That wall looked like a good thing to bang your head against. You sighed, seeing that Yoongi was overworking himself on getting the cue ball to a position where the opponents couldn't easily get. You appreciate the effort but even from here, you could see it.

"Don't overthink it." You said. "Keep it simple."

Yoongi nodded and focused once more. Then he took a shot. And of course, it wasn't the one you were looking at. But he looked so proud that he thought he got the cue ball in the right spot. So, you won't say anything. For today only.

One of the guys went and he almost made the cue ball get into a difficult position. The keyword being: almost. You went up to the table and easily spotted your next target. Getting into your regular position, you knocked the stick against the cue ball and in turn, it knocked against the wall. Then in a triangle shape went to a striped ball and made it into the middle pocket. Then there was nowhere else for you to make a useful shot. So you took a random one to throw off where your opponent was trying to make.

You straightened up and watched as the other guy try to figure where he could go. "That was cool." Yoongi said to you.

"Thanks." You smiled at him. "Now rule number three..."

"Why are there so many rules?" Yoongi shot you a doubtful look. "I don't think there's that many rules."

You playfully glared at him. "Well, they're my rules and they haven't failed me yet."

"Huh." Yoongi was slightly unimpressed. "And here I thought they were well known rules."

"Hush." You silenced him. "My rules are better than whatever other rules there are. Now let me explain rule three. Keep it simple. Don't try to overthink things then you don't see the easy way."

Yoongi stared at you for a moment. "Wow. That was deep."

You shot him a look. "Is that all you got?" He shrugged as his only answer and he went up next.

His dark eyes scanned the table. Just one more striped ball for you two and two for your opponents. Yoongi took his position and you never noticed it before but his sleeve had ridden up and you could clealy see his tattoo.

Of a word. Which you were terribly confused about. Meow meow? You thought. Honestly, you were expecting something dangerous. A skull or snake or something like that.

You didn't even take notice of him taking his shot. He straightened up and frowned. "Can I ask why your tattoo says meow meow?" You asked out of curiosity.

He froze and his cheeks flushed with pink. "It was a bet and dare!"

You raised an eyebrow and laughed. "It sounds so cute! I love it!

He grumbled under his breath as you were up next. Despite the laughter, you still made in the lone shot. Now all that was left was the eight ball. You saw a perfect opportunity to sink it. The eight ball was near the southeast pocket and it was a clear shot to the northwest one.

You got into position and took it. It rolled all the way in a straight line and it cranked once it went in. Congratulating the two guys for a good game, they left.

"It says 'Lil Meow Meow.'" Yoongi muttered.

Small laughter escaped your lips. "What was the bet and dare?"

Yoongi sighed and seemed to reminiscence a far away time. "Alright. We were drunk and in college." He started.

"Honestly, that explains everything." You admitted, cringing to one memory where you made a fool of yourself when you were drunk in freshman year. It was time of exploring and getting out of control of your overbearing parents.

"Yeah." Yoongi smiled. "We all decided to get tattoos and the person would chose the place where to get it. My dumbass thought fifty dollars was great."

He unrolled his sleeve more to reveal the full sentence. "I shouldn't have let Hongbin pick the spot."

You tilted your head a bit, hearing the new name. "A long time friend?"

"Yes." A devious smile came onto his face. "You should ask Seokjin to show you his."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "No way!" You exclaimed, definitely not believing him. "Seokjin has a tattoo?!"

"He does." Yoongi snickered to himself. "Ask him yourself if you don't believe me."

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And you were so going to.

A grin was on your face the whole, the moment you started driving to the bar on Friday night. You parked the car and headed inside. You spotted your target and made a beeline.

"Hey." Seokjin greeted you with a smile. "Want a random drink again?"

"Just a club soda for today." You answered. You watched him as he quickly made it and slid it over to you. Hey, you weren't going to surprise him when you asked him. You didn't want him to spill your drink everywhere.

You sipped on your non-alcoholic drink for a bit. "So," you dragged it on. "A little birdie told me that you have a secret tattoo."

Seokjin almost dropped the glass he was wiping down. "Did Yoongi tell you we got tattoos on the bet?" He set tbe glass down.

"Maybe? Maybe not?" You shrugged like you didn't know anything.

The bartender sighed. "Well I guess I do."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "I didn't think you would like tattoos." He gave you a glare. "Is it somewhere embarrassing?"

"No." Seokjin let out a sigh. "It's on my hip." He patted his right hip.

"Let me guess what it is." You thought about it. "Why am I feeling that it's something like um..."

Seokjin averted his gaze. "All it says, 'WWH.'"

"WWH?" You repeated, trying to think what it meant.

Finally, the Shark came over with a grin. "Are you going to let her figure out what it means?"

Seokjin nodded. "Yep. Now excuse me, I have customers." He left to the other side of the bar.

"C'mon partner." Yoongi grabbed your wrist. "We're playing."

You held your drink in the other hand, trying to figure out what it was. "But what does WWH mean?!" And sadly, Yoongi wasn't going to tell you at all. Not even a hint.