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Jungkook glances at the clock. His last client has left a moment ago. His receptionist Yeri has finished working for today, too. Jungkook closes the cash box and puts it away. He yawns. He worked hard, had scheduled
many clients for today. Jungkook goes into the back room to pack up his equipment. After a moment he can hear the door bell ring. Someone has entered the studio. Jungkook curses. He has forgotten to lock the door. He throws his gloves on the lounger and heads to the front.
A guy is sitting on the armchair, flipping through a brochure.
"Hey, we are closed. Please come again tomorrow."
The guy looks up startled, drops the brochure to the floor. He is handsome, wearing gold frame glasses. His cheeks are flushed.
"Hey, did you hear what I just said? We are closed."
"But the door was clo- open!" The guy slurrs and stands up on shaking legs. He staggers. "Open. I could open it."
Jungkook curses when he realizes that handsome guy is drunk as hell. "But you need to leave. We. are. closed," Jungkook says. He speaks slowly, hopes that the drunk will get it. He approaches him.
"I want a tattoo."
Jungkook can smell the alcohol on his breath. He studies the guy's face. He is even prettier from upclose. "I said, we are closed."
"I said, I want a tattoo!"
Jungkook reaches out and rubs his forehead. He looks into the guy's large, unique eyes. "That's great. But not tonight, buddy. Go."
"I want a tattoo on my butt," handsome guy slurrs, ignoring everything Jungkook is saying.
"Good for you. We are still closed."
Jungkook bends down and picks up the brochure. He stares at the guy, who seems to wait. "What's your name?"
"My name is Taehyung and I want a tattoo. I need one."
"Taehyung. Come again tomorrow morning and make an appointment, alright? And then I can-"
"I want a tattoo on my butt right now," Taehyung slurrs again and starts stumbling to the back.
"Hey, that's not the exit."
"I am not leaving."
Jungkook groans and follows him, lowers his eyes to Taehyung's butt. "A good place for a tattoo though," he mutters under his breath. If it would have been another drunk, Jungkook would have grabbed him by the collar and kicked him out of the studio by now, but Taehyung is cute.
"Bring your tattoo gun and let's go," Taehyung slurrs and approaches the lounger. He points on his right butt cheek. "I want a tattoo right here."
Jungkook chuckles and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "On your pants?"
"Yes." Taehyung shakes his head. "No! On my butt!"
Jungkook approaches Taehyung when the latter starts fiddling with the zipper of his pants. "What are you doing? Stop. I will not tattoo you right now."
Taehyung turns around and looks at him with a hurt expression on his face. "But you are a tattoo artist. Look at your arms."
"That's not the point. As I said, we are closed and you need an appointment. And you are drunk as hell. I am not tattooing drunk people."
"I am not drunk, and I made an appointment."
Jungkook laughs at Taehyung's serious expression.
"I want this," Taehyung mumbles and reaches out, points at Jungkook's initials tattooed on his arm.
"You want a JK on your butt?"
"Yes. I like the letters. They look pretty."
"And what does JK mean, Taehyung?"
"I don't know. Just Kiss?"
Jungkook bursts out laughing. He stretches. "Okay, listen. I had fun, but you really need to go now. I am tired."
"Then give me the tattoo gun. I will do it by myself."
"No. You need to go." Jungkook takes hold of Taehyung's arm. "Come on. I will help you to-"
"No! I want a tattoo!" Taehyung pushes Jungkook away. "Can't you hear what I am saying?"
Before Jungkook can stop Taehyung, the latter pulls his pants down and hops on the lounger. Jungkook scoffs. He lowers his eyes and gasps. Taehyung is wearing panties, leaving nothing to the imagination. His thick thighs begging to be squeezed.
"Mister tattoo artist. Please get your gun."
Jungkook doesn't know what to do. He tries not to stare at Taehyung's thighs. "Do you have tattoos?"
"No."
"They hurt like hell. And if you will do one on your butt- you won't be able to sit for weeks," Jungkook lies, hopes it will scare Taehyung. "Do you really want that?"
"Mister tattoo artist, I am a big boy. I can handle it," Taehyung says with a smile and lays down on his belly. "Let's go."
Jungkook's eyes fall on Taehyung's butt and he curses. He is fucking sexy. Jungkook resists the urge to grasp his bubbly ass.
"I am waiting."
Jungkook averts his eyes from Taehyung's butt. He squats down in front of him to look him
in the eyes. "Alcohol thins the blood. Getting a tattoo drunk will hurt even more. And the healing process-"
"I said, I am not drunk. Pull my panties down and start working."
"Okay, just to make it clear, no one is going to put here someone's panties down!" Jungkook bends down and grabs Taehyung's pants. He throws them on top of him, covering his butt.
"Put them on. It's enough."
Taehyung whines and starts kicking his legs- like a kid throwing a tantrum. "I will stay here until I will get my tattoo!"
Jungkook takes a deep breath. He doesn't want to call the cops on Taehyung. He is too cute
for that. He reaches out and starts tickling him.
Taehyung starts laughing and sits up, tries to slap Jungkook's hands away. "Stop. I will die," he manages to say. "I am very ticklish."
Jungkook stares at his beautiful smile. He takes the chance and grabs Taehyung's arms, pulls him off the lounger. "It's time to go home. You need to sleep."
Taehyung reaches out and trails his fingertips down Jungkook's arm. "Wow. Your tattoos are so hot. Maybe I want the same. You can tattoo all of them on my butt. It's big enough-"
"Okay, you are talking bullshit. Take your pants."
Taehyung huffs, but he grabs his pants and tries to put them on. He keeps swaying dangerously.
"I will steady you. Put them on," Jungkook says and wraps an arm around Taehyung's tiny
waist. "You are lucky I am such a gentleman." Jungkook guides Taehyung to the front door, relieved that he isn't fighting against it
anymore. "Will you find your way back home, or do you want me to call a taxi?"
"I live around the corner, mister tattoo artist."
"I am Jungkook."
"I live around the corner, Jungkook."
"Alright." Jungkook opens the door. "Bye, Taehyung."
"I will come again tomorrow and then you will tattoo my butt, right?"
"Yes, sure. Bye."
"Bye, mister Jungkook."