"Jungkook," Hoseok mumbles, peering into the camera lens and shifting the focus slightly. "Move your arm out of the way. You're covering your tattoo."

With a long suffering sigh, Jungkook lifts his arm and drapes it over your shoulder, letting his hand hang loosely across your back.

"Better?" he asks, to which Hoseok holds up an okay sign. It's only been about ten minutes since you started taking pictures, but you're already tired of it.

Why is something like this taking so long?

Hoseok is obviously a perfectionist. He's fiddled with the lighting and shadows, changed the angle of your embrace three times, and keeps on scampering over to fix Jungkook's jeans, which are slowly but surely edging down to show his underwear.

The awkward positioning that you and Jungkook are hovering in makes your back ache from arching forward, and you keep shifting your weight from leg to leg in an attempt to avoid resting on his thigh to relive your back.

Said tattoo artist, on the other hand, looks unfazed for the most part. Other than the initial deep eye contact between the two of you, you've been avoiding meeting the other's gaze. It's obvious that you and Jungkook are trying your best to ignore the obvious physical attraction electrified by distinct dislike.

Do you like Jungkook as a person?

No.

If you happened to stumble upon him with no shirt on and big warm doe eyes gazing down at you, would you jump his bones?

Absolutely.

That, all in itself, is making you even more irritated with him.

Jungkook seems torn between amusement and orneriness at your situation. He keeps on rotating through bouts of mocking teasing and piercing glares, making your head spin.

Does he want to make fun of you or chunk you out the window? You can't decide.

"Almost done guys," Hoseok says distractedly. "Just a little longer. Jungkook, could you-"

"Got it." He removes his arm from your shoulder and hooks a finger in his belt loop, hiking up his pants. When he returns to the pervious position, Jungkook allows his fingers to capture a strand of your hair.

He twirls it around his long fingers lightly.

Since that action feels like an effort to draw your attention, you keep your eyes fixedly pointed at Hoseok, staring the camera down to avoid the man with his arms around you.

"Hey," Jungkook says. "Y/N."

Nope. No person on the planet has ever felt the same amount of intensity that is shooting out of your eyes and into the camera lens. You don't want to look at him.

You don't want to want him.

"Hey," he says again. There's a spark of a raspy growl in his voice, showcasing his irritation. He pulls a little harder on your hair. "Don't ignore me."

"You're a hoe," you mumble under your breath, wincing at his hand pressing down harder on the small of your back so you tilt toward him.

"I heard that," says the black-headed man. "And I'm not a hoe. You're a hoe."

"I'm not the one who draws on naked lady parts for a living. You're the hoe," you respond, still with rocket-laser focus on Hoseok and the camera.

Over to the side, you hear Jin's off-handed whisper to Jimin. "Why do they look like they're about to explode? Is there some kind of history here that I don't know about?"

A muffled laugh comes from Jimin. "She gave him a black eye. Her gave her a matching tattoo. No deep history, just a lot of bad and awkward situations."

"Huh," Jin mutters.

"If you're going to talk about us, you could always be more subtle," Jungkook drawls with a glance at the two gossips in the corner.

Jimin smirks, and Jin sends the two of you an outright grin of mischief.

When Jungkook sighs, the warmth of his breath brushes your face. You shiver and wince at the hot sensations it sends through you.

He notices. "What? Are you getting too cold in those little silk panties?"

"No," you shoot back immediately. "You're breathing on me. I don't want to catch stupidity; I heard it's contagious.

Jungkook's wide, beautiful eyes narrow into a glare. You feel his fingers slip down your hip and hook under the strap of your underwear, pulling the stretchy fabric back like a slingshot and releasing it to pop against your bare skin.

Ouch.

"Watch it, before I sue you for sexual harassment," you hiss at Jungkook, ignoring the fact that he keeps his hand sitting low on your hip. Ignoring the tiny sparks of electricity zooming through your skin.

"As if you would, little miss perfect," Jungkook scoffs. He bares his pearly teeth in an animal-like grin, which makes your blood start to boil in your veins.

What is it about him that makes you so freaking mad? There's just something in the arrogant tilt in his mouth, the cocky arch of one pitch-black eyebrow, that makes you so angry that you could take on King Kong and Godzilla simultaneously.

You want to punch a hole in the wall of his prefect white teeth just as much as you want to tackle him and have your way with him.

What the heck has this man done to you?

With a final shutter and click, Hoseok removes the camera from his beautiful face and presents the two of you with a satisfied grin.

"Alright, friends, that's all. We're Gucci," he says cheerfully.

Immediately after his words, you and Jungkook shove away from each other, you reaching for your pants as he reaches for his shirt. As you do, leaning away from each other, your hips clash together.

His big body is solid and heavy, in other words, unmovable. The collision doesn't even budge him, your weight being nowhere heavy enough to send him wheeling off balance.

You, however, are a different story.

The momentum of his heavy body slamming into your side, combined with the fact that you're already bent over and slightly off-balance, doesn't end well.

You shriek and stumble forward, pitching off of the tiny stage and landing with a grunt of pain on your side. Dull hurt rumbles through your thigh and hip bone, making you wince.

Crap. That's gonna bruise.

Leveling yourself up in your arms, you glance around the room to see the men each restraining from laughter. Hoseok, with one hand cupped over his mouth to hold back giggles, points with the other to something behind you.

You glance over your shoulder and gasp.

Jungkook's face is inches from your own, smirking and arrogantly handsome. One long, slender finger comes up and points indicatively to the ring of bruises around his eye. He grins.

"That," he says, "-is called karma."

Then he stands up, looming over you like a mountainous, victorious monument of idiocy.

Oh. Oh.

If you were a volcano, you would have exploded in that very second, splattering hot lava all over Jeon Jungkook's face and burning him to a crisp.

But, you are not a volcano.

So you take an alternate route.

Expressionless and clam, you gently reach out and grasp the bottom hem of Jungkook's jeans.

Then you pull down with all your might.

His pants fall faster than an asteroid hurtling through space, pooling at his ankles and getting stuck on his boots.

Exposing his Little Einsteins-printed boxers.

Raucous laughter explodes from behind you where Jin. Jimin, and Hoseok are dying on the floor, laughing to the point of tears.

You don't laugh. No, you simply stare up into Jungkook's eyes, communicating without words.

Take that, you hoe.

Are you childish and petty?

Heck yes, and proud of it.

That red flush that's currently racing across Jungkook's cheeks is the best reward you could've asked for, on top of the fact that you've finally figured him out.

Jungkook tries to act all big and tough, like he doesn't care, but in reality he's just like everyone else. He can't hide his embarrassment under all those tattoos, no matter how hard he tries.

He can't hide that he's human, and that he's more sensitive than he lets on.

And, judging by the expression on his face, he's more angry than you thought he would be.

But before Jungkook can carry out his mass murder plans and send you, Jimin, Jin, and, Hoseok to your graves, the door slams open and a tall, slender figure marches in.

You don't know him, but he's yet another point added the the hotness ranking of BB's.

Cool and masculine, this man gives off an aura of complete control. His handsome, angular face is drilled into a mask of intense focus as he stalks forward, a serious-faced Yoongi following behind him.

The newcomer's full lips, which almost rival the thickness of Jimin's, are pierced on the bottom, a single ring marking the perfect center of his lip. He's taller than Jin even, and his hair is a light brown that's styled in a whir off of his forehead. He's in a long trench-coat styled jacket, hands shoved in the pockets.

"Namjoon," Jin says, immediately rising from his seat upon seeing him. "You're not supposed to be back yet."

"Hyung," the other man replies respectfully, bowing his head to his older friend. "It wasn't in the plan." Namjoon's eyes scan the room, landing on your and hovering.

You flush. This man seems so put together and perfect, while you're crouched in the floor without pants in front of an almost-naked Jungkook.

Namjoon's eyes flicker up to him, and Jungkook grins sheepishly.

"Hey, hyung," he mumbles, hastily pulling his pants back up and reaching for his shirt.

"Jungkook, Jimin," Yoongi says deeply. His cigarette is nowhere to be found, and his eyes hold no hint of the playful spark that's usually there. "You two come with me. Hoseok, watch the shop while we're gone. Wait for Taehyung to get back."

Like a tiny militia of soldiers, every man in the room straightens and sobers, pinning Namjoon and Yoongi with their serious gazes.

You feel uneasy and out of place as you hesitantly pull your pants on and stand, hovering awkwardly.

"What happened?" Jin asks deeply, gracefully approaching Namjoon. Namjoon's eyes glance at you again, observing and recording.

"There were complications that need correcting," he says deeply, voice smooth and warm like silk.

Hoseok notices his hesitance as he speaks, seeming to suddenly realize that you're still here.

"Oh, Y/N," he says hurriedly. The lean man jogs over to you and takes you by the shoulder, starting to push you out of the room. "Thanks so much for your help, but my break's over. I think you should go."

You think you should too. Something's going on here, but you don't want to know. You don't want to get pulled into this world again.

This visit has only confirmed what you thought before; this needs to be the last you see any of these men. They're too much trouble than they're worth.

Hoseok leads you back to the front, but grabs your arm as you start to walk out the door.

"Wait, here," he mutters. He runs behind the counter, flicking his nose ring in and out in concentration as he messes with something on the computer.

A printer flickers to kid on the desk, spitting out a couple of glossy squares.

Hoseok grabs them and returns to you, pushing them into your hand.

"The final product from today," he informs you with a soft smile. "It was really nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope your new start goes well."

In his smile, you see good wishes and an apology for pushing you out.

Also, a goodbye.

You and he both know that you won't be coming back to the shop again.

"Thanks for being so kind, Hoseok," you reply gently. "See you around."

Then you turn and walk out of that beautiful glass door, leaving behind that world of smoke and ink and darkness, and Hoseok waving you goodbye.

You feel it in your gut that you won't ever return here.

This is goodbye forever.

[A/N]
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Wow that was so long, but I hope you enjoyed ❤️
Here's a sketch of how the tattoos are lined up :)