[A/N]
Go read the chapter before this first if you haven't. Double update

"If you'll excuse me for a moment," you mumble, turning woodenly for the door, mind blown. "I'm just going to go throw myself off the nearest cliff. Have a nice day."

"No no no! After." Hoseok intercepts you easily, steering you by the shoulders back towards your ultimate doom. "You can jump off a cliff after the pictures. That way your death won't be for nothing."

"Hey!" you protest, but stop when you hear a snicker of amusement from a certain black-headed, tatted-up, probably-criminal idiot.

Oh.

Oh, no.

This is not okay. Your brain is still trying to process the fact that you're going to share a tattoo with this moron for the rest of your life.

Why did nobody say anything before you got the freaking matching pattern carved into your skin?

A blast of feral anger hits you out of nowhere and you're about ready to claw his pretty black eyes right out of the bruised socket.

Speaking of that black eye?

Yeah.

Zero regrets.

In fact, you should've kicked him in the crotch while you were at it.

Jungkook returns your fierce glare with every bit of strength you've thrown into it.

However, pushing your anger to a back corner of your mind, you force yourself back to the subject at hand.

You can kill him later.

"Okay, so when you say 'connecting'," you scrunch your fingers up in air quotations, "-what exactly do you mean?"

Hoseok, busy gathering supplies, doesn't stop to answer your question. Instead, he strides off down the hall with a camera in one hand and a case in the other, leaving you to scramble after him in search of a response.

At least he does respond.

"Jungkook," Hoseok says as you walk at a quick pace. "Could you take your shirt off to show Y/N?"

Take his-

Take his shirt off?!

Before your freak out comes to it's full manifestation, the black-headed Korean god that followed the two of you down the hall reaches for the hem of his sweater.

No you don't think you can take th-

But it's too late.

Jungkook's already peeled the sweater halfway up his ridiculously toned body, revealing with each inch of the lifting maroon material a body that you should bow down and worship.

The tiny waist, the six pack abs, the elegant collarbone; Jungkook has it all.

And every. Freaking. Inch. Is covered in ink.

Lick him. Do it now.

"What the heck," you say to yourself, zombie-like and still staring at the man in front of you.. "My mind is literally turning against me. Where's that cliff when I need it?"

Not to mention the cluster of flowers connected by a twisting vine that's working it's way down his right side, beginning at his ribs and ending in a curve at his hip bone.

Perfectly ending where yours begins.

If you stand in front of him, facing him, your tattoos will line up to form one almost seamless line down the length of your bodies.

The ultimate couple tattoo, tattooed on people who aren't a couple.

What have you done?

Finally, after what seems like years of lustful torture, Jungkook's head pops out of the top of his sweater, revealing his face. When he sees your expression, one black eyebrow arches arrogantly.

"I know I'm pretty," he mocks. "You don't have to stare."

Heck to the no. You can't deal with this right now, with him.

Must. Attack.

But, like a heavenly angel, a warm arm hooks with yours and prevents your full-on assault of the man in front of you.

"Surprise," Jimin squeaks. "The secret is out. You and Jungkook are all matchy-matchy." He pushes you along at a faster pace, urging you through a doorway behind Hoseok.

This room is much bigger than Jungkook's, including a small stage surrounded by mirrors on the other side of the chair in order for customers to view the results before getting bandaged up.

"This is where we're taking pictures?"
you groan. "I don't want to see myself once, much less six times."

"Sorry, friend, but this is the best place," Hoseok mumbles.

He fiddles with the camera, pausing to glance up at you and Jungkook, who's looming behind you.

"Y/N, sorry to ask this, but could you take your jeans all the way off? It be easier..." He trails off, biting at his full lower lip. "If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to."

"Yeah, princess. Are you uncomfortable?" Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest a lifts his chin, a challenge in his eyes. The look pings a nerve in you and you grit your teeth.

He's driving you crazy. You utterly refuse to wilt under his gaze, and you shove away any thought of embarrassment as you let your fingers drop to the button of your jeans.

You hold his gaze. As you peel the fabric of your jeans off of your legs, you keep your eyes locked with Jeon Jungkook's without wavering or backing down.

In the end, when your pants are pooled around your ankles and the cool air is raising goose bumps along the bare skin of your legs, you have to work with every ounce of mental strength you have to keep your hands at your sides instead of covering your panties.

A low whistle splits the air behind you. Whipping around, you shoot a glare at Jimin and Jin, who're blatantly admitting the length of your legs.

Pervs.

"Come on, lets get this over with," you grouch, hopping up onto the stage with your left side facing out to showcase the ink on your thigh. Jungkook follows your example. He stands in front of you so the tattoo down his right side correlates with yours, leaving a decent space in between your bodies.

"Really?" Hoseok huffs. His almond-shaped eyes crease in exasperated amusement. "You guys have connecting tattoos. Connecting.
You're gonna have to get closer to each other than that."

Grimacing, you give Jungkook a cautious glance and sidle closer to him, avoiding anything that could count as physical contact.

You're still almost vibrating with anger.

"No," Hoseok hisses. "Closer."

Jungkook takes a milistep towards you.

"Closer."

Holy crap, Hoseok, give us a break. You inch forward.

The annoyingly persistent man with the camera groans. "Noo, you have to make your tattoos connect! Get closer! Like, like-"

"Like this?"

There's space between you and Jungkook; and then there isn't. His large, masculine hand slams around the back of your hips and forces you to stumble forward.

Directly into his bare chest.

Your hands fly out and land agains his warm, solid muscle to balance you out. The doe-eyed idiot keeps the back of your shirt grasped in a tight fist, holding you to him tightly even as you struggle to get away.

"What are you doing?" you hiss, pushing at him. His skin is practically burning into your fingertips, the warmth sending tingles streaking out to all parts of your body. "Jungkook, let me go!"

While Hoseok crows about perfection in the background, Jungkook allows his black eyes to meet yours, only inches away.

Your breath stalls in your chest.

Those eyes of his...they do something to you.

The second they're on you, it's like some kind of magical spell has been cast, muddling your mind and body and soul so you don't even know what to think anymore. The only reactions you're capable of are base instincts.

Anger.

Wariness.

Heat.

"Stop wiggling around so much, princess," he murmurs. One of his hands finds its way to the top of your hip, tracing lightly over the design there without looking, as if he has it memorized.

"Let go," you whisper, glaring. You swat lightly at his hand on your hip, but the man refuses to react.

If anything, he holds on tighter.

"Hold still," Jungkook says darkly. His tongue flicks out, glancing across a lip ring. "If you don't, the designs won't line up."

Then, as if you're simply a toy for him to push around however he wants, Jungkook takes the liberty to let his hand slide down.

Down.

Down to skim over your hip and the pattern on your thigh, then twisting around the back of your knee and pulling, until your legs are intertwined and overlapping and his tattoo meets perfectly with yours to form one perfected design.

"Whoa," Hoseok gasps, clicking feverishly away on the camera. "Hold it right there. That's stunning."

Two hums of agreement echo from Jimin and Jin, but you can't look.

You're trapped.

Stuck inside the black eyes of Jeon Jungkook, unable to move as the two of you sink into each other's stares.

Is this what a deer feels like when it's facing down the burning headlights of an oncoming vehicle?

It must be.

Facing something head-on that's blinding and bright and infinitely more dangerous than you; this must be what that deer feels for a split second before it's smashed into sausage on the road.

It's stupid to be stuck here, and you know that.

But, at the same time, you understand why that deer doesn't instantly run for the forest and spare it's life.

You get it.

It's too beautiful to leave.

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