! // College!au, F2L // neonlights92

Into My Bones // FWB!au // @inkofyoongi

The Singularity Theory // College!au, S2L // dovechim

Scintilla // Summer camp!au, E2L // inkofyoongi

Wine. // Restaurant!au, Coworker!au // @junghelioseok

Wildest Moment // @joonbird

Does This Make Sense // College!au // floralseokjin

Serendipitous // College!au, Rapper!au // @jamaisvujk

Tsundere // College!au // dovechim

Boy.girl // Roommate!au, FWB!au // floralseokjin

Listen Closely // Office!au // avveh

Settle Down // Roommate!au, E2L // floralseokjin

Makeshift Chemistry // College!au // jungblue

Mixtape // College!au, Podcast // jungblue

Inked // Musician!au, BF!au // minsvga

Lining’s Silver // College!au, E2L // @sketchguk

The Write Ups // Hogwarts!au, E2L // cupofteaguk

Pour Some Sugar on Me // E2L, Baker!au // yoonia

#suga masterlist #yoongi masterlist #ficrec masterlist #kpop masterlist #bts smut #suga smut #yoongi smut #bts fic #bts fiction #bts fanfiction #rec ; eferpe #rec ; eferpe ; suga

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yoon-kooks · 2 years

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fic writer self-rec tag ✨

tagged by @minniesvenus tyty!!💖

✨ How Many ✨ jjk, badboy!jk, tattooartist!reader

it's my newest series, so it best represents my current writing style ✨ Witch Hazel ✨ jjk, fanficwriter!jk, idol!reader

if you've already read how many, you'll find a lot of parallels in this series ✨ Signed in Black ✨ myg, badboy!yg, soulmate!au

it's one of the few completed series on this blog,,, and the most creative/unique concept i've written so far ✨ Little Things ✨ myg, fwb to lovers

i looked through all my oneshots/drabbles, and this is one of my faves from a few years back. a lot of soft yoongi stuff,,, ✨ Pink Thoughts ✨ jjk, vampire!jk, sex in a bathtub

vampire smut bc why not

#fic recs #in other words #i would not recommend reading the stuff i wrote before 2018 #looool #and as much as i love the concepts for witch hazel and signed in black #the writing isnt all that great for them

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jikooksama · 7 years

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Do you happen to know any good fics where yoongi is dominant gets jimin to beg?

I might know a couple of fics ;) Hope this helps!Title: All This Devotion Rushing Out to MeAuthor: fatalRating: ExplicitLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: SmutSummary: jimin falls apart between the strain in his arms and yoongi’s mouth ghosting over his skin.Title: Get Your Mouth Open (You Know You’re Mine)Author: chimminnieRating: ExplicitLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: Smut, FluffSummary: Yoongi took the opportunity to leave a generous amount of wet kisses along the column of his neck, tongue darting out to nip at his Adam’s apple. “That’s not what I meant, Jiminnie,” Yoongi chastised, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. Jimin yelped at the bite, tears burning the corners of his eyes while Yoongi moved his free hand between his legs. “Tell me what I want to hear, baby,” he purred as he palmed Jimin’s erection through his jeans.Title: In Black Ink (My Lust May Still Shine Bright)Author: Untested_WatersRating: ExplicitLength: 5–10k wordsGenre: SmutSummary: It’s another Tuesday morning in the cafe when Jimin first sees him. It takes him off guard, really. It’s not that Jimin stereotypes him or something like that. It’s just…well, their usual crowd is a bunch of hipsters in fake glasses, ordering macchiatos and writing poetry on laptops covered in dorky stickers. Min Yoongi walks into his coffee shop and completely shatters the monotony of his work life. (or, Jimin is extremely turned on by Yoongi’s tattoos and Yoongi thinks Jimin is cute)Title: VenusAuthor: lisk_ahRating: ExplicitLength: 5–10k wordsGenre: Smut, FluffSummary: jimin needs yoongi to touch him and he is all too willing to give him what he wants if he asks for it nicely.Title: The Way I Fuck Him (You’d Think I Love This –)Author: jonghyunslisterineRating: ExplicitLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: SmutSummary: Rival teammates Yoongi and Jimin fuck in the gym after hours.

#yoonmin #yoongi #jimin #cafe!AU #tattooartist!AU #college!AU #enemiestolovers!AU #pwp #ask

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hskrealm · 4 years

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Trick. (m)

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: smut, probably some crack

word count: 4.4k (this was not supposed to be this long)

warnings: piercer!jk, tattooartist!jk, some taehyung in the beginning because i do what i want, oral (f receiving), degradation, dirty talk, pulling jk’s hair, manbun!jk, etc.

summary: you did not come to the tattoo shop that taehyung works at for a clit piercing, but you left with one.

notes: for anon ;)

You hum a tune as you pull open the door to the shop, a small smile on your face as you spot that familiar head of red hair peeking up from behind the front desk.

“Yet again, you always find a way to manage to be unprepared for my appointments.” You playfully scold him, making your way over to the desk and propping your elbows up on top of it.

“Taehyung?” You question, standing on your toes to get a better view of whatever it was that he was doing, when he suddenly shoots up off of the ground with a few different tattoo instruments in hand that you couldn’t even be bothered to try and recognize.

“You’re early, doll.” He does that signature side smirk of his and tosses the tools aside clumsily on the desk. He leans in to place a quick kiss to your forehead, as usual.

“You told me to come at six, right?” You question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Taehyung strides over to the other side of the shop, grabbing his backpack and his keys.

“I did. Is it six yet?” You tilt your head to the side as you pull your phone out of your back pocket, quickly scanning the screen with your eyes.

“It’s almost 6:30, kid.” You tell him, shaking your head in disbelief as you tuck your phone back into your pocket.

“Oh, well, you’re late.” He shrugs, spinning his keys around his pointer finger as he walks toward you. You stand where you are, arms crossed as your eyes trail up his body toward his face.

“You know how I feel about my time being thrown to waste.” He whispers as he stands in front of you, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into his chest.

“You also know that I take a strong dislike to you calling me a kid, ________.” You place your hands on his chest and lightly push him away. Though the two of you were just friends, he had a tendency to mess with you like this.

“I demand respect.” He says, struggling to maintain a serious expression. You laugh at this, and take a seat in the chair at his station.

“Are you about to put your stuff in your car?” You ask, wondering why he gathered all of his things up.

“Yes, and I’m about to leave, too.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“How are you about to leave if I have an appointment-“

“Consider this your punishment for being late.” He shrugs nonchalantly, giving you a half assed wave before heading towards the door.

“What? Is Yoongi here?” If Taehyung was about to leave, then that meant Yoongi was still here. He owned the shop, but he usually left before Tae.

You’d grown quite fond of him as a result of all of the time you’d spent at the shop, so if Taehyung was leaving, then you had no problem going to pay Yoongi a visit instead.

“Nope!” Taehyung calls out over his shoulder, the door already open as he sticks one of his long legs outside.

You stand up, preparing to follow Taehyung out.

“Someone’s there to do your tattoo, doll. He’s in the back.” This was news to you. For the many years that you had known Taehyung, he was the only person to have worked here alongside Yoongi.

“You got a new guy? Who is he?” Taehyung hums, carefully considering how he should introduce the newcomer to you.

“His name is Jungkook. He’s a sweet kid. Doesn’t talk much, but he’s good at what he does. I trust him, because he’s got plenty of experience. You’ll be fine.”

“You know that I only trust—“

“Bye!” Taehyung closes the shop door, the little bell above it ringing a few times afterward.

You huff and make your way to exit as well.

‘Punishment my ass.’ You thought.

“You must be Taehyung’s six o’clock.” You heard a gentle voice from behind you. You quickly turned around after hearing his first few words. Taehyung said he was in the back, but you didn’t expect him to show up so suddenly.

“Did I startle you?” He asks, with a curious tilt of his head. You didn’t trust yourself to speak at the moment, so you nodded instead.

This man was sex on legs.

He had a slim build with a cinched waist to balance his wide shoulders, buff arms that were littered in a few random tattoos, and by the way his shirt clung to his chest, you were safe to assume that he had a chiseled torso as well.

“I heard the bell, so I came out to check if Taehyung left or not. I apologize, ________. It’s ________, right?” You nod again.

“I know that I’m likely not your first choice, but I can promise you that you’ll leave fully satisfied. I’m good at what I do.” He flaunts, somewhat of a cocky smirk on his face.

It looked good on him.

“I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

“So I’ve heard.” You respond, walking a bit closer to him to avoid having to continue talking past an awkwardly large gap.

He discreetly swipes his eyes over your figure as you approach him.

“You’re here for a piercing, yeah?” You hum in confirmation. Jungkook smiles.

“It’s a good thing Taehyung left anyway, then. I’m much better at those than he is.” You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise, immediately taken aback by his bold demeanor.

You could’ve sworn Taehyung said that he doesn’t talk much.

“I’ll take you to the back, unless you’d like to get your piercing done out here.” You shake your head, and insist that Jungkook lead you to the back room.

The walk is uncomfortably silent. You aren’t sure whether you should be looking straight at the manbun resting atop his head, the way his arms flex as he walks, or the way he moved with such confidence with every step he took.

Damn, you were being a creep.

You almost bumped into him as he abruptly stopped in front of a closed door with a sign that read ‘Knock before Entering’ on it.

He opened the door, stepping aside to let you take the lead.

“Hop up on that chair and make yourself comfortable. I’ve got to get a few things together before we get started. Is this your first piercing? You know, aside from your ears?” You plop down stiffly onto the chair, holding your elbows to your sides as you watch him carefully.

“Yeah.” You respond dryly. He enters the room and closes the door behind himself.

“You chose a clit piercing for your first time? Shit, you’re a trooper.” Your eyeballs bulge out of your skull.

“I chose a what?” You lean forward, as if that were going to help you better understand the bullshit that just came out of his mouth.

“Yeah?” Jungkook is confused at your reaction. “Taehyung said that’s what you asked for.” You wildly shake your head in disagreement.

How in the hell did he mistake a belly button piercing for a clit piercing?

“No, no no. That’s definitely not what I asked for.” You are completely alert now.

“Oh, hm.” Jungkook shrugs as he sits down on a stool, which was placed to the right of the chair you were on. He continues to prepare his tools, as if you didn’t say that you were not here for a clit piercing.

“Why are you still messing with that stuff, then?” You question, completely on edge. Jungkook shoots you a bewildered gaze.

“Even if you aren’t getting your clit pierced, any other piercing will require the same materials.” He states, staring blankly at you. You clear your throat and lean back in the chair.

Now you felt like a dumbass.

Jungkook turns back around, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face as he continues to prepare his work station.

You took this time to stare at his hands.

He had finger tattoos.

Fuck.

“You should definitely get a clit piercing though.” He comments nonchalantly, opening up a drawer and pulling some pointy object out of it.

“Excuse me?” You were baffled. Jungkook ignores your outburst, and nods as he slips on a pair of latex gloves.

“I’ve heard that it makes sex much more pleasurable, for both you and your partner.” You scrunch your face up, wondering where this was relevant to the conversation.

“Even if you decide to take your pleasure into your own hands, it’ll feel much better than your regular orgasms.”

“It’s just a suggestion, though.” He shrugs, turning to face you with his tattooed hands neatly tucked away in the gloves.

You kind of wished they were off.

“Alright, where’d you want that piercing?” After his little speech, you were certain that he had unintentionally swayed you into forgetting what you originally came for.

A belly button piercing, right?

“How...painful would it be to get my—would it hurt, is my question.” You asked. Jungkook raised both of his eyebrows, surprised at your sudden interest in the topic when you were ready to lose your shit over it just a few moments ago.

He leans his elbow against the counter, propping his head up on his hand as he thinks about it.

“I’ve only given a few, since people don’t really come in for them, but it’s a slight pinch. It’s a needle going through your most sensitive area, so it’s not going to feel nice.” He comments.

“Unless you’re into that, I mean. In that case—“

“Nope, nah, not into that.” You quickly shut the idea down, causing him to laugh.

“Why’d you say people don’t come in for them? Are they not common?”

“They’re more common than you’d think, actually. Clit piercings are only confirmed by appointments, so you can’t just walk in like you would for a tattoo. Most women come in for the consultation, and then they don’t come back.” His fingers fidget inside of the gloves.

“Why’s that?” You would have to apologize to him later for asking all of these questions.

“They probably think that the actual clitoris is getting pierced.” You open your mouth to ask him another question, but he beats you to the chase.

“It’s not.” Oh.

“It’s the clitoral hood.” You hum. That sounded much less painful.

“Literal clit piercings are a thing, but it’s too much of a risk. We don’t offer those here.” You felt a bit better about the idea of it now.

You were literally about to sit here and change your entire plan because of a cute tattooed man.

Then again, you were already here. You know for a fact that you would never come back purposefully to get a clit piercing.

Er, a clitoral hood piercing.

On the bright side, if you didn’t like it, you could take it out. So, was there really any harm in it?

There was one thing you didn’t know, though.

“How long is the healing period?” You ask. Jungkook purses his lips.

“About eight weeks, give or take a few.” Damn, well, there was that.

“Let’s do it.” You smile.

What the hell is wrong with you?

“Really?” Jungkook smiles lazily, and you nod, still a bit unsure, but ready to go for it regardless.

“I do have to give you an unofficial check up before I can determine if this piercing is right for you, though. Slide your pants off for me. Panties too, please.” He pulls the gloves down his wrist. You were frozen in shock.

For what, though? Did you think he was going to pierce you through your fucking pants?

Jungkook waves his hand in front of your face to try and catch your attention. Nothing.

“Would you rather me do it?”

“I got it, I got it.” You hurriedly say, your fingers rushing to the button on your jeans.

You pop it open, and Jungkook respectfully turns away to give you your privacy.

You get down to your zipper, and everything runs smoothly until it gets caught.

‘No, not now. Not right now.’ You tell yourself, trying every possible method to get it free. You try to zip it up and zip it back down, see if any material is caught on it, but nothing works.

Jungkook sees you flailing around out of the corner of his eye and slowly turns his head toward you, stifling a laugh at your frustration.

“Would you like some help?” He offers. You turn to face him, like a deer caught in headlights. A faint blush rises to your cheeks.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” You respond quietly.

He rolls over to you in the small stool he’s sat on, placing his hands on the top part of your pants to have something to hold onto as he grips the zipper between his fingers.

He tries to simply pull it down, but when that fails, he applies a bit more pressure, yanking the zipper so hard that you jolt a bit in the chair.

“Shit, I’m sorry, but it’s really caught in there….” He tries once more to simply pull the zipper, but he too grows frustrated and grips your thigh, his large hand clamped around it as he jerks the zipper with so much force that it breaks.

Your jeans pop open, your black lace panties staring Jungkook right in his face.

You were so thankful that you finally folded your laundry.

“Oh, fuck.” He immediately says, holding the thing between his fingers as he shoots you an unreadable look.

You, on the other hand, were trying to make up any valid excuse to determine why his hand was still on your thigh.

“Oh, uh,” He removes his hands from you and throws the zipper away. You have to stop yourself from making any noise that would show your disappointment at the lack of touch.

“Let’s just—get your pants off and toss them aside.” He grumbles, his voice considerably lower than it was a few minutes ago.

You oblige, sliding your jeans and underwear down in one go, allowing them to pool at your ankles before you take a glance over at Jungkook.

“Is this okay?” You ask, your hands covering your womanhood. Jungkook shakes his head.

“Off, completely.” You gulp, shakily kicking the fabric off of your feet and letting it fall. He catches your jeans before they hit the ground, folding them neatly and sitting them on a table in the corner of the room.

Jungkook rolls his chair around to face you, resting his hands gently on your bare legs. You shiver as he makes contact with your skin through the gloves.

“I’ll make this as quick as possible so it’s a comfortable process for you.” He eyes your hands as you use them to cover yourself, trying to decide what the best method is for you to loosen up a bit.

He taps the side of your leg with his hand twice, somewhat of a knowing smile on his face as he senses your weariness.

“Relax, ________. You have nothing to be afraid of.” You lift your head up to make eye contact with him, slowly lifting your hands as your legs open the smallest bit.

Jungkook gently spreads them further with his own hands, eyeing you intently as he does so.

It looked sexual to you, but you knew that he was probably looking at you like that just in case you decided to stop him.

You allowed Jungkook to spread your legs as wide as he needed in order to successfully complete his study of your anatomy.

You were spread wide in front of this gorgeous man, and you couldn’t have been more nervous. Any other stressful moment in your life didn’t compare to what was happening right now.

“Pull your legs up to your chest for me.” He orders carefully, his hands on your knees as he gently coaxes you to pull your legs up further.

“Shit.” He catches a glimpse of your folds through his peripheral vision, although he covers up his little slip up with a fake coughing fit.

“What was that?” You asked, worried that he might’ve needed you to do something different.

Jungkook shakes his head and waves his hand in a frenzy, as if to silently dismiss your question.

“Nothing, it’s perfect—I, you’re perfect. Stay just like that.” He swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bulge. It makes your legs twitch, and Jungkook takes notes of this.

“I’m going to start now, okay?” He warns you, bringing himself closer to you as his hands slowly slip between your legs.

You bite down on your tongue as he lightly runs his fingers between your folds. You almost catch yourself sliding your hips towards his hand before you come to your senses.

He was barely even touching you, just ghosting his fingers over your folds as he inspected whatever he needed to.

“Yeah, you’re perfectly okay to get this piercing.” Jungkook asks, shifting around in his chair as his pants had gotten uncomfortably tight.

“When was the last time you saw a gynecologist?” He asks, as he continues to examine your glistening folds. He knew that it wasn’t necessary, and all he had to do was take a quick look to see if you were eligible to receive the piercing, but he couldn’t help himself.

Jungkook thought your pussy was perfect on its own, but to imagine it with a piercing through it? He could cum in his pants.

God, you just looked so good.

“Last month.” You comment, breaking him out of his trance, watching the way his face changes as he continues to stare between your legs.

He licks his lips, and you immediately clench in response, Jungkook’s gaze shifting to you in an instant as his fingers stutter over your mound.

“Last month what?” He says, letting his fingers linger a little too long around your clit.

“You asked me when I last went to go see a gynecologist.” You say, your voice caught in your throat as Jungkook quickly retreats his hand back to his side.

“I did?” Jungkook was swooning. You nod confusedly.

“I’ve got to get this thing done now.” He tells you, although he was talking mostly to himself. He gathers his tools in his hands, your eyes widening at the size of the needle in his fingers.

You instinctively close your legs as he circles closer to you once more, and he places his arm between them to cut your movement short.

“You want this piercing, don’t you?” He asks, voice low and gravelly. You nod, and he nudges your legs open.

“Keep yourself spread, and don’t wiggle around like that. It’ll hurt more if you do.” You close your eyes and toss your head backward against the chair as you feel his fingers dancing along your clitoral hood.

“Slight pinch, okay?” Jungkook grabs the needle, and even though your eyes aren’t open, you can almost feel it hovering over your body.

“Take a deep breath, and we’ll go on three.” You inhale slowly, your chest rising, as Jungkook begins his countdown.

“1…” He grazes the needle over your skin, and you twitch in the chair, your hands gripping the armrests for dear life.

“2!” He says, pressing the needle through your skin. Your eyes shoot open on contact and you squeal. Your legs do close against Jungkook’s warnings, but he forces his upper body between them to stop you from shutting them completely.

He slides the piece of jewelry through the small hole he’d just created, and you bite back a cry as he twists it around to make it sit more pleasantly.

“There, see?” He cleans up the small mess he’s created and disposes of his materials, the gloves following suit.

He instantly pulls his hair out of its bun, sliding the hair tie onto his wrists as he runs his fingers through his scalp.

“Where the fuck was three?” You scold him, as he reaches for a mirror off of the desk to hand to you.

“I never count to three. Take a look.” You grab the mirror from him and position it between your legs. This had to be one of the most awkward things you’d ever done in your life, but the piercing looked amazing.

You shifted a bit in the chair, the cool metal of it rubbing right against your clit.

You choke out a moan, regretting it as soon as you do.

“I’m so sorry, I just didn’t expect that to feel—feel the way it did.” You force the mirror back into his hands and hurry to get out of the chair, but a strike or soreness hits you right between your legs, and you’re right back on that chair where you started.

“I should’ve told you about the side effects, I suppose.” He watches in amusement as you struggle to even close your legs due to the new pressure applied to your clit.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, his jaw clenched as he examines your lower half while you try to contemplate whether or not you should get up again.

“That bad, huh?” He leans forward, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he places his elbows on his knees.

You shoot him a quick glance. God, he looked so good.

“Yeah, that bad.” You groan, deciding to just ask him if he would go grab your clothes for you.

“I know a trick or two that could get rid of the soreness.” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Really?” He nods slowly, standing and tucking his hands into his pockets.

What? Tell me, and I’ll really owe you one.”

“The first is taking pain killers, and going without underwear whenever you can.” You nod, taking note of his words.

He leans over to whisper into your ear, and you jolt at the close proximity.

“The second is letting me fuck you with my tongue.” He whispers, smirking at your cute little gasp in reaction to his words.

“I don’t get it.”

Oh, you definitely got it.

You understood him loud and clear, but you weren’t sure if you could handle an orgasm right now. The overstimulation would send you through the roof.

“Consider it an apology for breaking your zipper, and your appointment will be free of charge since I was a bit underprepared.” He walks to stand in front of you, and you quickly close your legs, ignoring the burn it takes to do so.

“What’s the catch?” You definitely weren’t going to say no to this offer. How could you?

“This is a bit of an informal setting, so, how about you let me take you out sometime? You know, properly.” You smile.

Today had taken a weird turn of events, but it worked in your favor.

“Sure, sounds nice.” You chuckle.

“Good. Now show me what I want to see, ________.” He retaliates, roughly tugging at your hips to pull you onto the edge of the chair, your ass hanging off of it as he holds you firmly in both of his hands.

��You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He pushes your legs apart, and you mistakenly spread yourself wider for him.

Jungkook immediately lands three harsh slaps onto your freshly pierced clit. You cry out, clawing at the chair. You could feel the material ripping under your nails.

Tears pool in your eyes. Sure, it was painful, but it felt so good.

“Holy shit.” You blurt, your legs already shaking. He rolls his eyes.

“You didn't think it would be easy, would you?” You can sense Jungkook’s resentment, as a sadistic smile toys on his face. You laugh nervously.

“I didn’t—fuck!” He lightly rubs his fingers over your clit. He was barely applying any pressure, yet you were thrashing around wildly. Your legs threatened to close around his head, but Jungkook had much more strength than you, so it was easy for him to position you how he wanted.

“Is your little pussy sensitive?” He feigned caring for you, widening his doe eyes as he noticed the tears in yours.

“Very, please.” You whine, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“That’s too fucking bad. You’re vulnerable, and you’re mine, baby.” He hooks your leg over his shoulder, gripping your hands off of the chair and slinging them into his hair.

“Pull my fucking hair.” He orders, lowering his face down to your cunt. You gather his locks in your hands and yank them, a bit harsher than you intended to, but this only seemed to spur Jungkook on.

“Fuck, it feels so good when you do that.” He growls against you as he takes your clit into his mouth, the piercing pressing against his tongue lightly. You moan weakly, your eyes screwed shut as he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub and flicks his tongue ferociously against it.

“That’s so good, Jungkook.” You praise him, one of your hands coming up to tangle in your own hair as he mumbles and moans against your pussy.

“I knew I could turn you into a desperate whore for me. Look at you, chasing my tongue with your hips.” He tsks, although he takes pride in degrading you like this. He enjoyed the way your body trembled after every word he spoke.

“Ask me if you can cum.” He throws one of his arms over your stomach, the other pushing your thighs apart as he slips his tongue inside of your warmth, aiming right for the spot that made you twitch in ecstasy.

“Please, shit, I’m so close. Please don’t make me wait.” You beg.

Jungkook is relentless with his tongue.

He slides it right underneath your clit and begins to flick upward, pushing the metal against the bud with every twist of his tongue.

“Cum, then.” He says, as he grazes his teeth across your clit with the lightest touch.

This was the last straw for you, and your back shoots off of the chair as you pull Jungkook’s head further between your legs, wanting to savor every moment of your orgasm before letting go.

He pulls away from you first, leaning over to thread his fingers through your hair. He presses his lips against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. This sends a shiver down your spine.

Jungkook lets you go, before throwing his hair back up into a messy bun.

“I don’t care that I broke your zipper, actually. Your pants have a button.”

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Just a flower? (Jungkook Tattooartist!au)

Summary: “Something small...a flower?”

Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )

A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!

“You're such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you've never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”

"Leave me alone!" You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. "You're supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life." Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn't get off your case about your so called 'innocence'.

"I'm just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!" She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.

Do something spontaneous she says, you've done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.

You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink.

“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.

Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.

“That's it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.

“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.

“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I'm gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.

“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this....” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.

“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here.

“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous.

“You're my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must've remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don't you?” He finally put his finger on it.

“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.

“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.

“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.”

“It was good by the way...” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you're looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”

“Um, I don't really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”

“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?”

“I think so...”

“Let me show you some work I've done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn't concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”

“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren't even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.

“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.

“It's beautiful...really, really beautiful. You're very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.

“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You'd look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.

“Appointments? More than one?”

“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it'll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You'll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.

You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”

“Ok, I'll see you then.”

With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit.

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?

“Jungkook? Hi- no, it's not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn't notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn't make out what it was.

“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.

“That's a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn't trying to be.

“Thank you...um your tattoos, they're really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite...it's relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.

“Oh, yeah it's...relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess...”

“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I'll give you full credit it's just too good not to be used.”

“Sure, I don't mind, keep it. But it really isn't that good, It's just a flower...” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work. “Shoot, I have to go, I'm gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond.

After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this...” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion.

“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.

“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It's really happening...

“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I like it...” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.

“So, you just take off your top and bra and I'll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest.

“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?”

“Ready as I'll ever be...” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.

“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.

“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big.

“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.

“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Don't be nervous baby girl, it's not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren't prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop. I can't do it...” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it's ok, don't cry...do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could've told me, I would've drawn you something different-”

“No, it's not that...I-I Just don't know what I'm doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn't have a clue where this was coming from.

“I'm sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don't wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help...” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine...” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you.

“If it's not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.

“Of course it's not you. It's me.” You deadpanned.

“You? I don't understand-”

“I'm not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don't go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there's not much to me...I've never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can't...” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be telling you this...I should go...” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.

“No, you shouldn't.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me...My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok...”

A few weeks went by and you can say you've never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he'd steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he'd come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You'd rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that first appointment. He said he wasn't bothered by it but you knew he'd like it if you'd eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you'd both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He'd ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.

Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook

8:27

morning

good morning angel

morning lovely

r u still sleeping ?

9:03

hey are u alive bby?

heyy

9:05

if you r alv can u come by

can u come by the shop???

I'm coming to your room window with a rock if you don't respond in 2 mins

“Huh..” You sighed.

It’s a saturday...dont make me go anywhr

pleaseee it wont tak long

fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.

You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in.

“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must've been good.

“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.

“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?...” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?...”

“Yeah, I got it done yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips.

“Jungkook, that’s really sweet...” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.

“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt...you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.

“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you...”

“Ok, fine.”

“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren't a panicking mess, you trusted him.

“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn't gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.

“A flower?...” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?

“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I'd-”

“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I'm glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”

You nodded. “it's perfect.”

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