You can't help your knee-jerk reaction to the pain.

When the prick of the needle stabs into your skin, your automatic motion is to screech and thrash away from the source of the hurt, throwing out your elbow in the process.

It meets something solid.

"Holy freaking heck!"

There's a crash following the shout as Jungkook abruptly slides away from you, tattoo gun forgotten in one hand as the other clutches his right eye. Expletives start pouring out of his mouth, and he keels over in pain.

"Oh my goodness!" Guilt swamping you, you swing your legs over the side of the chair, reaching out to him. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"Don't. Touch. Me." His disgruntled glare makes your hand immediately move back toward your body.

Okay, so maybe your reaction was a tad overkill , but you have a very low pain tolerance. It was an accident - that doesn't merit his attitude.

Put off by his once-again rude reply to your apology, you sit back and simply watch as he tenderly feels around his eye.

"Crap," the black-haired man sighs as his fingers dance around his skin. "That's gonna bruise."

You're about to apologize again, hoping for a better response, when the sound of a door slamming somewhere in the building makes you pause. Who on earth is opening or closing the door loud enough for you to hear all the way back here?

A second later, loud, crashing footsteps pound through the hallway, growing progressively in volume as they near the back room you're located in. 

The door almost caves in with the force of a body flying through it, and the next thing you know, you're staring at a slender orange-headed man poised in the doorway, panting in exertion and raising what appears to be a golf club over his shoulder in a threatening position.

His full lips have remained un-pierced, but each of the sweet hollows of his cheeks are studded by a single silver ball. His face is cute and innocent, an abrupt contrast to the overall mischievousness glinting in his eyes. His ears, however, are totally full of every type of piercing you could get there. Rings line the upsweeping shell of his ear, and the tragus is pierced as well. A familiar cross tattoo is on the upper curve of his cheek.

"What is it, Kookie?!" the man cries, gaze vigorously scanning the room. "Who hurt my baby? Who do I need to kill?"

His tank top reveals a tattoo of a cluster of flowers creeping up the side of his neck. You can't help but notice a few obvious similarities between his tattoo and yours, but they're also different enough to not worry you about the originality of your own tattoo.

You stare at him with wide eyes, not making any sudden movements in case Jungkook decides to throw you under the bus.

Nostrils flared, the man takes in the scene of Jungkook covering his eyes with one hand and you, sitting on the edge of the recliner with your pants around your knees.

"Jimin hyung," Jungkook groans, throwing his head back in misery. "I'm fine. Everyone's fine. I'm an adult."

The man, Jimin, scrambles over to Jungkook and takes his chin in between his fingers. Tilting the black-haired man's jaw back and forth as he worriedly inspects his eye, Jimin glances back at you.

"Who are you?" he growls protectively. "Did you try to come on to my boyfriend?" He turns back to your tattoo artist while you gape in shock. "Did she do this to you?"

Well, there's one reason it didn't bother Jungkook when you had to undress.

He bats for the other team.

Huh. You never would've expected.

"Where did you even get a golf club? And don't you have to work?" Jungkook sighs as he avoids Jimin's worries fingers, pushing the slender man away.

"I'm on break," replies Jimin with a sly grin. "Just think on the bright side of this, Jungkookie. You'll look freaking hot with a black eye."

Looking at your face and seeing your forced expression of politeness (you're still in shock), Jungkook rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers at you, ignoring the statement of his orange-haired partner.

"You can't flail around like I'm electrocuting you," he says. "You have to stay still."

Obviously.

Jimin casually leans on the golf club and scans the stencil printed down the side of your leg. His eyes, which were cutely squinted in suspicion, suddenly grow three times larger.

With a gasp, Jimin slides on his feet and braces his hands on either side of you on the chair, leaning down to look at your thigh.

He curses, and looks up at you with a grin.

What the heck?

"Welcome to the family!" Jimin cheers. His hands grasp either side of your face, and he plants a smacking kiss on your forehead with his soft, full lips.

"What-" you start to screech, trying to slap him away, but you're cut off when he continues on to kiss both of your cheeks. He draws back and, for the grand finale, plants his lips on yours.

You're totally, completely, 100% frozen.

This guys is legitimately kissing you right now.

A stranger. Kissing you.

What...

You push away the crazy man and scream a little, wiping the warmth of his lips off of yours. "What the frickity frack are you doing?!"

He ignores you, instead moving on to trap Jungkook in a smothering hug.

"When did you two start dating, Kook?" Jimin hollers in joys, orange bangs falling into his eyes. "You didn't tell me that you found her!"

"Dating?" you cut in. "We are not dating! We just met this morning! And I thought you were gay?!"

"She's a customer, hyung," Jungkook sighs, voice muffled by Jimin's leech-like embrace as he totally ignores you. "Hoseok hyung put my sketch up on the wall again, and she picked it. He told me to give it to her anyways."

At that, Jimin draws back from the younger man and peers down at him in confusion.

"Hobi told you to give it to her?" he muses, surprise creeping into his tone. "I guess that she's meant to have it then. But I'm sorry. You've been saving that sketch forever."

"I know." When Jungkook's shoulders slump, you actually feel bad.

You aren't sure what they're taking about, or why this tattoo means so much to him, but you're obviously not the person he was saving it for. You gently rub at the marker lines on your skin, biting your lip.

Should you back out?

After a moment of silence where you contemplate this, Jungkook shakes his head as if clearing away his thoughts and rolls his chair back to you.

"Jimin hyung, I'm working," he says matter-of-factly, eyes obviously telling the older man to beat it.

Jimin hums in confirmation. "And I'll help. Because if this beautiful, single young lady-" he pauses mid-sentence to throw you a quick wink, "-doesn't have someone to hold her hand while she's getting worked on, she might turn your pretty face to oatmeal." Piece said, he grabs a stool and drags it beside your bed, plopping his cute butt down on it.

An unholy sound of pure frustration is torn out of Jungkook's throat, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he roughly pushes at your calf to get you laying down again. "Let's just get this over with."

Following his instructions, you return to your previous position. This time when the needle touches down, you work really hard to hold back your wince. You dig your fingernails into the arm of the chair to distract yourself, but that only lasts for a second before a warm hand is sliding into yours, intertwining with your fingers.

A gorgeous face looms over you, and Jimin smiles down. "Hi," he says in a voice as delicate as the sound of bells. "We haven't officially met. I'm Park Jimin."

He squeezes your hand.

Leaning in, Jimin lets his beautiful lips hover close to your ear so his breath brushes you warmly.  The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and his words are shocking enough to force your mind from the hurt of the needle.

"Sorry for kissing you earlier. It was a misunderstanding. But, if you wanted...I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime."

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