"Surprised to see you here again so soon, petal."

Jimin looks out of place with his pastel pink hair and striped fluffy sweater and ripped light blue skinny jeans and general air of innocence. his facial expression is even remnant of a deer in headlights. it's oddly cute. Yoongi doesn't let himself explore that thought any further.

"Uhm.. yeah, I lost a bet with Tae, so..." his words trail off but their meaning is not lost on Yoongi. the elder could easily tell that Jimin is not the type to get a tattoo out of the blue with zero thought - he's always been sentimental and Yoongi could sense it even way back when, when they first met.

"You're here for a consultation. take a seat." he says it like a fact because it is. Jimin doesn't complain as they both walk over to the small table specifically designed for these sorts of things (although Yoongi would be lying if he said that he and Jungkook had not eaten last-minute take-out and played board games with the sign on the door flipped to closed and Namjoon blowing up their phones asking where they were on that table.)

Yoongi pulls out his sketchbook and notepad. The trusty black pen they had been using for God knows how long had just run out yesterday and the only other pen they had lying around was a bright pink gel pen that Jungkook had found at Seokjins house, it seemed as though somebody had left it there.

They discuss dates and details and Yoongi feels a small smile grow on his face when Jimin tells him what he wants to get. He remembers the forgotten memory of when his work was purely ballpoint and non-permanent. Something akin to accomplishment bubbles in his chest for no specific reason. He's just proud of himself. Of how far he's come.

"You just want the outline like back in high school?" Yoongi asks. "Oh, god, yes. I have a shit pain tolerance so I don't think I'll be able to handle anything too detailed." Jimin looks at Yoongis tattoos. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt but had rolled them up so the gallery on his arms were visible. The pinkette sees many things and, in retrospect, they seem as though they should clash - a wave of stylized ocean and the body of a snake wrapped all the way down definitely don't go together - but, surprisingly, it's all coherent and beautiful.

The black-haired man chuckles at the youngers words. "So you want it in the same place?" "Uh, Taehyung wanted it to go up to my neck a little bit so I can't easily hide it. He says it's for revenge or whatever." Yoongi makes eye contact with him, seemingly interested now. "Did you make him get Jungkooks initials?"

Jimin flushes pink "...Yeah... But he's the one who brought it up! I just made him stick to it." Yoongi cocks his head. "Why Jungkook?" "Isn't it obvious? Tae has had the fattest crush on him since day one! They're both just too oblivious to see it!" The elder nods. "I see... Let's start designing your tattoo, shall we?"

-

It was now the day Jimin was going to get tattooed, for real. To say he was scared was an understatement. Taehyung had decided to tag along (for 'moral support' he says but Jimins all too aware of the fact he's really here to see a mix of his pain and Jungkook - the bastard.) Yoongi had fitted him in at Twelve thirty, his third client. When they had entered the building, Jimin realized that they were the only customers in sight.

Yoongi's already set up for him and wordlessly gestures to the seat when he sees him. Jimin does as he's told obediently, too nervous to stir up a fight - especially since Yoongi will be holding a sharp object up to his neck pretty soon. Taehyung immediately drifts over to Jungkook and they get to talking. Jimin rolls his eyes at the obvious romantic tension that surrounds the two. But he's also kind of a hypocrite.

The elder plops down on his chair, although it looks expensive its old age is revealed by the way it squeaks when weight is applied. Yoongi looks at him with an unmaskable glimmer in his dark, siren eyes. Jimin feels his heart skip a beat, he just pins it to his anxiety.

Jimin had already shaved this morning so Yoongi didn't have to do it for him. "Alright, so... Since you want it from your shoulder to your neck, you're gonna have to take your shirt off." The younger already knew this fact but hearing it come from Yoongi's mouth made him feel all hot. Nonetheless, he complies and immediately feels goosebumps arise across his torso. Perhaps it's because he's scared, or because it's freezing in the studio, or because Yoongi is currently staring at him with unreasonable heat crackling in his eyes. He crosses off that last option simply because he doesn't want to jump to conclusions.

Taehyung, from where he was sat practically on Jungkook's lap, whistles at Jimins shirtless-ness. The pinkette laughs at that and feels some of the fear in him begin to fade. Yoongi cleans his bare shoulder and neck with a wet wipe to prep it for the stencil. His hands are large and pale, something Jimins noticed before but somehow can't stop thinking about right now.

Then, on goes the stencil. Even though the room is chilly, the stencil seems even colder. Jimin represses a shiver as Yoongi presses it down, smoothing it out against his fair skin. Once it's dry enough, the black-haired man proceeds to remove the stencil paper which seems to want to hold onto his skin. "Okay, that's gonna take about fifteen to twenty minutes to dry." He tells the younger. Then, Yoongi turns to Jungkook. "Go get me a coffee will you?" Jungkook pouts briefly but that's all seemingly for show as he easily stands.

"Wanna come with?" The purple head of hair asks the second youngest in the room. "Sure! Jimin, will you be okay without me?" Taehyung looks over concerningly at his friend. "I'm not even getting tattooed yet, idiot, I'll be fine."

-

Taehyung had gotten a hot chocolate and Jimins happy that he's not trying to change himself for anyone else anymore. Jungkook has an iced something, the pinkette is handed his usual and Yoongi is handed a black coffee, Jimin scrunches his nose at him. "You actually like that?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "Yes? Do you have a problem with that?" The youngers expression of disgust only deepens. "Yep. I have a massive problem with that. Are you sure your tastebuds are working?" The elder scoffs, "Need I remind you that I will be literally stabbing a needle into your body repeatedly. I don't think you wanna get mouthy with me."

Jimin just sticks his tongue out before taking a sip of his actually good drink. Behind the safety of his red cup, the pinkette lets his cheeks grow the same shade of red as his stomach does this strange flip. Usually, Yoongis insults only made Jimin angry. But this was different.

Jimin finally agreed that something was wrong with him and promised himself that he would think about it later.

Just not right now.

Not when Yoongi will be so close to his neck that he'll feel and maybe even smell his hot, minty breath. Not when his eyes will be focused on him in that same way they did all these years ago. Not when the only distraction from the pain will be Yoongis' pretty face...

There was definitely something wrong.

Yoongi places his cup down and Jimin feels compelled to do the same. The stencil had left a navy blue mark but the actual tattoo will be in ebony. Hopefully, the lines will be thin enough that they don't give Jimin too much attention. Taehyung had finally left Jungkooks side and stolen his wheely chair to sit on the other side of Jimin.

"Don't worry, Jiminie, I'll hold your hand!" The pinkette wants to tell him that he's not a small child and can take care of himself but immediately takes the larger hand when it's offered to him. He's scared, can you blame him? Yoongi starts up the tattoo gun after inserting the ink into it. He holds it in his right hand and has a tissue in his left. "You ready?" He smiles a devilish smirk and all Jimin can do is tighten his grip on Taehyungs hand and nod his head. "I'm ready..."

When the first line is applied, Jimin flinches whilst letting out a small whimper. The needle pierces his skin and inserts ink into it. It seems as though there is too much ink as it explodes in a puddle but then Yoongi wipes it away with the tissue, revealing a thin and pretty line. The pain isn't that bad, Jimin finds. It's akin to the scratch of a kitten's claw - but constant. He's not an idiot, though, he knows that the pain will probably get worse the longer his skin gets abused.

The process repeats itself a couple more times and Jimin is proud of himself for not crying. But then, but then, the sharp head of the needle meets the soft and supple skin between Jimin's shoulder and neck. The pain is substantial and shocking. The pinkette gasps trying his best not to move and mess the tattoo up, instead, he settles for squeezing Taehyungs hand so tight he hears him hiss in pain but pays it no mind.

The pain doesn't go away and it's tormenting. Jimin's shaking like a leaf despite his best efforts, he looks over to Yoongi who doesn't even seem to register his pain as he falls into that deep state of concentration. His eyes are darker than usual and his gaze burns Jimins shoulder even more. That small mole that the younger had spotted back in high school was still there and was still as cute as ever. Jimin didn't have time to appreciate it however as Yoongi goes higher. Somehow the skin there is even more sensitive and it stings like hell.

When the needle drifts downward once more, Jimin throws his head back and lets it bang harshly against the leather headrest. The pain that resounds is dull and pounding, a direct contrast and nice distraction from the concentrated and stabbing pain of the tattoo. Another whimper leaves his lips but it sounds more like a whine, high and breathy. Jimin's almost embarrassed but finds that the pain is too much for him to care.

Taehyung seems too entranced with watching the tattoo to notice Jimins embarrassing noises and Yoongi had pretty much zoned him out the minute the tattoo gun was switched on. With that established, Jimin doesn't hold back his sounds of pain, he belatedly realizes that he's also sweating like crazy but still feels immensely cold. It's a weird combination that makes him feel like he's got a fever or something but he knows that's not the case.

"Fuuuuck..." He half whispers, half whimpers. Yoongi had directed the needle upwards again so Jimins head was stuck against the headrest and blood begins to hurriedly rush to his brain, it's an exhilarating feeling.His intensive sweating has probably made his face all red and when he glances down, all he can see is the top of Yoongis' dark, soft-looking hair. He finds that he wants to see his face.

The studio is silent save for the buzz of the instrument Yoongi is using and Jimins sort of suggestive but mostly pain-induced sounds. The pinkette wonders where Jungkook is but when the needle moves back down to his shoulder, he finds he doesn't care and immediately moves his head back to a normal position.

He can see Yoongi face again and he's now looking up at him. There's something off about his expression but the eye contact they share is intense and Jimin feels self-conscious about how he probably looks like a debauched mess. Yoongi swallows seemingly nothing before the gun is switched off. Glancing at the clock, Jimin can see that they've been at this for half an hour.

"Let's take a break, yeah?" "Y-yeah.. Okay, thanks..."

Jimin suddenly realizes that Yoongis face is also red.