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𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 *𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘* 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. *𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲*

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '⭐️'

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆏𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

"Ugh! How can I lose them. Was I that drunk?" Jungkook cursed under his breath. After parking his Harley right in front of his newly rented place for his tattoo shop- Euphoria. Yes that's what he also felt as he engraved his graceful touches of ink on people's bodies.

He loved tattoos, as was visible in the beautiful artwork that was littered on his tan skin. Adorning his Adonis self along with the enticing piercing on lower lip, eyebrow and of course the earlobes. All acting as cherry on top to his aphrodisiac self.

Right now he struggled to find the keys to his shop. The latter having been lost in his drunken spree from last night.

A brainwave occurred to him that he may have left them on the bar counter yesterday. As he visited Dionysus just after he had completed his appointments for that day.

"Hyung have I may be, by any chance forgotten any keys at the bar yesterday. I don't remember much but I feel they maybe there. I can't find the keys to my shop and I have to open. I have an appointment in an hour" he left the voicemail hoping his hyung will answer him.

Jin's job required him to stay up till wee hours. So it was unlikely he maybe awake right now.

Shit. He was stuck.

"Who the fck you think you are. You dumb chick! Selling dead flowers to me. Are you blind? Can't you see they are dead!"

"I'm sorry Sir. But the flowers are as fresh as they can get. I only sell fresh flowers."

Jungkook heard a commotion probably caused by a drunk cantankerous man who shouted at a petite woman, towering her while he spat venom on her dainty face.

He just couldn't ignore the petty furore caused by the man as it was just across the street- in front of his very own shop.

The man rashly held your arm attempting to shove you on the ground. But you didn't flinch, holding your ground as well. You were blind not weak.

You knew he was one of those jerks who were too pissed with their existence and released their steam on innocent people.

"Sir you can have a refund if you don't like the flowers. But this is not the way to behave. I will not hesitate to call the police if you decided to cause any more senseless ruckus."

"SENSELESS? YOU DUMB SENSELESS BTCH-" the excuse of existence was about to slap you across the face before his hand was strongly held midway by a tatted toned one.

You couldn't behold the scene. But a black silhouette of a strong figure standing before you and a vanilla musk engulfed your senses. You figured what was happening.

"You jerk. How dare you lay your hand on a woman? Can't you see she's ready to pay you a refund. Back your pathetic self off." Jungkook shoved the guy off your perimeter, shielding you from his drunk antics.

"You feel good by putting your hands on a woman? You fcking coward. I bet you can't even name the flowers you bought. Dare you show your face here again else I'll call the cops"

The man was awoken from his intoxication by Jungkook's fortitude. Taking in his frame he realized he wouldn't stand a chance against him. So he made his poltroon retreat like a mouse to it's shabby hole and left the scene scampering and cursing under his breath.

Jungkook picked up the scattered red Astrantia. Securing them up in the red ribbon which they were wreathed in. Handing you the same.

Red Astrantia- courage, strength and protection.

"Are you okay Miss? You ain't hurt right?" he eyed you from head to toes, genuinely concerned as if eyeing a kicked puppy.

You didn't need anyone's pity.

"I am fine. Thank you for standing up for me" you bowed. Meditating on the ground refusing to look at him.

Not that you could make any eye contact with him or had the ability to. A thing which may creep him out, you figured.

You felt chagrined. Disappointed in yourself. Since day one you had made it a mission at your part to never let people walk over you or mistreat you just because you couldn't behold all the evil (and good) in the world by your naked eyes.

"No. No. That was the least I had to do as a human. I couldn't see a man laying his hand on a woman. If you ever feel uncomfortable you can always call me. I have my shop just across okay?" he motioned to his shop. Thinking you could see it. But who would know better. You adapted pretty well.

He couldn't put a finger on it. But somehow he felt this urgent need to protect you. The scene that unfolded in front of him reminded him of his Dad and how his mother would fail to resist his wrathful acts of incivility towards her.

His father left his mother for another woman. He indulged in infidelity in daytime while purging his guilt in form of domestic violence towards his mother at night.

He still remembered how his mother would stand helpless in front of his Dad and bore everything for sake of her son's well being. Until one day, his Dad got tired of her meek subservience and left them all for good.

Since that day he had pledged he would protect his mother and be more chivalrous towards the womankind in general. As the ill treatment of the latter reminisced him of his own mother in a sentimental way.

"No no it's okay. You may have to open. I am sorry for taking up your time. I can handle this" you bashfully dissuaded him for caring for you anymore lest you would feel too indebted to him.

"Y/N what's up? Why you're still outside? Also I heard people crowding around here. Who's washing their laundry for everyone to see huh?" your mom returned as she shed off the soiled gloves to the chair beside you.

"Oh Jungkook! How are you my son? Is the new place doing you good? How's the vibe? If you ever need any help or feel lost tell me. I've been working here since 10 years. And thank you once again for your help my boy "

"He-lp?" you stuttered fearing your mom had heard everything that transpired while she was away.

You ain't weak.

You don't need pity.

"Oh yes. Jungkookie helped me with those new flower pots the other day. They were too heavy and he offered to carry them inside for me. Such a lovely son. Your mom must really love you Jungkookie." your mother weaved yarns of praise for the said man.

Okay now you felt indebted. He helped your mom too? Does he go around helping people everywhere?

A Samaritan or something?

"You two have met before?"

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