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Warm kisses woke the young boy up. His light brown hair was a mess. His protruded hair looked quit funny. Incandescent shined the morning sun in the white room.

Birds sang their melody outside and the tall male sat up. With his pale hand rubbed Jeon over his pale face with the pinkish lips. "Good morning." smiled a boy. He showed his white teeth and his brown eyes were closed.

"Ah. Good morning brother."

A smile appeared on Jeon's pinkish lips. He loved when his little brother woke him up. His small hands laid on his cheeks and he smiled. His brother was just 10 years old and that is why Jungkook wanted to do everything. He wanted to protect his brother from the beast called 'Park Jimin'.

"Kookie? Do you make tattoos today?" asked his brother and slid nervously on Jeon's legs. His body still covered with the white blanket that smelled like flowers.

"Yes I have to work today. Sorry brother. I can't play today with you." Sadness and disappointment adorned the countenance from the younger boy. His head hung low and he gave his older brother a short nod.

"Hey. Don't be sad okay. I won't stay long at work so we can play together." cheered Jeon his brother up. He looked up to him. The light green t-shirt shined in the warm sunlight. "Is this a promise?" asked the little brother from Jeon.

"Yes it is."

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise!"

The younger boy jumped from the large bed and threw his hands in the air. A big smile adorned his small lips and he looked in a happy way to his brother. "The first at the breakfast table gets the last pice of the cake!." giggled Jeon's little brother and ran downstairs.

"You ah-!" shouted Jungkook and sprung up. Jeon ran after him but his little brother was fast enough. A big smile covered his lips and he looked at his older brother.

"We can share!"

The tattooist breathed out and gave his brother a short nod. The bright smile on the lips from his brother made him smile as well. The sun shined in the dinner room from the family. Jungkook still lived there. "Good morning mum." smiled the brown haired boy and gave his mother a short kiss on her forehead.

The white curtain danced slowly in the wind. Green leaves from the tree rustled in the summer breeze. "Your brother told me that you'll play later with him." smiled the short woman and looked at his tall son.

"Yes. I will."

Jeon smiled as he spoke his words out. He loved his brother more than himself. He and the rest of his family was the light in his life. They made his dark days to happy days filled with harmony and love.

This applies to his friends also. These two things brighten up his mood and life. Jeon always said to himself that the didn't need a girlfriend.

"I'm happy that you'll play again with your little brother. He missed that." the mother of the two boys spoke and laid her hand against Jeon's pink cheeks.

The brown haired boy relished the touch from his mother. He closed his eyes and listened to the melody from the nature. The time stopped for this moment in Jungkook's life.

"I love you mom."

"We love you too."

As Jeon opened his eyes, he saw his mother smiling and clear tears rolled her cheeks down. With his warm hands Jeon whipped the liquid away.

"Shh please mom. Don't cry. There is no reason why you should shed your sumptuous tears for nothing. Everything is okay." spoke Jeon in his soft voice and rubbed the back from his mother.

"I know but I'm just a happy mother from two amazing and lovely kids."

The smile on Jeon's lips went wider and he laughed softly. "I know. I'm happy too to have such a nice and caring mother." he hugged his mother and tried to calm her down from crying. "Come mom. You have to eat something. Today I'll eat with you together." smiled the owner from a tattoo shop.

Both of them sat down on their chairs and began to eat the breakfast that the mother made. Every morning she hoped that her oldest son came down for breakfast but he never came since he opened his own little tattoo studio. He always said a short 'morning' to his family and rushed in hurry out of the their flat.

But today was a lucky day for the mother.

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Deep growls escaped the lips from the man as he looked at the young male. His hair was styled perfectly and Jeon gulped as he saw the man standing in front of the studio for tattoos. "You're late Jeon!" nagged the tall man and looked at him with a glare.

"I was waiting for hours here! Where were you?" growled the man in his deep voice. A shiver ran Jeon's back down. "I-I had to do something." stuttered the shy male and grabbed the cold sliver keys.

A noise from the shop door was to here as the tattooist opened his studio. "You know that I had a appointment in the early morning so why didn't you come Jeon?" hissed the tall male with dyed blue hair.

"I-I overslept. I'm still young and need my sleep Sir." tried Jeon. It was an obvious liar. "Tsk! I'll belive your words for this one time. Be happy that I'm so gentle instead of beating you up!" growled the man and take of his leather jacket.

Jeon gave him a short nod and rushed in a small room. His hands grabbed after his working clothes and he changed into them. Jeon didn't know what was wrong with him.

His head hurt bad and actually he was a cold heartless tattooist. But he didn't act like that but what was the thing for that? The question was stuck in his heads but the brown haired tattooist didn't got an answer.

Both of them looked around the small shop. Many colors and books laid on some wooden shelves. One paint bottle glittered a little bit and the liquid in it looked strange for the man.

"Jeon are you a girl or why do you have glitter here?" asked the male and laughed about the bottle. Some gold was in it too but it looked at the same time fascinating. It was a real eye catcher in the shop.

"Ah! Don't touch that! This is no tattoo paint. My brother gave this to me as I opened the shop." A smile covered the pinkish lips from Jeon Jungkook. Memories started to play in his head, he remembered that day and the present from his brother was sacred to him.

His feet carried him to the waiting customer after the man laid down on the black cot. He switched on some lights and gave the man short smile.

"I'm really sorry that I'm late Sir. Can I make a offer for you? Would you like to have a tea or something like that?" asked the brown haired boy polite.

"Tsk. I don't want any tea." spoke the man.

Suddenly a grin appeared on his lips and his hand embraced Jeon's arm. "Hey what are you-" The tattooist couldn't speak his sentence until the end.

"I think that I want you as a little snack." grinned the man and sat up. The eyes from the young male went wide.

"Oh hell no!" yelled the young male and freed his arm from the hard grip. "You are here for a tattoo Sir. I don't sell my body for disgusting males like you." shouted Jeon and after that he realized what he just shouted at his customer he laid his hand over his mouth and looked in a shocked way.

The silent took over the shop. Only silent breezes was to hear from outside.

"Did you just shouted at me and insulted me?" asked the man and his anger was rising. His voice quaked. "I'm here because you're the only one who does good tattoos instead of some other people but I didn't know that you're such a nasty kid."

Jeon tried not to gulp and glared at the man. "I don't need any horny people here. Then get out. Not far away from here is another tattoo shop. Some girls work there and maybe you can talk to them instead of me." growled Jeon know.

The way how the older male spoke to him disgusted him. "And now get out!" yelled Jungkook and he pointed with his finger at the shop door.

Again the studio was silent.

Both of the males glared at each other but the man didn't move from his place instead he smirked. "Tsk! Did you really think that I'll just go?" asked the customer the shop owner.

Loud footsteps went closer to the boy while Jeon moved away from the man. "Sir. Please go now. I'm not in the mood to talk about that." said Jeon in a cold tone and clicked with his tongue.

"Oh really? I don't want to talk too. Instead you'll yell my name pleasure."

The wind outside swept through the empty street. At day time wasn't the dangerous and 'illegal' quarter from the city Seoul really full with people. A gasp escaped Jeon's lips as his back hit the wall from his shop. "Sir. Leave now!" yelled Jungkook as the man was to near by him.

His fear was rising and adrenaline-fulled ran the brown haired male away from the customer after he kicked him in the stomach. The only safe place was the small storeroom and Jeon tried to reach that but his customer wasn't stupid.

A strong hand gripped his arm and pushed him with all the strength against the wooden counter. "Don't touch me!" growled Jeon as he heard a deep laugh from the man. "You're so annoying Jeon."said the voice behind him. "I'm gonna call the police!"

The laughter went louder and drowned the loud wind from outside. "This would be a stupid idea."  The man was right.

If Jeon would call the police the they would also know about his illegal tattoo studio. Jeon gnashed his teeth in frustration and anger. He gulped as he felt a hand was discovering his body.

Every single time he tried to escape from the strong grip but the man was really strong and knew how to hold a human in his grip.

"Let me go!" cried the young male out as he noticed that there is no escape. Clear thick tears rolled down the soft cheeks from him. Only a loud disgusting laughter came from the customer. The wind howled like an angry wolf while Jeon tried to escape again and again.

His strength waned and he took a deep breath. A small whimper escaped his lips as he felt a pair of rough lips on his sensitive neck. He shook his head and tried to escape but again it was only waist of strength.

"We'll have some fun now."

Jeon's breathing went faster and he tried to do everything to escape the hands from the other male. In his eyes were this guy a monster. "N-no. Don't touch me." tried it Jeon again but his body felt limp. He shut his eyes and listened to the wind breezes.

"Believe me. You'll love it." spoke the customer from his shop before he laughed again and crossed the arms from Jeon behind his back. Jungkook hissed as a wave of pain hit him.

He was to limp and dead tired to fight against the strong blue haired man. "This will be so nice." spoke the Korean boy to himself while he pulled the clothes from the brown haired tattooist down.

Silent mumbling came from the younger boy as he opened his eyes. Tears rolled down from his eyes to the end from his cheeks. The clear liquid dropped down from his chin. "B-be gentle." whimpered the tattoo artist and gulped loud. His vision went blurry and he tried to look at the clock in the room. A sad smile covered his lips and Jeon let his tears falling down.

He reminded himself about the promise he made today his brother. Later he promised that he'll be early home. Right after this appointment. But he can't be there. Bitter sobs came from Jungkook and his nails dug into his flesh.

"I'm sorry brother that I can't play with you."

"I'm a bad brother."

The sobs went louder as Jeon noticed that he couldn't escape the man. It was horrible for the young boy. He never thought that something like this will happen to him.

but the customer only grinned.

Jungkook tried to scream for help but the man was faster than Jungkook thought. The dirty hand from the man covered his mouth and Jeon's screams were quite now.

There was no hope for the young boy anymore.

He thought so.

"Your body is so nice Jeon. I didn't noticed that before." smirked the male person with the dyed blue hair. His voice was disgusting in Jeon's ears. It was like a nightmare to him.

Heavy breezes blew through the empty streets. Only silent cat noises came from the street in the illegal quarter from Seoul. "L-let me go!" cried Jeon out and was in panic for the first time in his life. He was scared about what was coming.

"No. Of course not. We'll have some fun now." spoke the man again and licked over his dry lips.

A loud sound came from the door and both of the persons in the shop turned around in shook. Black messy hair laid on the head from the person and a big smirk covered his lips. His lips were bleeding and it looked like that he had a fight before.

"If you gonna touch him again then I'll kill you."

"J-jimin."

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a/n:

new sad chapter

I tried my best to make this kind of sad and aestethic.

but I failed :')

Your opinion? ☁🌱

love ya

-bunny