*JUNGKOOK POV*

jungkook pointed his index finger to his chest. "yeah, right there will be good."

the tattoo artist nodded, seizing the tattoo machine that connected to the power supply. she started by cleansing jungkook's chest with alcohol wipes.

"what tattoo would you like this time?"

the ravenette unbinded a breath full of stress. he barely even considered what design he wanted while entering the shop.

"just do whatever," he replied. "just make sure it's not corny."

the artist hummed in agreement before swiftly activating her tattoo pen. she placed it on his chest and inked whatever her brain led her to.

although jungkook was no stranger to tattoos, the prickling sensation took him by a blow. he hissed, waiting for his nerves to relax after the first few seconds.

he originally scheduled an appointment with taehyung to pay for his first tattoo, but it was highly evident that wasn't the plan anymore.

as a result, he decided to take advantage of this situation and use taehyung's appointment to get himself a chest tattoo. he had been planning on it, anyway.

the ravenette sunk back into the reclining chair and relaxed as the tattoo ink permanently stained his muscled chest. he took this opportunity to collapse deep inside his mind.

if his thoughts were visible, they'd be an irreversible explosion. they'd be chaotic turns of shock coming together as one person:

taehyung.

the ravenette had yet to forgive taehyung for falsely accusing dokyeom of such gruesome acts. the feeling of disgust and regret of ever meeting the blue-haired male in the first place clung to his stomach.

he grew nauseous thinking of the things taehyung very likely did to his vulnerable best friend.

i should've known he was a whore, jungkook thought.

"you look deep in thought," the artist prattled. she took a brief pause and peeked up at the ravenette. there was a hint of concern on her face, granted that they barely knew each other. "what's with you?"

the sadness was a cloak jungkook simply couldn't let fall to the floor. the memories of taehyung's departure drained through him.

"it's just some dumb drama with this boy i used to mess with," jungkook confirmed. "we weren't meant to be, anyway."

the artist hummed. she resumed in the tracing of his tattoo. "and what happened?"

"i caught him and my best friend together," the ravenette's voice started rising, "and then he lied and said my friend sexually assaulted him. man, fuck him!"

the lady nodded. she brushed her violet hair back and kept her eyes on his chest. "did he admit to lying?"

"no, but—"

"then it's your fault."

"huh?!" jungkook yelled.

the lady firmly held jungkook's fists to his side to refrain him from lashing any aggression out on her. she'd been giving tattoos for years now and knew all the ropes. although they had only known each other for minutes now, she already understood the limits of his temper.

"you heard me," she blankly stated. "either way, you should always believe the victim.

jungkook gritted his teeth. "why are you defending him so much? you have a fucking crush on him or something?!"

"i'm a lesbian, dumbass."

she shook her head. "look, if you're gonna throw a tantrum over being wrong, at least wait till i'm finished with your tattoo. i don't want you getting hurt."

jungkook huffed. he clasped his lips closed, feeling the steaming build up of his anger that he wanted to let loose.

this was a woman he didn't even know the name of. taehyung wasn't her business to even the smallest extent, meaning she didn't need to add her two cents. her assumption was wrong.

it was after forty-five minutes that she powered off the tattoo machine and rotated jungkook's seat to astonish him with the big reveal. she flicked on the big light.

"viola."

the ravenette let out his expression of surprise. the tattoo was of such perfection. the delicately carved out wings complimented his prominent biceps. it was as though the tattoo was crafted by angels themselves.

"woah."

"it suits you," she commented.

the tattoo stole his attention so much to the point where he almost lost remembrance of their minor brawl over taehyung. he placed the wad of cash in her hand and threw on his rain jacket.

"thank you," he spoke dryly.

the lady laughed at his pettiness. "see you another time, jungkook."

the ravenette threw up his middle finger and departed from the parlor.

she could already tell they would be great friends.

↴

jungkook locked his car door, brushing the dust off his cotton sweater.

it was a brainless decision to get a tattoo at two in the morning, but there was no other option. he'd rather be productive and lively than stare at his bedroom ceiling due to sleep deprivation.

it took a moment for him to navigate himself  to the entrance door of his home. the sky's darkness made it seem like the world was etched with charcoal. the blanket of darkness that masked the sun encouraged him of the tiredness he had been searching for in days.

"some sleep would be great right now..."

jungkook disarmed the household's alarm and entered the house. the warmth of the fireplace sheltered him with a comfortable feeling. he was confused on why it was started up in the first place but assumed it was dokyeom.

he switched on the main light in the living room before tripping on his steps in surprise.

what...

jungkook gasped in disbelief. his heart skipped an abnormal amount of beats.

a petite-bodied male was situated on his couch, fiercely staring into jungkook's eyes. his legs were crossed in a polite manner, but the enraged look on his face contradicted it.

jungkook had no idea who he was.

the unknown male shook the blonde hair from out of his eyes and his chubby cheeks twitched upward to display the unrestrained fury he was feeling. if one didn't know the context, they would have assumed that jungkook killed his entire family.

"uh, who the hell are you?" jungkook questioned in confusion.

"i'm jimin."

jungkook stood there, motionless and unable to speak.

by jimin, was he referring to taehyung's best friend jimin? the jimin that supposedly lived more than thousand miles away?

the ravenette was stunned, to say the least.

as expected, his blood ran cold. "w-what are you doing in my house? how did you get in?"

jimin snickered. he picked at his perfectly shaped cuticles, pointing his short finger at the ravenette soon after.

"we need to talk."