╺ tattoo parlor

@★ jungkook j。 “Me too.” The ride back was mundane in itself, which bird’s playing their game of ‘rush in front of the giant truck and hope to not get hit’, and people jaywalking. It’s a good thing his brakes are on point. Yugyeom slides out of his truck none too gracefully, not even using the running board to step on, and instead, he lets his body be dragged down by the force of gravity. He slams his door shut, and follows after Jungkook. “Yes. A nap.” He yawns into his palm, utterly pooped.

His hand grips Jungkook’s, and he gently tugs him to the back, the most efficient way to get to his room. Unlocking his door, and pushing in, only to toss his keys and phone onto the sofa, and start undressing all the way to the bed. He needs some sleep. All kinds of sleep. “Don’t play with my when I go to sleep.” He points towards his boyfriend, because he’s stripping down to his skivvies, his underpants a bit crusted ( ew ) from the pool chemicals that hadn’t been properly washed off.

Yugyeom falls flat onto their bed, and shucks himself under the blankets, before lifting the comforter, and beckoning Jungkook under. “Be careful of your tattoo.” He’s making sure to sleep on the opposite side so he can cuddle his boy in his sleep, being the ever so clingy sleeper.

@★ yugyeom k。[h] Jungkook's fingers curl around Yugyeom's, and one is soon extending to gently graze over the curvature of his jaw.

How perfect, he was. "And are you." The male responded softly, releasing his lower lip from the grip of his pearly whites in order to respond to the kiss whole-heartedly. Christ, he really was the definition of soft while around Yugyeom. Then again, it wasn't really much of a problem at all. The clearing of the tattoo artists throat however, scared the out of him. Right. They were still here. At the tattoo parlor. Jungkook nods along to each and every direction, making sure that he's got it all bullet pointed in his mind. But even if he did forget, Yugyeom would know what to do. He always does.

"Yeah, let's go home."

--------TIME SKIP.

"I'm pooped." Jungkook yawns as they arrive back at the house, and he's lazily hopping out of the truck in order to begin making his way into the house. There were a good amount of things that could factor into his sudden exhaustion.... the alcohol, their little -- play session, the heat. All of it was beginning to come together, as the male propped his shoulder against one of the wooden stills that connected to a high balcony. He was waiting for his lover, watching him as if he was slow motion running on the beach like the cast of Baywatch. When he was really just stepping out of the car, shutting the door and walking to him. His own jaw was agape, but thankfully, he'd released himself from his trance before he could drool. "Let's take a nap?"

@★ jungkook j。 He stares at the tattoo, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he gazes at its beauty. Honestly, it is a beauty. His hand moves to cup his cheek, then, as he reads the words in awe, and though his name isn't on it, though it has no date, and no direct tie to him, it means everything - because the truth is between the lines. The delicate way their pinkies had been held together that day, how they'd clicked so well, and how time will take them where ever it may please. Just to get lost. And he's always lost, willingly, in Jungkook's arms.

"I love it." He whispers with conviction, reaching up to take Jungkook's free hand, and bring a kiss to his knuckle, there. "I love it so, so much. It's perfect- you're perfect." Yugyeom nods, and leans forward to catch his lips with his, before hearing the soft 'ahem' of the tattoo artist behind them. "Uh, so -" The artist begins, peeling off his gloves. "Paperwork is up front. Yug, you know how to keep tattoos clean. Make sure to..." And Yugyeom drowns out the mandatory droning the other male goes on with, knowing he has to.

When the sounds finish, he helps Jungkook up, making sure to keep all fabric away from the fresh tattoo ( even if it's covered ), before bringing him up to the front desk. "We can take off that," He gestures to the plastic wrapped bandage, "in, like, 6 hours. Perfect for a nap." He snickers, and pays with that nifty credit card he's always used since they've been together. He reaches down and takes his hand, twining his fingers with his.

"Let's go home?"

@★ yugyeom k。 "When you say it like that, it sounds like i'm about to give birth." Jungkook attempts to joke through his panic. But Yugyeom was right, and he did just as he said. When his gaze wasn't closed, it was following everything that his lover was doing - whether it was rubbing his feet or showing him these... kitten videos. Okay, so - it wasn't too bad. There were a few times where tears pricked at his eyes, and it did /hurt/ like a , but at least the artist warned him that it would before hand. When it did hurt pretty badly, he'd squeeze Yugyeom's hand in his, quite tightly at that. Occasionally too, it felt as if a panic attack would be coming along. Luckily though, he was too drunk to be that panicked. And jeez, it wasn't that serious. It wasn't a needle, it was like -- one hundred needles working at once. But he didn't know that, thank god he didn't know that.

"Ready to see?"

Already? It felt like it had only been ten minutes or so. "I want a cat now, thanks to those videos." Jungkook's index finger pauses the video on his phone. His fingers detach from Yugyeom's and he nudges himself off of the bench (and he hisses, mainly because his hips were sore from earlier) and over to the mirror attached to the wall to look at it. "Woah." It was... perfect. Everything that he wanted it to be and more. "That's amazing." He calls back to the tattoo artist, and he can't take his eyes off of it. The index finger of his right hand raises to lightly graze over it and - it feels weird. Of course it did. Finally, he raises his gaze to look at his lover through the mirror and he's biting his lip with a growing grin, using that same hand to cover it before turning on his heels.

"Wanna see?" He questions, even though he knows the answer. He's anticipating his reaction to it, very much so. And when he knows that he's got his full attention, he removes his hand to reveal the outline of two connected pinkie's with the phrase "let's get lost" floating above it. Jungkook knew the rules of getting tattoos, "don't get your lovers name" "don't get an anniversary date", but this.. this was enough. It was the first time they touched each other that first night at the baseball field, the first time that his heart fluttered. It was just before they went to the drive-in together, where they had their first kiss. So many memories could be symbolized by this one promise that they'd made with two fingers. "Do you like it?" His whisper is soft, and his heart his racing.

He loved it. And he loved Yugyeom.

// this is the tattoo: https://i.imgur.com/CxCZuqq.jpg
with this phrase: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1f/4f/ac/1f4fac7b31954063d9e575abb383448f.png

@★ jungkook j。 "I'm not -- Oh, c'mon," He *snorts* at his lover as he looks at him with such scrutiny, as though Yugyeom is actually trying to see ( and maybe he is, but he'd never admit it to Jungkook! ). Despite his boyfriend's adorable, drunken manners to hide his tattoo, he doesn't need them, for Yugyeom turns, and makes a point to close his eyes, and even cover them with one palm. That is, until he hears that soft whisper of fear, and he feels warmth around his free hand. Yugyeom's palm drops, and he gives a gentle squeeze to Jungkook's palm, before leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Just think about how pretty it's gonna be." He whispers against his skin, making sure not to look over at the work the tattoo artist is currently prepping. He can, however, see the needle gun raising, and he makes his second point of the night to look Jungkook in the eye, and hold his gaze. "Whatever you do, you're going to look at me, okay? You're going to look, and you're going to squeeze my hand, and it's going to be okay." It isn't a needle. It's an artist's tool. Not a needle. He'll see it soon enough, even if this ends up being his ... last tattoo. At least he can bravely say he's done it.

Yugyeom, for the next hour or so, has taken to resting his head on numerous parts of Jungkook's body. On his shoulder, his chest, his bicep, occasionally helping him stretch when the tattoo artist tells him to, even going down to massage his feet and calves because they might ache from sitting for too long. Currently, he's on his knees, but he's showing Jungkook little videos of cats ( even if he isn't looking ), all fat, waddly kittens bouncing from left to right, hissing at their brother's and sister's. He doesn't even notice the tattoo artist getting up, and finishing off everything, until he's wiping at the ink that's running off, and going through the last few motions of really cleaning Jungkook off. He vaguely hears him say 'ready to see?' before he looks away, only wanting to look when Jungkook gives permission.

@★ yugyeom k。 "'Do I get any kind of hint what it is?'" Now Jungkook was repeating him in a higher pitch, though he claps his hands together with a joyous laugh after doing so. Touchy drunk? Check. Loud drunk? Check. Obnoxious drunk? ...............To be determined. The male hums out a 'no' while his pinky curls around Yugyeom's and gives it just a tiny squeeze. He's looking at the tattoo parlor as the other parks, eyeing it for a moment and -- surely, he would be on the brink of passing out if he weren't drunk. But thank god for alcohol, in this kind of situation. But even now, nerves bubble in his stomach. But his free hand raises to smack his cheek, and internally, he's giving himself a pep talk. Something along the lines of 'you've never felt this brave before,' 'they aren't big needles like shots,' and ' it up'.

Deep breath. Aaaaaaand exhale.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go." He repeats in anticipation, fingers fumbling to unbuckle his seat belt and open the door. He's careful to not fall as he steps out of the truck and nudges the door shut with his hips, and he's repetitively bouncing lightly onto his toes as he waits for his lover in anticipation. And when he's finally by his side, Jungkook is taking his hand and leading him inside with him. As they enter, you can hear the faint sound of buzzing, and the guys working there have tattoos on their skulls, beneath their eyes and..... they're intimidating. Okay, shake it off. You've got this. Jungkook bites down onto his lower lip as he steps towards the counter and he pauses. "We didn't make an appointment, but," "Oh, that's fine. We're accepting walk-ins today. Did you email your photo to us?"

The next few minutes are mentally tiring for the drunken male as he pulls his phone out. His sight is blurry as he searches for what he wanted, and keep in mind he's rejecting any help that Yugyeom is trying to offer so that his tattoo is kept a secret. Then the stencil is printed, and soon he's laying down on the seat with his shirt off. "I want it right on my bicep," He voices, attempting not to sound too drunk but alas, he fails. And when the stencil is on, he takes hold of the mini mirror that is offered to him to look at it. Jungkook looks to Yugyeom, as if saying 'make sure you don't look' before raising the mirror to look at it, and nodding in approval. "Alright, if you can just lay back and relax, we can go ahead and get started on it." Jungkook nods, and he's biting down into his lower lip.

"I'm nervous." He breathes, reaching out to grip at Yugyeom's hand for some kind of comfort. But if he wasn't drunk, he'd either be passed out or they'd be on the way home.