Taehyung shifted uneasily in his bed. He was sleepy and tired. He didn't feel like getting up, but he allowed his lazy eyelids to finally lift to reveal charcoal-dark irises. He blinked a few times, staring blankly at the ceiling, when suddenly memories of the previous evening crept into his still sleepy mind. His heart started to beat hard, he sprang up almost abruptly to sit up and looked around, hoping that what happened yesterday was not a dream, and the man that had fallen asleep by his side was still here.

To his disappointment, however, the place next to him was empty.

What happened yesterday was still so unreal he could have sworn it was only a beautiful dream. Jeongguk, saying all those words about being jealous.

Jeongguk falling asleep in his arms...

Instinctively he stretched out his hand and stroked the sheet in the place where the brunet's body should be. He could have sworn he could still feel the warmth of his body under his fingertips. He glanced at the nightstand, where he had prepared an aspirin for him and a glass of orange juice in case he woke up with a hangover and noticed that the pills were gone and the juice glass was empty.

He smiled gently.

The least that he could do for him. Although he would lie to say that he had no hope that when he awoke, Jeongguk would still be here. When he took him to his bed and wrapped his arms around him, the boy fell asleep quite quickly. As a result, he spent the night with him. Brunet slept like a stone. Probably all the emotions from the previous day and the alcohol he had drunk did their job, but he couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Perhaps he was afraid that if he did, Jeongguk would disappear. He held him in his arms practically all night, and was almost one hundred percent sure that even when he fell asleep, his arms still framed his athletic figure. He could still smell his faint scent on him now, and he wished so much that he was still here.

He would be lying, saying that he didn't want to wake up holding him tightly in a tight hug, although he expected that as the percentages evaporated from his body, the dark-haired man would deny whatever his drunk lips had dared to say the day before. He couldn't help it, but he felt disappointment crawling under his tattooed skin. Resigned, he threw himself on the bed, lying on his back and growled in frustration, slapping his fisted hands against the dark sheet.

He closed his eyes, hiding them behind his lids, and for a moment breathed deeply to even his breathing. As he tried to draw air into his compressed lungs once again, he suddenly felt something strange. He sat up again and looked around in confusion.

Have his senses decided to mock him?

He breathed again, inhaling the scent he smelled through his nose.

There must be something wrong with him.

He dropped his bare feet on the cold panels and got out of bed, feeling his heart begin to beat more forcefully. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and quickly fluffed his red, tousled hair with his hand, then cautiously started toward the door.

The greater the distance he traveled, the more he became convinced that his senses did not deceive him so much, and with each step his heart began to beat faster. By the time he reached the end of the corridor and could peek into the living room and the open kitchen, the sound of a melodious humming reached his ears, and his lips almost automatically formed a beautiful arch.

When he covered the entire distance of the corridor, and he saw the living room with the kitchen, he noticed something that made his - already strong beating heart - beating twice as hard.

Jeongguk was standing in his kitchen. The boy was still wearing his black sweatshirt and sweatpants. His dark, jet black hair was in total disarray, which made him seem younger. He had headphones in his ears, and his body moved to the rhythm only he heard, as did the soft raspberry lips that hummed the lyrics. His voice was beautiful, sensual. Taehyung thought that if someone told him that the brunet was some kind of K-pop star in hiding, he might believe it. His voice was extremely melodic, it soothed the senses like honey. Brunet sounded like an angel who had just descended from heaven.

Unable to help himself, he leaned against the wall and for a moment simply watched him with impunity. He wanted to remember this moment for a long time. He watched him, holding his breath, as if he was afraid that when he let the air out of his lungs, Jeongguk would only turn into a dream and vanish, leaving behind a void that no one else could fill.

The dark-haired boy clearly decided to make them breakfast, because he was standing by the induction hob with the pan in his hand. Judging by the smell he had smelled a moment ago, he was making pancakes for them. There were already a few fried pancakes on the table on the plate, and he saw freshly brewed coffee in the pot on the table.

Taehyung bit his lower lip. The sight was so wonderful that he wanted to see it every day. He was not interested in the fact that Jeongguk seemed still a bit sleepy, that his hair was disheveled and his body was adorned with the most ordinary sweatshirt from a cheap chain store, not a branded piece of clothing from the latest collection of some world designer. He liked it just like that. It was Jeongguk who made everything beautiful. He did not need expensive clothes, branded watches, fancy cars or a thick wallet. All he had to do was curl his soft lips into that lovely smile that lit his chocolate irises with a million stars.

Brunet took the frying pan off the induction hob and turned towards him to put the pancake on one of the plates placed on the table. He probably saw him out of the corner of his eye, because he quickly lifted his head and looked directly at him. Taehyung could have sworn that for a few seconds the corners of his mouth curved upward. The boy quickly put the pan on the empty place and with a quick movement of his hand pulled out one of his headphones, then looked at him again.

"Hey," he said, a bit embarrassed. "I hope it wasn't me that woke you..." he added quickly. "I wanted to make you breakfast."

The tattoo artist pushed his body off the wall and started toward him, slipping his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. He moved silently, nimbly like a wild cat. Jeongguk noticed that he was still wearing the clothes he had slept in, his feet bare and his hair slightly tousled, but he still looked fantastic.

"I should be making you breakfast, Naughty Boy. You are my guest," Kim replied as he approached him.

His voice was slightly sleepy, which made it seem even lower, marked with a sexy hoarseness that made Jeongguk feel hot on his cheeks. He drank a lot yesterday and woke up with a headache in the morning, but he remembered all the events of the day before, in particular their scuffle in the ring and what had happened immediately afterwards.

"I wanted to thank you," Gguk explained, looking away.

He didn't even know why, but he felt intimidated by Tae. Perhaps it was something about his posture, the way he moved, his sexy voice or his intense gaze. Or perhaps it was because the previous evening he had confessed that he was jealous of him, that he didn't want the man to be with anyone else. He himself did not quite know what he expected from him, and he realized that his desires were ridiculous. He could not forbid him from seeing others, because that was his whim. They were not in any formal relationship, but he could no longer deny what he felt. It was driving him insane.

The tattoo artist did not stop until they were only a few dozen centimeters apart and sat down in the chair at the table. His dark eyes, however, closely followed the brunet, who went back to frying to do anything other than looking at him. He turned his back to him as if he were afraid of confrontation. He didn't know what to say or what to do after what he had done in the ring and what he confessed to him at night. He didn't know how to act when he still remembered how bloody excited he had been over what had happened between them in the ring, and how he would then please himself, thinking about him...

"And I wanted to apologize to you..." he added with difficulty, feeling that he is getting strangely hot.

He did not know, however, that at these words, Taehyung felt strangely nervous. He was convinced that if the boy remembered everything that happened yesterday, he would withdraw from everything in a moment and go back to where he started. He wanted to do or say something to persuade him not to, but he didn't know what, so he just asked one short question that barely passed through his clenched throat.

"What to apologize to me for?" he asked.

Jeongguk was silent for a moment. He grabbed the pancake spatula and turned the pie over, then leaned his hip against the kitchen cupboard and finally dared to look at the tattoo artist. His gaze was as intense as ever, making his heart speed up involuntarily against his ribs.

"Mainly for spoiling your yesterday evening..." he said uncertainly.

He knew his words weren't entirely sincere. He had no regrets that thanks to his intrusion, Taehyung told Minho to go. He knew it was very selfish, but it was true. Still, he felt stupid that he had spoiled his plans and possibly something he had hoped for and wanted.

"Because of me, Minho..."

"Gguk, we both know Minho is just a rebound," Tae said, cutting him off. "After our conversation at the club... After you told me that I should meet him..."

"Yeah, I..." Jeon began, then sank a hand into his soft curls, brushing them back. "I'm in a relationship and it's not just my girlfriend, I... I proposed to her. And two weeks ago, I was sure I wanted it... I don't know what's happening to me. Why..." He broke off, not knowing what to say or how. "I don't know why I feel like this when I'm with you..." he finally confessed.

"I know that it is not easy and maybe what I said in the ring..."

"That's true," Jeon said, then turned his back to him and grabbed the frying pan again.

Without looking at him, he took off the pancake and tossed it on the plate. He didn't dare to look at him, but he felt he had to get it out, or he would go crazy. Taehyung was the only one he could talk to about it.

"Everything you said then was true. I was jealous of him. I know this is ridiculous and I have no right to feel that way, but I didn't want you to be with him. I don't know why I feel this way, but when I thought about you spending the night with him... I was furious. So damn furious..."

"Is that why you attacked me?" the tattoo artist asked, even though he knew the answer.

Jeongguk turned to him and smiled apologetically. He had a really beautiful smile.

"About this... I'm sorry. I really don't know what got into me... I hope I didn't hurt you..."

"Relax," the tattoo artist replied, and instinctively grabbed his stomach, where the strongest of the blows landed. "I have to admit, my male pride suffered a bit... but that's because you took me by surprise," he replied, laughing softly. "We have to do a rematch."

Jeongguk huffed gently under his breath, his teeth biting his lower lip involuntarily as he tried to hold back a smile.

"If it comforts you... You looked like a pro when you wrapped your hands," he teased.

At his words, the tattoo artist rose from his seat and stood in a boxing position with his knees slightly bent, simultaneously raising his hands to his throat, and began to balance his body, shifting his weight from leg to leg. Seeing this, Jeongguk raised his right eyebrow, and a loud, melodious laugh escaped his lips, filling the kitchen with its lovely sound.

"What are you doing?" he asked, amused.

"I'm showing you a taste of our fight," the tattoo artist said, and delivered a few swift blows to his imaginary opponent. "Look how fast I am. Look!"

"You're such a jerk, you know?" Jeongguk replied, laughing out loud. "You'd better sit down and eat your pancakes before you hurt yourself," he joked, pointing to the plate he had prepared for him.

"You say that because you are scared of my cat's movements," saying that, Taehyung obediently sat down in the place indicated.

"Oh yeah, I'm scared," Jeon admitted, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

He poured the coffee he had made into the mugs, then went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk and poured it over the coffee. He knew Taehyung preferred coffee with milk. When he reached out for sugar to put a spoon in it, he smiled to himself. How is it possible that he didn't even have to ask to know what coffee he was drinking? Usually he didn't have a head for such things, but with him, he would remember every little detail. As he sat back down in his seat, he saw that the tattoo artist was already eating his first pancake. While preparing breakfast for them, he sliced ​​bananas and strawberries. Taehyung rolled up a pancake and bit into a soft cake while purring softly.

"Oh, Jesus! Don't you want to live here permanently?" he asked, his mouth still full.

The redhead ate with his lips arranged in a Little pout as if he were still a little boy. It was fucking cute.

"Could I have given you an orgasm without taking off your clothes?" Jeon asked, teasing him and eating his pancake.

"Hmmm... I'm not sure if it's more of a pancake or Nutella."

"Sure it's a pancake," Jeongguk snorted. "The pancake does all the work."

"I'm not quite sure," the tattoo artist teased.

Jeongguk held out his pancake towards him.

"Come on! Give it a try!" he recommended.

Taehyung smiled, but nevertheless, he leaned towards the boy's hand and grabbed a piece of his pancake with his teeth. The pie was perfect, just the way he loved it, but he wanted to mess with him a bit. He couldn't just admit that he was right.

"And?"

"I don't know, I don't know..." That said, he bit into his own pancake again, filled with Nutella and bananas.

The chocolate cream stained his lower lip, and Jeongguk instinctively stretched out his hand and scooped up the cream with his thumb, then slipped it into his mouth. Doing exactly what Tae once did when they ate a cake together. He didn't know why, but he wanted to see if the Nutella collected from his lips would taste just as good.

It tasted much better.

Taehyung stared at him for a moment, enchanted. He wanted to bend down again, but this time instead of a pancake, his teeth gripping his lower lip. He wanted to bite it hard, tearing a loud moan out of his mouth, and then drinking it from his lips, kissing him tenderly.

The taste of his lips would be a real orgasm for the senses.

Still, he only bit into his pancake again, trying to distract his dark irises from those delicious raspberry lips. He looked at the plate, trying not to look at the brunet, although he was almost one hundred percent sure that the boy was watching him closely.

"Tae," Jeongguk began suddenly.

His voice was a bit shaky, oddly trembling. Taehyung looked at him reflexively. Brunet put his bitten pancake on the plate and looked at it for a moment in complete silence.

"Did what you told me yesterday about... self-control..."

Brunet felt that with each word his pulse quickened. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked that. Maybe it would be easier to pretend that the words Taehyung had said in the ring never left his beautiful lips, but he couldn't forget them. Not when his words reflected what he himself felt. When every moment spent with him became a constant struggle between what he wanted and what he should do.

He should stay away from him, he knew it well, but at the same time some strange force drew him more and more. The more he stayed with him, the more he saw how much he and Lisa had grown apart. He didn't even know when it happened. Or perhaps they were never close. Perhaps he only wished it to be so, and that desire blinded his true judgment? Perhaps you had to be in a relationship with the wrong person to see what you really want? But why did he feel that this desire might save or destroy him?

"Is what you told me about self-control true?" he asked in a much more confident voice.

He had to know. Whatever it was.

The tattoo artist took ate what he had in his mouth to the end, then let the silence fill the room, broken only by their restless breaths. He pressed his tattooed fingers into the red locks and ran slowly over them, revealing for a moment his smooth forehead and dark eyes.

"I told you once that I never lie," he said finally, looking him straight in the eye. "I didn't mean to put you in an awkward position," he added quickly, as if afraid he might have said too much.

Sometimes he was convinced that Jeongguk felt the same as he did. And in a moment he had the impression that all this was happening only in his head, that he just lost himself and the boy didn't care. It felt like he was riding some damned roller coaster that he couldn't stop.

"I don't know, maybe it's all only in my head..."

"It's not just you, Tae," Jeongguk interjected, placing his hand on the tattoo artist's which was placed on the table in front of him.

Taehyung looked at their hands instinctively, then turned his in such a way that he could interlock his fingers with him, and Jeongguk put their hands together, stroking the back of his hand with his thumb.

"I don't know what it is, but I can feel it too... Even though I shouldn't. And I don't know what to do with it," he finally confessed, filling the silence with his trembling, melodious voice.

He was still staring at their clasped hands and stroking his inked latte macchiato skin with his thumb. Their hands fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. With Taehyung, everything seemed exactly as it should be. They were so different and at the same time fit together perfectly, as if they were two puzzles of the same puzzle that had finally found each other.

"Me and Lisa have been together for so long. I do not want to make rash decisions when I do not know what is happening to me," the brunet continued, playing gently with the fingers of the tattoo artist's hand.

"I know it's complicated," Tae agreed. "And don't think that I expect you to make up your mind in one day. I don't want you to do something you'll regret later."

"I need time to calmly think things through. It happens so fast... Two weeks ago, I was ready to spend the rest of my life with her, and now... I don't know what to do."

"I understand," the redhead agreed. "I'm not going to lie to you that it's not damn frustrating to be so close and yet so damn far..." That said, the tattoo artist grabbed a strand of his dark hair in his fingers and gently wrapped it around his finger, then inhaled loudly the air to the lungs. "There is something in you..."

"If on Friday in the club I would have said not to go with Minho..." he began hesitantly.

"I would stay with you," the tattoo artist replied confidently, though Jeongguk did not dare to ask aloud. "And if you only wanted... I'd take you here."

"And what about Lisa?" he asked, pronouncing her name with difficulty.

"If you ask me if it doesn't bother me that you have someone... The answer is simple. Sure it bothers me. I don't want to share you with anyone... But I also understand that it's not an easy decision at all. When my relationship with Jiwon was going through a crisis after Jae's birth, I didn't know what to do either. I've learned that sometimes you have to let go, for ourselves. It is not always worth fighting at all costs. Me and Jiwon... it was never written."

"I need time to sort things out," Jeongguk admitted.

"I think you must learn to fight for yourself first. To do what you want, not what others expect. Once you learn it, you'll know what you want to do with your life and only then will you truly begin to live."

"I envy you this..." Jeon said suddenly.

"What?" asked the tattoo artist, not knowing what the brunet might mean.

"That you are so brave, free..."

"You'll also be like that when I'm finished with you," the tattoo artist joked, then put his hand under his chin and gently tickled him with his fingertips, and the brunet laughed involuntarily.

"I'm going to talk to my father today," he said after a moment, becoming serious.

He didn't know why, but he was always nervous close to him. Now, just thinking about their conversation, he felt bile rise to his throat. For as long as he can remember, he has tried to meet his expectations and has never been good enough. Everything was easy for Seokjin, and he always had to bent over backwards to get even a little closer to his unsurpassed prototype.

"And what are you going to tell him?"

Jeongguk was silent for a moment, as if wondering what he should do, then slowly shifted his gaze to the tattoo artist's face. His eyes weren't so sleepy anymore, but they were filled with concern. It was something he had not seen in a long time. He hasn't felt like anyone really cared for him in a long time. Except maybe Yerim, who treated him as if he were her younger brother, not Seokjin's.

"What should I tell him?" he asked, even though he didn't expect an answer. He shrugged his arms. "I can't tell him that I will not take over the family business, which is one of the most successful companies in all of Korea and brings millions of profits, because ten years after the accident, I finally managed to draw three miserable drawings," he said, laughing bitterly.

Taehyung frowned his perfect eyebrows, then got up without a word from the table and disappeared for a moment into his bedroom. Jeongguk was a bit confused. He didn't know why the tattoo artist reacted like that, or what he was going to do. But when the red-haired man returned to the living room after a while and approached him, crumpled pages in his hand, his heart nearly popped out of his chest. He felt a lump in his throat at the sight of the tattooed hands holding so adoringly the crumpled drawings he had shown him yesterday.

"Gguk, these are not miserable drawings," the tattoo artist said finally, showing him the pages he was holding in his hands. "They're really beautiful."

"You kept them?" he asked, struggling to pronounce the words through his clenched throat. "I thought you threw them out."

"How could I? These are your drawings," replied the tattoo artist without the slightest hesitation. "And Gguk, they're damn good. Believe me. I don't say this because I want to get to your panties, I say this because you have a lot of talent. A talent like this shouldn't be locked in the office of some fucking expensive skyscraper. Such talent should be admired in galleries and at exhibitions."

"Tae... I can't even paint a silly picture without getting a panic attack," he said with difficulty, feeling his eyes burn.

The tattoo artist put the pictures on the table and rose again from his seat. He held out his tattooed hand toward him, silently asking the boy to take it. Jeon looked at his hand, but didn't budge. Nevertheless, a crazy storm broke out inside him. His heart was beating in his chest like a flock of wild birds, and his mind was racing.

"Come on," the tattoo artist said, stretching his hand tighter, and when he saw the uncertainty and hesitation on the brunet's face, he added quickly: "Trust me."

So Jeongguk trusted him.

Like he has done every time since he met him.

He offered him his hand and the tattoo artist gripped it tightly, wrapping it tightly with his tattooed fingers. Jeongguk got up from his seat and let Taehyung lead him behind him.

The boy ushered him into his bedroom, then headed for the door at the back of the room, leading him to his art studio. The room looked almost exactly the same as it had been when he had first been here. The studio had a large window that let in just the right amount of light, and against the wall stood already completed paintings leaning against one another. The middle section was occupied by a small drawing table, with two easels next to it. One was empty, the other one with a painting that was covered with a dark cloth.

Jeon guessed it was probably the same painting he had seen in the artist's bedroom some time ago. He wanted to go over to it and slide the dark fabric down to see what a wonder he was hiding, but he didn't dare. He looked over to the side of the cabinet with all the paints, brushes, and painting supplies he could imagine, and saw that now there was the painting he had seen here last time.

His own eyes stared at him from the white canvas. He bit his lower lip instinctively. It felt strange to think that someone like Taehyung wanted to paint him, and he did it in such an incredibly beautiful way. Seeing himself through his eyes, he felt a pressure in his lower abdomen. His lips were soft and wet with saliva, his face was sprinkled with rain, his dark hair was slightly dumped with heavy raindrops caused by the rain which then soaked them.

It was the day it all began, although to someone it might seem that it was the end of them...

Jeongguk was convinced that whatever happened was just the beginning of their journey.

"Come on," the tattoo artist said suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The brunet turned towards him and noticed that Taehyung had prepared white sheets and charcoal for drawing, and he himself sat on the ground in a gentle stride.

"Come to me," he commanded again, and Jeon approached him uncertainly.

The tattoo artist grabbed his hand and pulled it gently, forcing him to sit down on the ground as well, so Jeongguk finally succumbed to his will. He sat down on the floor, and the redhead sat behind his back, pressing his strong chest against his back, surrounding him on both sides with his legs. Brunet could feel the warmth of his breath on his neck, but even a little it did not embarrass him. The proximity of the tattoo artist was extremely pleasant.

He didn't know what the redhead was up to, but he trusted him, and he let him steer himself. Taehyung placed Jeongguk's hand on his, then grasped a piece of coal in his slender fingers.

"Have you ever drawn with charcoal?" he asked, and Jeongguk shook his head. "I like it very much. With this technique, you can achieve unique effects of light and shade - known as chiaroscuro - as well as subtle tonal transitions. It is perfect for drawing portraits. Who do you want to draw? Maybe this friend of yours? Blond?" he asked, lips almost against his earlobe.

"Jimin?" Jeon asked, surprised. For some reason, he felt a strange pang of jealousy that the tattoo artist wanted to draw him. He remembered how Jimin had tried to flirt with him and how he had spoken about him. "You think he's handsome?" he asked, before he could bite his tongue.

"He has a very interesting face. I like to paint interesting faces," he replied, like a true artist, and his hand began to move gently as the first lines appeared from under his hand.

Jeongguk looked at his hand, which wrapped around that slightly larger, tattooed hand of the boy. He felt his heart begin to beat faster. It felt as if it was beating so hard that the tattoo artist could feel it bumping chaotically in his chest. He moistened his lips with his tongue.

"Handsome?" the question rolled off his lips so quickly he almost cursed himself.

The tattoo artist laughed out loud, his melodious laugh caressing his senses. Jeon could feel his chest vibrating as the man laughed.

"You want to know if I like Jimin?" he asked, although he knew that Jeongguk would not admit it. "I think he's very handsome, but he's not my type," he explained calmly, tracing the lines on the white sheet.

"What's your type?" he asked uncertainly, feeling his cheeks burn with shame.

He thanked silently for the fact that he is sitting in front of Taehyung and in this position, the boy is not able to see his face, because he would probably burn out of shame like witches burned at the stake in the Middle Ages.

"I saw both of you at the same time, but I liked you, didn't I?"

"Why?"

"Why did I like you?" he repeated, amused. "Maybe because I like challenges. And you are the challenge. Maybe it's because you're fucking sexy, but you're not even trying to be sexy. Jimin is a coquette. He likes to be the center of attention and knows exactly how to get the attention he wants. Accidentally, his jacket will slip off his shoulder and show his smooth skin, he will accidentally touch you with his hand when he laughs melodiously, he will accidentally slide his tongue over his full lips while looking you straight in the eyes. And you... You are like the most beautiful painting of some great artist. You may seem inaccessible and stern at first, but you only need to look closely and suddenly you see how many layers and textures it has, and for some reason you want to explore and know each of them. And when you finally discover it... Oh, Jesus... That sight is breathtaking and you know that even when you lose that image from your sight, you will see it every time you shut your eyes. You know you won't be able to forget it. And you don't want to forget about it. Even if it's never yours..."

Jeongguk once again felt as if someone had pumped all the air out of this room. He didn't know how Taehyung was able to steal breath from his lungs in an instant without even trying. And against everything and everyone, he wanted to turn to him and cling tightly to his lips, stealing his breath, but he couldn't move. What the tattoo artist said...

It made him want to belong to him. Even if it only took a moment.

He didn't care that he was engaged, that Lisa was waiting for him in their apartment. This was where he wanted to be. In this little room, sitting on the ground in someone else's sweatpants, with strong tattooed arms around him, with charcoal in their hands. In a room filled with paintings, the smell of still not dry paint, the delicate scent of a tattoo artist's perfume, mixed with the manly, alluring scent of his body and the scent of newly born hope and something he was still afraid to name.

He did not know what to say to such beautiful words, so he tightened his fingers tighter on the tattoo artist's hand, which began to draw lines again on the white sheet. Taehyung didn't say a word either, although he could have sworn his body was pressed harder against his and the tattooist's heart was beating so hard he could feel it on his back.

Red-haired man drew silently, and Jeongguk watched the smooth movements of his hands with fascination, while listening to his rhythmic breathing. After a while, Jimin's well-known eyes looked at him from the white sheet. Taehyung reflected their mischievous gaze perfectly. Even though his mouth was still missing, he knew his friend's lips would be formed into a soft, seductive smile. He could see their outline in his head.

The tattoo artist traced the line of his nose and moved his hand down to draw his lips, but hesitated, as if he had suddenly forgotten what the lips of a blond businessman looked like. Jeongguk almost involuntarily grasped his hand tighter and began to guide it, sketching the outline of Park's lips. After a while, Taehyung gently released his hand, allowing him to take complete control, while he wrapped his hands around his narrow waist.

It wasn't until he finished drawing his friend's lips that he realized he had been drawing all by himself for several minutes and what Tae had actually done. The tattoo artist specifically chose Jimin because he knew Jeongguk knew his face by heart and as soon as he started drawing something wrong, the brunet would start drawing for him.

He blinked a few times, his eyelids burning, but his lips curved into a soft smile. He couldn't even put into words what he felt now.

He was drawing.

He was drawing again.

Suddenly, he felt the tattoo artist's hands wrap around his waist even tighter, and after a while the boy rested his chin on his shoulder.

"I knew you could do it..." he whispered, and Jeongguk smiled even wider as he felt his throat tighten and his eyes glazed.

***

Jeongguk rubbed his tired eyes and put the papers on the table. He reached out his hands and placed them on the back of his neck, trying to massage the sore muscles. Saturday's training was still taking its toll on him, even though it was already Wednesday. He was so angry and jealous of Tae that he didn't even care how many times or how hard he hit the punching bag. He must have push too hard, which his body let him know in every possible way.

As he grimaced again, pressing his fingers against the tense muscles, his office door swung open without knocking. He looked up, tensing his entire body, but at the sight of the blond hair he immediately relaxed.

Park looked great in his stylish black suit and elegant ecru shirt, unbuttoned from the first two buttons and opened flirtatiously enough to show a scrap of his milky neckline. His blond hair fell softly over his dark hazelnut eyes.

The man did not have his trademark smile on his lips, which he could successfully advertise toothpaste, which made Jeon's body tense again. Park quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him as if he were running away from someone, then looked at him and let out a loud breath from his lungs.

"Jeez," he groaned.

"What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost," Gguk snorted, putting the papers on the table.

"Worse!" Park called, then set the coffee mugs on the desk and dropped theatrically into the comfortable leather armchair. "I met Lisa," he explained, and an involuntary moan escaped Jeongguk's lips.

He and Lisa weren't on the best terms after their argument on Saturday night. The girl was furious with him for yelling at her, and then he left the apartment and didn't come back for the night. On Sunday, he went to dinner with his father and stepmother without her, which turned out to be only adding oil to the fire.

Since then, Lisa has been grumpy all the time, and they have had 'quiet days.' Apparently, the girl thought that if she did not speak to him or allow any intimacy, Jeongguk would sooner or later crawl to her on his knees, asking for forgiveness.

"I don't know what has gotten into her this time. I know she hates me, but she looked at me as if she already had a plan in mind of how to dismember my body and where to throw it away. Literally," Park explained.

"I guess that's my merit," Jeongguk admitted, reaching for one of the mugs. Jimin grabbed the other one and looked at him intrigued. "We had an argument on Saturday, and she's been mad at me ever since. I think she's waiting for me to apologize, but I'm not going to..."

"Oh, that's new," Jimin judged. "Usually she'll turn things up so much that even if it's her fault, you apologize like you've done something wrong."

Jeongguk bit his bottom lip. Jimin was right. He was always the one who apologized. No matter who was at fault, he was always the one who reached out first, but not this time. If they are silent for another week, so be it.

"I'm not going to do it this time," Jeon replied and took a few sips of coffee.

Jimin watched him silently. He couldn't believe his ears. He had told him so many times that he should think more of himself than Lisa this, Lisa that, but his words didn't seem to reach him. For a moment he wondered what had changed that Gguk had finally decided to put himself first. He watched him closely, as if looking for some sort of physical change in him, but knew that the only such change was now hidden under the fabric of the white shirt and black jacket from Prada's new collection.

"If I didn't know you, I would have thought that this tattoo artist had injected some of his claw under your skin with the ink," he joked.

"I suppose he has," Jeongguk replied. The corner of his lips lifted slightly.

"I wonder what will happen when you finish this tattoo. When is your second session?"

"Tomorrow," he said with a strange longing in his voice.

He hadn't seen Taehyung since Sunday, and he couldn't wait to look back into his dark, soothing gaze.

I'll see him tomorrow, he thought, though he didn't dare to say it aloud.

***

Can you die from a heart that beats too hard? Is it possible for your heart to beat against your ribs so hard that it will finally break through tissue, bone, skin and break out of your chest? Or can you die by holding your air too long?

Such thoughts rattled through Taehyung's head as he leaned against the couch in his studio, and Jeongguk stood before him, so damn slowly unbuttoning his black shirt.

The brunet came to him for the second session, and the tattoo artist had the impression that he had gone to both hell and heaven again. He loved spending time with him. Jeongguk was an amazing man, but with each passing day his self-control was literally hanging in the balance.

He wanted him so badly that the urge became painful, and since the boy admitted it wasn't just in his head, that he felt the same way too, keeping distance became even more of a challenge. Now, as the man stood opposite him and, unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, slowly revealing his milky smooth skin, Taehyung could not breathe.

He moistened his lips as his mouth was dry, but his dark eyes did not leave this wonderful sight for a second. So what if the boy didn't belong to him? He couldn't take his eyes off his smooth chest, the male hands that opened the buttons one by one, revealing more and more of that wonderful, smooth skin he wanted to mark with his lips. It was a sweet torture he was addicted to.

Jeongguk undid the last of the buttons and opened his T-shirt, revealing his toned muscles that tightened slightly under the gaze of the dark irises that caressed his skin. He would lie that it was not pleasant. Lisa probably never looked at him that way, and Taehyung looked at him as if he was memorizing him.

Insatiable.

Just his gaze brought a pleasant pressure to the lower abdomen, and shivering through his body. As he undressed in front of him, they were both silent, as if a single word could destroy this magical moment.

Jeongguk parted the delicate fabric of his shirt tightly and pulled it off his broad shoulders, still looking at the tattoo artist. He could have sworn Taehyung wasn't breathing since he started undoing the buttons. His lips involuntarily arched into a gentle arch. He wanted to close the gap between them and press his lips firmly against his, giving him his breath, but only took off his shirt and placed it over his jacket.

"I'm ready," he said, and the tattoo artist cleared his throat.

He looked a little tense again, but Jeon thought it was so cute. He smiled gently at him, then narrowed the distance between them. Taehyung finally broke eye contact and began quickly putting on latex gloves over his hands. He stood behind Jeongguk and washed his skin.

"We already have most of the contours, so I won't be making any stencil paper again. If you don't mind, I'll paint the rest with a marker directly on your body," he explained, then picked up a special marker in his hand.

"You know that I trust you one hundred percent," the brunet replied without hesitation.

He was not afraid that the tattoo artist would create directly on his skin. He knew Taehyung was incredibly gifted, and he had the feeling that this way his tattoo would be even more special. When the redhead was drawing the missing angel parts on his skin, Jeongguk could not think of anything but the warmth of his hand. He liked how strong and delicate they were. The tattoo artist did not wear a mask on his face, which made him feel his warm breath against his back.

"We'll finish the pattern today. We will only have shading left," he explained.

After several minutes, Taehyung finished drawing and put the marker back on the table. He twisted the tattoo gun with quick and skillful movements, took the ink with him and prepared a stand so that he could freely reach all the things he needed. Jeongguk sat down in the tattoo chair, taking the same position as the last time.

The first time the needle pierced his skin, a gentle smile crept across his mouth. He felt no pain, only the joy of doing something for himself once again. He didn't care that Lisa would probably get furious when she saw the ink on his skin, or that someone thought he had lost his mind. Maybe he did, but this was the first time he didn't care. After all, he was doing something for himself and was damn happy about it.

"And how was your meeting with your father?" Tae finally asked, wiping the excess ink from his skin.

"Probably even better than I expected," the brunet replied, recalling Sunday dinner in his mind. "I did not tell him that I would like to return to painting. I want to learn to paint first without panic attacks and without feeling pressured from someone else's side. I think I calmed him down because after Lisa called he was very concerned about my condition. I guess he thought I'd need a psychiatrist again just like after the accident... I don't know what Lisa told him..." he explained, feeling the bitter taste of disappointment that Lisa told his father that he was acting crazy. He expected her support, and she stabbed him in the back without hesitation.

"Did you talk to her about this? She should support you..." the tattoo artist said.

He didn't like to think about Jeongguk being in a relationship, but he knew he had to accept in the end that the brunet belonged to someone else. But he couldn't bear the thought of this girl underestimating the fact that the fate had given her someone like Jeongguk. She should support him and be there for him when he needed her so much.

"I did not talk to her at all," the brunet admitted. "Since I got home, we hardly talked to each other. We have quiet days and I don't feel like talking to her about it. I don't think she'll ever understand how important it is to me."

"You shouldn't suppress such emotions, Gguk. As yours..." He paused for a moment, as if the next words would not press through his throat. "As your fiancée... She should support you. She should want your happiness."

"It's a bit more complicated," Jeongguk replied, then scooped up a large dose of oxygen, wondering how to put into words all the chaos in him. "I've been thinking a lot about what you told me lately... and I'm sure I'd like to come back to painting. I still don't know if I can do this... But it really makes me happy. I would like to paint again..." he finally confessed.

"Then do it. Don't wonder if others will like it."

"When you took me to your art studio on Sunday..." he began suddenly. "I was fucking nervous, but my heart was beating as hard as ever. When you started painting, and my hand was moving with yours, I felt something like... I don't know. I was happy. I was glad that I could somehow participate in how you create. You inspire me. The way you look at the world... How sensitive you are... It's so damn fascinating that I'd like to be part of this world. And when you let me take control, when I wasn't even aware that I was the one painting... It felt like when I was a little boy and my dad was teaching me to ride a bike. I remember he guided me so carefully, he made sure I didn't fall over and when he felt I was ready he let me go on my own, and he looked at me with a big smile on his lips and pride in his eyes and I felt so happy and free. I've never felt like this since the accident. Until this Sunday... You made me feel free and so damn happy for the first time in ten years... I wish I could feel like this again..."

"What do you mean by that?" the tattoo artist asked, his hands freezing reflexively.

Jeongguk turned slightly towards him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I don't know where this relationship is going. Everything that is happening seems to be beyond me and I need time to sort it all out and think about it, but I want you to teach me how to paint. Only you can make my attacks cease..." he explained uncertainly. He felt his heart starting to tighten in his bare chest, as if it knew exactly what and whom he wanted. "I need you..." he added, looking him straight in the eyes.

He didn't know how to name their relationship, or if he would ever be able to do so, but it was true. He needed it. Taehyung was his remedy.

"Alright," the tattoo artist agreed without hesitating. "I'll teach you how to paint again," he added, curving his lips into a beautiful smile.

Jeongguk quickly turned away, feeling a strange burning sensation under his eyelids. Taehyung wasn't even aware of what it meant to him. He couldn't find words that could express how grateful he was.

"I'm alone with Jae on the weekend, if you want, you can come to us..." the tattoo artist suddenly suggested, pressing the tattoo tool against his skin again and putting another shot of black ink under it.

He didn't know why, but he felt strangely nervous that Jeongguk would refuse this time, that he would not want to spend time with him and Jae. He was so used to getting rejected it almost became natural.

"Really?" the boy asked with excitement in his voice.

"Yes, of course. Jae is already asking about you. He even told me this morning that you make better pancakes than I do," he joked. "He liked you," he added in a serious voice.

"I adore him too. He's a wonderful kid," the brunet replied without hesitation, smiling at the very thought of the little boy and his wonderful, rectangular smile. "I don't think there's a person he wouldn't charm."

"You'd be surprised," Tae snorted. "Jae is cute and sweet until they find out he's my son," he added bitterly. "Even Minho, when he found Jae's toys in the bathroom and I told him that I had a son, he told me that if I want to fuck him it's great, and if I am looking for a second daddy for my son, I should keep looking," he said, laughing although there was no sound of amusement in his laugh.

Sometimes he really felt tired of it. He loved Jae, and he was the most important thing to him, but he would like to find someone who wouldn't mind him being a single father.

"Are you kidding me?" the brunet asked, clearly surprised by his words. "That's a prick," he said, before he could bite his tongue.

"It happens more often than you think," the tattoo artist replied, wiping the blood and ink from the tattooed area.

For a moment the room was filled with nothing but the monotonous hum of the tattoo gun and their gentle breaths. Taehyung focused his attention on the finishing of the angel's detached wings. He wanted them to be perfect.

"Will you meet him again?" Jeongguk asked suddenly, before he could bite his tongue.

"I don't think so," replied the tattoo artist, without a shadow of a doubt. "Minho was supposed to be just a rebound, a cure..."

A cure for you, he finished mentally.

Even though he didn't say the words aloud, Jeongguk knew exactly what the tattoo artist meant.

"You looked so sexy then," the tattoo artist suddenly admitted, and hearing these words, the brunet bit his lower lip. He didn't know how Taehyung did it, but it was enough that he said something like that and a flock of butterflies was raging in his stomach. "That thin shirt, cut so deep that you could see how strong your chest is... Not to mention those leather pants that hugged your legs like a second skin and emphasized all the important parts. You looked like the human incarnation of some fucking Eros or like the finest of Michelangelo's sculptures..."

The tattoo artist's voice sounded as if he could clearly see his image in his head. Perhaps he shouldn't have told him all these things, he knew, but he couldn't lie to him. But he was relieved that Jeongguk had his back to him. It was easier to tell him all of this without meeting his eyes. He felt as if he was opening up too much to him, and by doing so, he was risking getting hurt more and more. But he trusted him. In some strange, incomprehensible way, he was sure the dark haired man would not use this knowledge to destroy him.

"I was looking at you while you were dancing with Jimin on the dance floor. How wonderfully your body moves, as if you were letting every little sound flow through it, controlling it. You don't even know how beautiful you smile when you don't know that someone is looking at you. You rarely smile... But as I looked at you, I couldn't help but think that you would come home, and she would have you. Thought if I took Minho with me, I would feel better. After I broke up with Jiwon, sex was quite helpful, but apparently not this time. As I kissed him, I couldn't stop thinking about your lips. When I touched him, I imagined that I was touching you... And in the morning I felt so damn disappointed that it wasn't you lying next to me."

"Tae..." Jeongguk gasped, feeling a strange pressure in his chest at the tattoo artist's words.

Taehyung said everything he really wanted to hear, even though he wouldn't even dare to ask for it. It was incomprehensible, but the tattoo artist spoke and did what was hidden somewhere at the bottom of his soul. It was as if he was the only one to see him as he really is.

"I don't expect you to change your life for me. I'm far from it. For people like me, you don't do things like that... I-I think it's good for me to be alone. Maybe with time..."

Taehyung fell silent again. The next words refused to pass through his throat. Could this have changed over time? Until now, each day he wanted him more and more, how he could convince himself that someday he would just wake up and Jeongguk will be indifferent to him?

"I wasn't with her," the brunet said finally, breaking the silence. "I mean, I wasn't with Lisa that night. In fact, since I met you, I haven't been with her even once," he added, so that the tattoo artist would be sure what he was talking about. He didn't know why, but he wanted Taehyung to know. "When I saw you going out with him... I ran after you. I wanted to stop you. I don't know why. I wanted to tell you that I don't want you to go with him, that what I said in the bathroom wasn't true. I looked for you outside the club, but when I found you... You were kissing him and then you got in his car. I couldn't sleep that night. I was lying in bed next to Lisa, and I was thinking about you all the time..."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"It wouldn't change anything anyway... I would still have a fiancée, and you would still deserve someone better..." he gasped.

It was the first time he had said it aloud, and he could feel the bitter taste on his tongue. Yoongi was right. Taehyung deserved better than what he was able to give him. They both knew it well, but his words hung heavy over their heads, almost suffocating them both.

***

Taehyung moved the needle down, completing the last piece of the angel's airy gown and allowed his lips to curve into a gentle arch. He turned off the tattoo tool and looked at what came out of his hand. The tattoo was really beautiful. It still lacked proper shading, but his trained eye could easily see what the effect would look like.

This angel was phenomenal. Just like its owner.

The redhead bit his lower lip and allowed himself to admire Jeongguk's back for a short while with impunity. He put the tattoo gun on the table and rose from his seat.

"We're finished for today," he said finally.

"Seriously?" The brunet asked with clear excitement.

"Get up," the tattoo artist asked. "I'll clean up the excess ink and blood plasma," he explained.

Jeongguk rose from his seat and stood with his back to the tattoo artist. Taehyung sprinkled some preparation on his back, then began to wipe it with a paper towel. His touch was professional, but also very gentle, as if he didn't want to cause him pain. In fact, after a few hours of tattooing, his skin was very sensitive, but he felt great joy nonetheless.

"Do you still have the ointment I gave you recently?" Taehyung asked with obvious concern.

"Yes, I have."

"Smear it on the tattoo as I told you before and limit the gym. Let the tattoo heal well, and then we'll schedule a shading session. One additional session is enough as the shading goes much faster," he explained, and Jeon nodded.

Taehyung washed off all the plasma and ink completely, then wiped his skin dry and discarded the towel. He took the ointment from the cupboard and walked back to the boy. He took a large amount of the preparation on his hand and began to gently rub it into the reddened skin.

Jeongguk was very tough. During the tattooing, he never complained that he was in pain, even though he sat here for several hours. His skin was very red, especially where the lines were thicker, and he had to glide the needle several times. He tried to rub the ointment gently enough not to hurt him.

"You want to see it?" he asked as he finished spreading the preparation along the entire length of the man's back.

Jeongguk nodded with a big smile on his lips and approached the mirror without hesitation. He liked that the boy boldly looked at the reflection of his tattooed back. He remembered well how he had turned pale when he asked him to show him his back for the first time. Brunet believed that the scar he had on his back after the accident was marring his body, he was ashamed of it, although in his opinion it was completely unjustified. But now he was looking at his back with a smile on his lips.

At the sight of his smile, he felt a strange twinge in his chest. Perhaps this beautiful smile on his lips was the beginning of a new path. At the sight of this, he himself smiled involuntarily.

"Do you like it?" he asked, walking the distance between them.

As he stood in front of Jeongguk and looked him straight in the eye, he saw his eyes gleam with tears pooling inside them. Brunet grabbed him tightly and wrapped his arms around him.

"Thank you," he whispered softly.

Taehyung could feel his body trembling slightly, and he merely raised his hands, wrapped his body around him, and returned his embrace while pressing his face against his bare shoulder. He could smell his perfume on his skin. He could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears, and he wanted this moment to last forever, but then he reluctantly pulled away from him.

"Don't cry, Naughty Boy." He smiled gently at him as he said it and lightly wiped the tear that rolled down his cheek.

"Only you know how much it means to me," the brunet confessed, entwining their hands together, and in response Taehyung squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"I know and that's why I'm happy that I could do it for you. When we finish with all the shading, it will be even more beautiful," he said in a low, warm voice. "And by the way... I have something for you," the tattoo artist added, then ran towards the cupboard and came back with something white in his hand.

Jeongguk looked at his hand and saw an envelope in it. Surprised, he drew his perfect eyebrows together and looked at him questioningly.

"Yoongi told me you paid him for all our appointments, even the ones I canceled while Jae was sick..." he explained. "I can't take this money. This arrangement..."

"Tae, it's your money. You deserve it," Jeongguk replied.

He was genuinely surprised that the tattoo artist wanted to return the money to him. People usually went out of their way to get them from him.

"I don't want you to pay me for the time we spent together. This is not right. I acted like a total asshole when I agreed to this deal."

"Tae, you need that money. You and Jae need them," the brunet tried to convince, but the tattoo artist was still holding the envelope held out for him.

"So I'll earn it honestly. I don't want you to think that what I'm doing is for money. I don't care if you're a millionaire or you robbed a bank and sleep on money. I don't want your money, I want your friendship," he said firmly.

His gaze was so fierce and determined that Jeongguk knew full well that he would not win.

"Okay," he nodded, and slipped the envelope into his suit jacket pocket. "But when you're done with this tattoo, I'm taking you and Jae to dinner and a huge batch of ice cream," he announced, and the tattoo artist laughed out loud.

"Okay, I can agree to that. Come on, I'll secure your tattoo." That said, the tattoo artist walked over to a small table and took out the protective foil. "When you get home, you can take it off. It's best to wash the tattoo with soap and water and then apply the ointment I gave you."

The red haired man approached Jeongguk again, who was watching his gestures carefully. He looked down at his hands, on which he still wore black latex gloves, then looked at his bare forearms, closely following the tightening muscles and the veins visible beneath the skin, which snaked between the tattoos like snakes.

He did not know what was in those hands, but he found them extremely attractive. He liked his slender, long fingers, visible veins, and the caramel-colored skin. He could almost feel the tingling of his fingertips to touch his skin.

He shifted his gaze a little higher and hung it for a moment over the deep neckline of the tattoo artist's black T-shirt. The red lotus flower, embedded in a beautiful mandala, disappeared behind the black cloth, which prevented him from seeing the rest of this wonderful tattoo. He was so eager to see what the thin material hides.

"Tae..." he began hesitantly, then moistened his lips nervously.

He knew he shouldn't do this, but his curiosity was stronger than he was, and he couldn't help himself. The tattoo artist looked up at him, looking him straight in the eyes from under the curtain of thick eyelashes that many women would envy him.

"C-Could... Could I see your tattoos?" he asked, feeling his pulse quicken.

At his question, Taehyung blinked a few times, then straightened up and put the roll of foil aside.

"You wanna see my tattoos?" he repeated, as if he wasn't sure if he heard it right, and Jeongguk nodded, feeling his throat close so much that he couldn't utter a word.

The tattoo artist moistened his lips as he glided over his lower lip in such a slow and damn sexy way that Jeongguk wondered if Taehyung had chosen to torture him. It seemed to him that the temperature in the room suddenly rose, although the redhead did not even have time to take off his shirt. He could hear his rapid breathing in his ears and the sound of his own heart pounding. He swallowed hard, but did not take his eyes from the feline movements of the man approaching him for a moment.

Taehyung only stopped when they were only no more than two steps apart, then without a word he grabbed the hem of his black T-shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He tugged it up mercilessly slowly, as if he wanted to torture him with it, and with each centimeter he beat, Jeongguk felt his heart beating harder and harder. He held his breath but didn't even for a moment avert his hungry eyes.

He was hungry to see him. He wanted to see what the black material hides. As he had seen it before, the tattoo artist's belly was smooth, tattoo-free. His skin smooth and just as caramelized, abs not as strongly defined as his, but delicately visible, with a stronger V-line that faded so sexy into the black fabric of his pants.

As the tattoo artist pulled his T-shirt up to his chest, Jeongguk felt his mouth go dry. Both nipples of the tattoo artist were decorated with silver piercing resembling small barbells. Taehyung took his T-shirt over his head, and he still couldn't take his eyes off that piercings. It was so fucking sexy he was almost unable to breathe.

For a moment he wondered what it would be like to run his tongue over his nipples and suck his lips on them. He had never had thoughts like this before, and now he could not control them.

At last, he forced himself to move his gaze a little higher and saw that the tattoo artist's left chest was decorated with a tattoo that was an imprint of a small hand, with fingerprints tattooed on it. He had no doubts as to whose hand it was. As he guessed, this was exactly the tattoo Taehyung made with someone in mind. When he told him about it, he did not know then that the boy had a son, now he was sure that it was the imprint of his hand tattooed at the height of his heart. Jae was his whole world.

Above this tattoo was this beautiful mandala from which a red lotus was emerging. The mandala covered his neckline and collarbones, ending just above his chest. The rest of the torso was smooth. When the tattoo artist saw Jeongguk carefully examining the entire front of his chest, he slowly turned and stood with his back to him, showing his back.

At the sight of the tattoo artist's back, Jeongguk exhaled loudly. His entire back was covered with a tattoo depicting a huge phoenix with beautiful, spreading wings bathed in all colors of fire. On his right shoulder blade, in the same place where his body was adorned with a disfiguring scar, Tae's body was tattooed with a short text: "Sky above me, earth below me, fire within me."

Unable to help himself, he took two steps forward, reducing the distance between them almost to a minimum, and held out his hand. As the fingertips touched the tattoo artist's skin, he held his breath again. His naked skin was so smooth under his fingers, so deliciously caramel in the ink-free areas.

Feeling his hands caress the texture of his skin and the contours of his back muscles, Taehyung closed his eyes. He couldn't remember anyone touching him like that. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wished Jeongguk would touch him until he broke into small pieces at the touch of his hands.

The dark-haired boy slowly, unhurriedly ran his hands over every part of his back, marking the lines of the tattoo with his fingers, and he felt as if he was finally reborn, like that fiery phoenix on his back. He felt like under the touch of a brunet's hand, every cell of his body is being reborn.

"I made this tattoo when Jiwon left me..." he whispered.

He didn't think he ever told anyone what that tattoo meant to him. When Jiwon disappeared, he thought it was the end of the world, but then he made up his mind that he would not give up so easily and one day he would be reborn again.

He  will rise like an ancient phoenix from the ashes and be reborn for someone else.

Jeongguk walked around him slowly, still running his hand over his tattooed back towards his shoulder, finally reaching his chest. He stood in front of him, and for a moment their eyes met. He could have sworn the tattoo artist had stopped breathing. His breathing was oddly irregular as well, but he wasn't about to stop.

He was so fascinated by him that he couldn't take his eyes off him. He was as if he were mesmerized, as if he was looking at some mythical deity who finally decided to reveal himself to an ordinary mortal. He couldn't take his eyes off him. He traced the line of his collarbones, covered in black mandala, with his fingers and moved his hand towards the imprint of Jae's small hand.

"Your tattoos..." he began with a slightly trembling voice, then moistened his lips, feeling dry in his mouth and the characteristic pressure at the bottom of his stomach. "Your tattoos are beautiful..."

His dark eyes moved a little lower, back to his pierced nipples. Unable to help himself, he ran his index finger over his left nipple, gently teasing it with his fingertip. A quiet, slightly trembling sigh escaped from the tattoo artist's lips.

Hearing this, Jeongguk looked up and found the onyx-colored eyes, but his hand did not stop moving for a moment. The tattoo artist's eyes were narrowed, focused solely on the fingers tracing slow, intricate patterns on his skin that seemed to burn at his touch. When the brunet shifted his hand to his left nipple again and tugged it lightly, he groaned.

Jeon bit his lower lip and his hands traveled over the red-haired man's bare torso, examining the outline of the muscles beneath his smooth caramel skin. He was amazed at how hard his body was when his skin was so soft and smooth. Brunet slid his hand even lower, outlining toned abdominal muscles, and stopped it only when he felt delicate hair under his fingertips, just above the line of his boxers.

"You are so beautiful..." he whispered, feeling his heart pound hard against his ribs and his stomach muscles contract in a rush of excitement.

"Gguk..." the tattoo artist gasped out.

"You are so beautiful..." he repeated with a more confident voice.

He felt as if everything was spinning around him, he was short of air again, and he thought he was about to suffocate or pass out if he did not get enough oxygen.

And right now there was only one thing that could bring his breath back...

Without thinking long, he took a step forward, stopping close enough that a few centimeters were enough for their faces to touch each other. The impulse to touch him, to kiss him, was so strong that before he thought it over, his lips pressed against his. At first, he traced his lips uncertainly over those soft, inviting lips of the tattoo artist, but it only took a few seconds for Taehyung to grasp him tightly by the neck and deepen their kiss, creeping between his lips with his pierced tongue.

His kiss consumed him, it was a bit rough and chaotic, but sure. He couldn't catch his breath, he could only steal the air from his lungs. He had never been kissed so passionately and intensely that nothing else mattered but this man who danced his nimble tongue inside his mouth, tasting it quickly and greedily as if he knew they were living in stolen time.

Now it didn't matter that they were from two different worlds, that when he got out of here, he would still be Lisa's fiancé, and they would not belong to each other. All that mattered was the taste of his tongue, his smooth movements, the firm grip of his hand, the warmth of his tattooed body clinging to his milky skin while he trembles with emotion.

When they could not hold their breath any longer, Taehyung moved away from him slightly, but rested his forehead on his. He was breathing hard. Their jerky hot breaths merged into one.

"Gguk..." the tattooist whispered, unable to say anything more.

"Tae..." he said softly in response, as if to check what the name of the tattoo artist would sound like, rolling down his kiss-swollen lips.

"Gguk, what are we doing?" Taehyung asked, lips close to his.

"You told me to kiss you when I was sure I wanted it... I want it. More than anything else..." he confessed confidently.

The tattoo artist looked at him for a brief moment, as if he were gathering his thoughts or fighting common sense, but when he stuck his dark irises into him, his eyes were almost on fire and it only took a few seconds for him to cover the distance between them and stick firmly to his lips, drinking his words from them.

I want it.

It rang in his head as he translated into a kiss all his feelings. He wanted it too. He wanted it so much it was almost painful to want it. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and the brunet parted his lips, letting his tongue slip into his mouth.

"I've been dreaming about it since I saw you in our studio," he whispered straight into his mouth, then moved his longing lips towards his jaw, placing wet kisses along the line of his jaw.

From the mouth of the brunet came a quiet moan, and his hands almost involuntarily found their way to the fiery red strands. He tilted his head back a bit, exposing his slender neck and giving the tattoo artist better access, which Taehyung gladly took advantage of. He ran his pierced tongue along the line of his jaw, then slid down to his neck, placing his tender kisses on it. After a moment of such caressing, he moved his lips higher and began to gently bite the lobe of his right ear.

"There is something like that in you. I just can't resist it..." he whispered in his ear.

Jeongguk gently pulled away and looked him straight in the eye. Taehyung saw that for a brief moment his gaze went to his lips. Brunet approached him with his lips, but stopped them literally a few millimeters from his mouth. The tattoo artist could feel his hot breath on his lips.

"Then don't resist it..." he asked in a whisper. "At least not today..." That said, he grasped his lower lip with his teeth and tugged it hard, then kissed him violently.

This time it was he who pressed his tongue into the tattoo artist's mouth, deepening the kiss. He wanted to taste him at least once. He wanted to remember what it was like to be kissed by him, to feel his hands against his body.

He wanted more, more and more...

In a rush of excitement, Taehyung pushed him towards the closet and pressed him against it with his strong body, and Jeongguk pulled him even tighter against him. He wanted to feel him even closer, more precisely. He felt the excitement sweep through his entire body, settling into the weave of his thighs and bursting into flame in his lower abdomen. Instinctively, he grabbed the tattoo artist's buttocks, pressing his hips against his, and as he felt his hard cock painfully digging into his thigh, a loud groan escaped his lips.

Taehyung gripped his lower lip in his teeth and bit down hard on it, his right hand running over the already clear bulge in the brunet's pants. The boy's hips almost involuntarily pressed harder against his hand, wanting to feel this wonderful touch again.

"Ah! More!" he managed between kisses.

The tattoo artist broke away from his hungry lips and looked at him intently. The dark curls were delicately ruffled, the lips redder more intensely and shining with saliva, temptingly parted, dark eyes almost burning with thirst, the naked chest rising and falling in the chaotic breathing.

Biting his lower lip, he reached out his tattooed hands and grasped the waistband of his pants. He unbuckled it slowly, as if he wanted to give the dark haired man time to protest, but nothing like that happened. Jeongguk just watched him closely, holding his breath. He felt his pulse quicken with every moment. He didn't know what to expect, but he was fucking excited.

The tattoo artist unbuttoned his belt, then the zipper on his pants, and slid the black fabric off his hips up to his calves. Seeing the bulge clearly in the boy's tight boxer shorts, he moistened his lips. He wanted so badly to touch him. Brunet was absorbing him with his eyes, waiting for his next move.

He was convinced that the redhead would run his hand over his erection again or tighten his long, tattooed fingers along his length exactly as he imagined it when he was touching himself while thinking of him. However, the tattoo artist did something that he completely did not expect.

Without the slightest hesitation, Taehyung fell to his knees in front of him and with one agile movement slid his boxer shorts, exposing his loins. Jeongguk shifted nervously, a bit ashamed. He had never stood naked in front of another man before. He could feel his eyes on him. The tattoo artist stared at him, shamelessly absorbing his image, but that oddly excited him even more. His cock twitched hard, rising even more, and he swallowed hard.

"Tae... W-what are you... What are you doing?" he asked, embarrassed, and a nervous laugh escaped his lips.

He parted his lips again, wanting to ask him why he had knelt down in front of him, but before any question could leave his mouth, the tattoo artist's warm lips landed on the tip of his cock, gripping it tightly.

"Oh, fuck!" he swore loudly, throwing his head back.

He couldn't believe what had just happened. It exceeded his wildest expectations. Lisa wasn't a big fan of oral sex, so he couldn't even remember the last time he'd had this kind of caress. During their entire relationship, it had happened maybe two or three times, and probably all of these episodes happened at the beginning of their dating, and she certainly wasn't as good at it as Taehyung was.

The tattoo artist practically did not use his hands. His tattooed hands pressed tightly on his thighs, while his lips made him almost fly away to the abyss. The boy sucked him hard, dancing around his swollen member with his tongue, every now and then additionally teasing the sensitive head with a silver piercing, which almost drove him insane.

Jeongguk didn't quite know what to do, so he gripped his hands tightly on the top of the cupboard he was leaning against to keep from sinking them into the fiery red curls of the man kneeling in front of him. What the tattoo artist was doing was so damn exciting that he bit down hard on his lower lip that loud groans wouldn't accidentally escape his mouth. He knew they were alone in the studio. Namjoon took time off to help his father with some big assignment in the workshop, and Yoongi had to go to the warehouse, but he felt a bit embarrassed.

The tattoo artist, however, stared defiantly in the eyes all the time, shamelessly pushing his cock deeper and deeper, not sparing his damn nimble tongue, or the saliva that sparkled encouragingly on his parted lips.

"J-Jesus..." Jeon groaned, running his hand through his dark hair.

Taehyung gently pulled away from him and let his swollen cock just slip out of his mouth, then grabbed him with his tattooed hand and began to move it rhythmically up and down, thoroughly smearing all pre-cum and saliva. His hand was moving almost at an ideal pace, sometimes strong and fast, then moving slowly and sensually, as if he knew exactly what to do to give him extraordinary pleasure. The redhead licked his lips as if he wanted to drink his taste off them, then smirked at him, looking so damned sexy and indecent.

"Oh shit, you taste like heaven." Only that one sentence left his perfect lips, but it was enough to make a real fire burst in the weave of Jeongguk's thighs, and the head of his cock glistened more with his juices.

Seeing this, the tattoo artist wasted no time, shifting his lips to him again, soaking his cock with his warm saliva while collecting all the sweet liquid with his tongue, and Jeongguk groaned long, throwing his head back.

Jesus, he just died and went to heaven.

"You don't have to stop yourself," Tae said suddenly.

His voice was low, slightly hoarse and incredibly sexy. Still sitting on his knees, he grabbed his right hand and placed it on his head, then approached his hard cock again.

"I want you to come in my mouth," he muttered sexily, sweeping his hot breath around his cock.

He grasped it tightly with his tattooed hand and ran his tongue along its entire length from the sensitive balls, running along the entire shaft, all the way to the head swollen with excitement, again collecting his pre-cum on his tongue. He wanted to taste it, wanted to suck and lick it until Jeongguk finally gave in to him and spilled right down his throat.

"Oh, fuck..." Jeon swore throatily as the tattoo artist's lips wrapped tightly around his length, but this time his fingers tightened around the red strands, pulling them almost painfully.

Influenced by the pain, Taehyung looked up at him again, but Jeon saw some strange gleam in his eyes, and he could have sworn the tattoo artist smiled encouragingly at him, still sucking him hard.

How exciting it was.

Unable to help himself, he pushed his hips a little more forward while his fingers gripped the red hair, and the tattoo artist parted his lips more in response, letting his hard cock slide deeper into his mouth.

"Ah! Tae," the brunet moaned long as the head of his cock rubbed against the back wall of the man's throat.

For the first time in his life, he felt something like this. He had never enjoyed oral sex so much before. Feeling the tattoo artist greedily sucking him, he wanted to feel it again. He didn't want to force him to do anything, so he only gently pushed his head down to make him understand that he wanted him to do it again, and Taehyung took him deeper without any protest.

"Oh yes!" Jeon yelped as he felt the head of his cock hit the delicate wall of the tattoo artist's throat again.

Kim let him take control without any problems, and the brunet happily took advantage of it. He wasn't as tense anymore as at the beginning. It didn't matter now that another man was satisfying him, only the wonderful feeling he was giving him mattered. Like no one else.

"Oh! No no no. Please... Don't stop!" he moaned miserably as he felt the tattoo artist gently pull away from him.

Taehyung, however, continued his caresses. Still sucking hard on him, he stretched his hand towards the cupboard and reached out for a small box. Jeon got so lost in this pleasure that he wasn't even able to register what the tattoo artist was doing, only when he felt the tattoo artist's right hand slide between his legs towards his ass, he tensed a little.

He hadn't been with any man before, and he didn't even know what to expect, but he trusted him so, he tried to relax. He pushed the tattoo artist's head forward again, asking him to push it deeper again, and Taehyung did exactly what he wanted. As he sucked hard, his vaseline-coated fingers slid between Jeongguk's round, athletic ass cheeks and began to gently massage his entrance.

He could see the boy tense as he felt his fingers pressing against the tight entrance, so he focused on giving him even more pleasure. He slid his tongue hard across the length of his cock. He pulled it out almost completely, then pressed his piercing against the sensitive frenulum and for a moment focused exactly on this place, teasing it intensely with his piercing, then he did the same with the swollen head, and when a juicy curse rolled of the brunet's mouth, using occasion, he slipped his finger into him.

"Ah!" Jeon grunted.

The feeling was strange, no one had ever caressed him like this. He felt a slight burning sensation, but it was not unpleasant, and in addition, the tattoo artist's mouth still torturing his sensitive head was very effective in distracting him. When he felt Taehyung press against his entrance with his other finger, he didn't feel so stressed anymore. On the contrary, he wanted to see what the man was going to do.

As Tae put his second finger inside him, he began to move them very slowly at first, crossing them together, but after a while his movements became faster. The longer the tattoo artist's fingers danced inside him, the more pleasant what he was doing was.

"Tell me, how does it feel?" the redhead asked in a low, sexy voice when he stopped sucking him for a moment. He wasn't sure if Jeongguk would answer, but wanted to hear his voice.

"G-good..." the boy said, clearly embarrassed.

It was bloody cute, but he wanted Jeongguk to get over that shyness. He wanted the boy to learn to take care of himself and take what he wanted. So he smiled victoriously at him and curled his fingers to push them at this one, wonderful point, to turn 'good' into something completely different...

"Oh! FUCK!" he suddenly swore loudly, instinctively pushing his hips up.

And now? - asked the tattoo artist in his mind, then, with a sexy smile on his lips, once again grasped his cock with his lips.

However, not wanting to slow down, he ran his fingers over his prostate again, at which the brunet swore violently.

Oh yes, that's exactly what he wanted.

For a moment he determinedly stimulated his prostate until he felt the boy himself press harder against his hand, wanting to feel his long fingers again.

Oh yeah, the tattoo artist was talking the truth, telling him that his hands were a tool of torture and pleasure at the same time.

"Oh, Tae! I'll..." he moaned, gasping for breath.

Taehyung felt Jeongguk's cock swell and twitch in his mouth, his whole body trembled with excitement and pleasure, and sinful moans escaped from his mouth. He knew well that his orgasm was near, and he had no intention of stopping. He pressed his lips even tighter and took him as deep as he could, almost choking on his hard cock, but he didn't care. He wanted Jeongguk to reflect on that moment and to be as hard as he is now every time he thinks about it.

"Tae... I... I can't hold it..." groaned the boy.

Hearing these words, the tattoo artist deliberately pressed against his prostate, and the dark haired man came with a loud curse on his lips. He exploded with such force that he felt he was dying, and his orgasm shot through him in a white-hot wave, tearing a loud cry from his throat, burning him deeply into his soul.

Taehyung didn't move away from him until he was sure he'd drunk every drop of him. He wanted to taste him, he wanted to feel him in every way possible. When he finally pulled away from him, he swallowed the entire contents of his mouth and licked his swollen lips from any cum residue. He slipped his fingers from inside him and rose from his knees.

"Jesus, Tae... It was fucking amazing..." Jeongguk said, breathing heavily.

His whole body was still trembling with the force of his orgasm. He had never felt anything like this in his life. He liked sex, but what Taehyung had just given him was incredible. He had never felt so good with anyone before, and in fact, the man just showed him some of his skills.

"You're fucking amazing," the tattoo artist replied, and without hesitating, he stuck to his lips.

Jeongguk could taste a strange, slightly salty taste on his lips and realized it was probably the taste of his own sperm, but in some strange way he liked it and felt even more turned on by the taste of their physical love. Instinctively, he pulled him tighter and deepened the kiss, tasting himself on his lips.

"Oh fuck, Gguk," the tattoo artist growled right into his lips. "I want more. I want to be in you... I need you..."

"D-do it..." he asked, before he realized what he was really asking for.

He wanted it. He wanted to feel what it was like to have him for once. What is it like to belong to this rebellious, tattooed man. What is it like to belong to Kim Taehyung.

The tattoo artist moved away from him sharply. His lips curved into that damn beautiful and sexy smile. His lips were wet with saliva and his hair was ruffled by his hands, but he looked incredibly beautiful. Jeongguk looked at him hypnotized, gazing at his naked, tattooed torso and those wonderful, slender fingers that were just inside him, and he dreamed of nothing else but feeling them inside him again.

"Take off your pants completely," Taehyung ordered as he gripped the waistband of his black jeans.

Jeongguk felt his excitement rise again, and his cock hardened again almost as if on cue. Jesus. He was so damn excited he would be able to come here and now just by looking at his beautiful body. He grasped his elegant shoes with trembling hands and hurriedly removed them from his feet along with his socks, then grasped the pants that still bound his calves and began to quickly pull them off his legs. As he did so, he looked at the tattoo artist who was just finishing taking off his jeans.

Taehyung tossed them carelessly on the ground next to his feet where his shoes and socks had landed before, then tucked his tattooed fingers into the waistband of his black boxers. Jeongguk saw the outline of his swollen cock under the thin material and swallowed hard. He couldn't wait to finally see him naked. He had caught himself imagining what a tattoo artist looked without his standard black clothes many times, and now, knowing that he would have a chance to find out, he couldn't breathe.

The tattoo artist looked at him with a strange twinkle in his eye, then without hesitating he pulled his boxers off, standing completely naked and so damn perfect in front of him. Jeongguk instinctively straightened and moved his eyes slowly over his body, absorbing every inch. He ran his gaze over his broad shoulders once more, a red lotus flower emerging from the mandala that covered his neck and cleavage. He ran his dark irises over his pierced, protruding nipples, between the delicately outlined abdominal muscles, along the slightly oblique scar that ended at the lower abdominal muscles, then held his breath and looked even lower.

And - Jesus Christ - his cock.

Jeongguk moistened his lips nervously. It surpassed his wildest fantasies. The tattoo artist's cock was perfect. It was standing proudly almost fully erect, almost touching his flat stomach, so damn smooth and downright indecently beautiful, but what made his knees weaken and his mouth started fill with saliva was something that gleamed at the very top of its head...

Jesus! His cock was also pierced...

"J-Jesus..." he gasped, unable to take his eyes off the silver piercing that adorned his glance. "Your..." he began, but only swallowed hard, unable to gather his thoughts.

Why was he so bloody excited seeing that piercing? Why, looking at another man's cock, would he feel like kneeling down in front of him like Taehyung did a moment ago, and sucked him so hard until he came in his mouth?

The redhead smiled mischievously at him. He grabbed his thick cock in his hand and spread the entire pre-cum, moistening its head, then ran his thumb over the piercing protruding from its head.

"Do you like it?" he asked, not expecting an answer, and Jeongguk merely nodded, unable to utter a single word.

He felt himself getting wet again, and his abdominal muscles tightened so much that he was close to coming here and now just staring at him.

Taehyung smiled at him victoriously, grabbed the petroleum jelly, which he had previously applied to his fingers, from the cupboard, and took some amount of it on his hand, then began to apply it to his protruding cock. His movements were as smooth as if he had done it a million times already. When he finished, he scooped the vaseline on his hand again and approached Jeongguk.

"If you like it already, wait till I massage your prostate with it," he muttered in a low, sexy voice almost directly into his ear.

"M-mine... My what?" he asked, feeling his pulse quicken.

The tattoo artist laughed softly, then brushed his hair back, tucked a black strand behind his ear and kissed him, pressing his naked body against that of Jeongguk. Brunet immediately parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, inviting Tae to deepen the kiss. This time they kissed slower, tasting each other long and passionately, letting their tongues rub against each other sensually.

After a moment of such caresses, the tattoo artist's hand slipped between the strong, slightly sweaty thighs of the brunet and opened them without asking, and Jeongguk allowed him to do so. His hands tightened on his shoulders as he kept kissing him, and the tattoo artist slipped his moistened fingers into his tight interior. The brunet groaned right into his mouth.

Taehyung stretched him for a moment with his slender fingers, kissing him slowly, and when he felt that the boy was ready, he pulled away from his sweet lips. He turned him away from him and pushed him gently towards the cupboard so that he could hold on to it, then grasped his hip firmly, forcing him to stick out more backwards as he stood behind him.

"Oh, you have such a delicious ass," he muttered sexily, and Jeon bit his bottom lip, feeling the pressure of his lower stomach.

He liked it when the tattoo artist spoke to him like that, but before he could respond, Taehyung lowered himself, parted his ass cheeks and shamelessly ran his tongue over his entrance, moistening it with saliva.

"Oh, fuck!" he swore again.

The tattoo artist stood up and looked at his protruding buttocks. Jesus. It was a perfect sight. His strong, tattooed back, still glistening with the ointment he put on him, narrow waist and those lovely round buttocks, stuck out just for him. He couldn't wait to finally slip his throbbing cock inside him. He gripped his left hip sharply and marked the shape of his ass with his right hand.

His skin was milky and smooth. Almost perfect. He thought there was only one damn sexy thing missing here...

"Oh!" Jeon called, arching his back as the tattoo artist's hand smacked him hard.

Taehyung approached him, pressing his body against his and grasping his cock, guiding it to his sweet entrance. He grabbed his neck and turned his face toward him.

"And now I need you to relax. Focus on me. Just think of me," he whispered, and pressed their lips together, kissing him tenderly as he began to slide into him.

Jeongguk's hands tightened on his, but he kept kissing him, tasting him greedily as the tattoo artist filled him more and more. When he slipped all the way to the end, the brunet groaned directly at his lips.

"Jesus, you are so wonderfully tight..." he muttered in his ear. "I could cum right away..."

"Oh, please... More," the brunet ordered, unable to bear it anymore.

He wanted more. He wanted everything Taehyung had to offer. He needed it.

The tattoo artist gripped his neck tightly. Exactly as he did in the ring recently and began to move in him. At first, he did it gently, with smooth, steady movements. He'd love to fuck him hard and fast, but the brunet was so tight that he didn't want to hurt him.

He wanted to give him the greatest pleasure he could ever give him. He wanted Jeongguk to belong only to him for at least this brief moment. He wanted to take over his body and his mind in a way no one had ever managed to. He wanted to show him his feelings, even though his mouth was not speaking any words. He wished his lips and hands would show what he couldn't say aloud.

He wanted him. He wanted him like no one else.

"Please... Tae... Faster," the brunet ordered, and the tattoo artist did what he asked for.

His hips began to move faster, fucking into him balls deep, and the brunet began to push harder from the cupboard, coming out to meet him. The tattoo parlor was filled with the sound of their hot naked bodies bumping against each other, and quick, choppy breaths interrupted by loud moans and gasps.

"Oh, you are so wonderful," Taehyung whispered, as he shifted at such an angle to hit that miraculous spot that would make the brunet fall apart in his hands.

"Ooooh yes! There!" the brunet moaned as the tattoo artist's hard pierced cock rubbed against his prostate.

It was such a wonderful feeling that it almost floated away. His whole body trembled in his hands, his head was spinning, and the air seemed to leave his lungs with each loud groan that escaped his throat, almost tearing it away. Taehyung's grip on his neck was strong, firm, almost suffocating him, but that didn't matter in the slightest.

Jeongguk felt he was dying. He was falling apart into a million pieces in this man's tattooed hands. A man who did not belong to him and to whom he did not belong, and yet at that moment they were one that no one could separate. And it wasn't about the physical closeness of their naked, joined bodies, they were one in some new, inexplicable way. They had something in common that they couldn't put into words, but they both knew it was something they couldn't deny.

When Jeongguk's body began to tremble heavily beneath him, Taehyung knew it only took a moment for the brunet to come. He pushed against his prostate a few more times, until the brunet's back finally arched into a sexy arch, his lips screaming his name as he came, spilling onto the cupboard he was leaning against. The tattoo artist gripped his hips tighter and slid into him a few more times, making long, hard thrusts until he came inside him, filling him to the brim with his hot cum.

Taehyung hugged his body tightly, then kissed his shoulder blade gently, right where his scar was.

"You are amazing," he whispered in his ear, carefully sliding out of him.

Brunet turned towards him and, grabbing his face in his hands, pressed their lips together in a strong, tender kiss. They didn't even know how much time they stood in the middle of this room, completely naked, kissing slowly as if they had all the time of the world to each other, even though they both knew the bitter reality would come back to them in a moment, though neither of them wanted it.

Suddenly, the sound of the tattoo parlor door opening crept into their ears, and they tore their lips reluctantly.

"Fuck, I was supposed to cancel Yoongs' client..." Tae explained, moistening his lips nervously. "Fuck!" He ran his hand through his tousled, slightly sweaty hair. "Stay here. I'll send her off quickly," he said, and began quickly putting on his clothes.

After a while, he ran out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Jeongguk alone. Brunet took a deep breath and ran a trembling hand through his slightly sweaty hair. His whole body was still trembling after such a strong orgasm.

"Fuck!" he swore softly, looking around.

His clothes were lying on the ground, he was still completely naked. He turned back and looked at himself in the mirror. His lips were red, swollen from kisses, and his stomach was stained with his own cum, which also covered the cupboard he was leaning against.

Jesus, what exactly happened? What did he do?

With trembling hands, he grabbed the paper towels and began to quickly wipe his thighs, where the tattoo artist's cum was dripping, then glanced again in the mirror and for a moment he thought he saw Lisa's face reflected in it.

"Jesus..." he gasped softly.

What he has done? He had just cheated on Lisa and what's more, he cheated on her with another man, and he did not even regret it...

He felt as if someone had taken all the air and his head was spinning. He had another panic attack. Another attack that took his breath away, but this time Taehyung was not there to kiss his beautiful lips and steal the breath from his lungs...

He quickly put on his pants and boots, then slipped his black shirt over his shoulders, not even worrying about securing the tattoo, and almost blindly ran out of the room. Tae was standing in the waiting room with a girl, but he almost ran past them and walked quickly towards the exit.

"Jeongguk!" Taehyung called after him as soon as he noticed him.

He looked at the girl, then again at the brunet, who almost ran towards the exit. He couldn't let him go like this. Not after what happened between them.

"Gguk!" he called him again, and when the boy didn't react, he looked at the client. "Sorry, I'll be right back," he said quickly, and ran after him.

He was running down the narrow corridor with his heart beating hard, calling his name. He almost fell on his way out of the studio, but it didn't matter. He had to stop him. He felt that if he let him go now, they might never be found again.

"Gguk! Please wait!" he called, but the brunet ran across the street and got into his Mercedes, driving of quickly with a screech of tires.

The tattoo artist ran back to the studio. He quickly said goodbye to the girl, telling her that Yoongi would call her to make another appointment, then grabbed his phone and dialed Jeongguk, but the boy didn't answer. He didn't even know how many times he had dialed his number, but he kept getting the same effect.

When suddenly the tattoo parlor door opened again and Yoongi appeared in his eyes, he ran up to him quickly.

"Yoongs, please give me your phone. Please," he said quickly.

He was visibly shaky and nervous, so the blond tattoo artist handed him his cell phone without asking. Taehyung quickly dialed Jeongguk's phone and waited with his heart pounding.

"H-hello?" said a trembling, uncertain voice, but he had no doubt it was him. His hand tightened on the phone as if he were afraid it might fall out of his hand.

"Gguk, it's me... Please, come back here. Let's talk..." he said in an equally trembling voice. "I..." he began, but only a dull signal answered him.

He looked at the display and dialed his number again, but the boy didn't answer anymore, he turned and looked at Yoongi, crossing his eyes with him.

"I just screwed up so badly..." he gasped through his clenched throat.

***

Ayashee:

How's your impression?
Did you expect such ending of the tattoo session? 😈

What will Jeongguk do now?
Will he regret the decision he made?
What will Tae do?

xoxo