{Dead giveaway}

Boots landing against the pavement, Jungkook found himself trudging down the city streets. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, the night now lit up by the neon lights of the clubs and bars, shinning on the rain-kissed sidewalks. At night you could be anybody, no-one cared who you really were. So in his oversized black denim pants and leather jacket, he continued forwards down the street, car headlights blinding him every so often. 

Jungkook's mind was a blur of hazardous thoughts, each more troubling then the last. It had been five years of freedom for the twenty-one year old male, but now the world had other plans. 

These were the city streets he had felt safe in, and for the most part he was calm here, at home, on the down low with a steady heart beat. Not tonight though. Tonight his heart wanted out of his chest, to beat free of its cage. It pounded like it was going to crack a rib. His senses were on high alert, every colour was brighter, every noise louder, and every stranger a cause to make his heart beat more fiercely still. 

It had been like that since the gang came to town, marking out their turf like a wolf pack. Jungkook wasn't even out in the open much, but they had found him none the less. It was his father's gang, the biggest crime syndicate in all of South Korea... the Jeons. 

Ever since just last week Jungkook had felt danger around every corner, the ink on his arm burning against his skin, a painful reminder of his old position in his father's gang. No matter how much Jungkook wanted out of this drug dealing, murderous, terrifying world, he just couldn't reach his freedom. The last five years of independence bittersweet almost.

"Fucking hell." Jungkook cursed under his breath, bringing a hand to his head as he tugged at his coffee coloured hair. "I hope they leave me alone after this." he muttered, heavy feet dragging to a stop as he came face to face with the place he was looking for. 

As he stood before the tattoo parlour, the bright red neon sign flickered in the darkness, casting a warm hue over Jungkook's tanned skin. The male's eyes flickered up to read the lettering, 'B-ink' spray painted brightly over the windows of the shopfront. 

Sucking in a sharp breath of cold winter air, Jungkook took a step forwards, wrapping a hand around the metal handle of the shopfront before pushing open the glass door. A small bell chimed overhead as he entered, eyes growing slightly wider at the array of different coloured neon lights hung all throughout the studio. The place could almost be mistaken for a nightclub if it wasn't for the countless amounts of sketches and designs hung over the walls, each unique in their own way. 

Closing the door behind him, Jungkook turned towards the front counter, surprised by the eyes already glued to his form. Behind the bench was a relatively slender male, elbows leaning against the marble surface as he rested his head in the palm of his hand. His orange hair was a tousled mess, tuffs poking out in all different directions as he stare at Jungkook with half lidded eyes. 

"Welcome to B-ink." he spoke tiredly, letting out a breath of air, "Have you got an appointment with us, or are you a walk in?"

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, Jungkook strolled up to the counter, "I'm a walk in." he spoke lowly, only now noticing that the male at the counter was noticeably shorter then himself, "I heard you guys do coverups?"

The orange haired male gave a small nod, removing his elbows from the countertop as he straightened himself up, "We do." he spoke flatly, turning to the computer beside him as he began to type up a new document, "And luckily for you, all of our staff are free right now." he chirped, plump lips forming a tight lipped smile as his eyes rose from the computer screen, "Name?"

The brunette gulped, "Jungkook."

"Full name?"

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook removed a hand from his pocket, running it through his wind tousled hair, "It's just Jungkook." he spoke sharply. 

The orange haired male frowned, eyes lowering back to the computer screen as he began to type, "Ok-ay?" he sounded, lips twisted as he asked the next question, "Any kind of style you'd prefer? I can see you've already got some work done." he spoke up, gesturing towards the ink appearing from underneath the sleeve of Jungkook's leather jacket. 

Simply giving a shrug, Jungkook slipped his hand back into his pocket, "Anything's fine, as long as the old tattoo isn't visible."

The orange haired male smiled, "That makes our job easier I guess." he chuckled, hopping away from the computer as he placed his hands firmly against the countertop, "When it comes to coverups, Yoongi is probably the best... he can be a little ruthless with the needle though, so it depends how good your pain tolerance is." he began to explain, strands of orange hair falling softly over his eyes, "I'm also not that bad... probably a lot nicer then Yoongi hyung is."

Jungkook frowned, "I've got a pretty high pain tolerance, but I think you could use something to do for tonight." Jungkook grinned, rocking back on his heel, "You look pretty bored up front."

Letting out a sheepish chuckle, the orange haired male rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah... it's not usually me who mans the front counter, I'm usually in the back tattooing clients."

Slipping his hand out from his pocket, Jungkook rose a brow, "You are?"

"Jimin." the male spoke, sweeping a few pages of documents into his hands before rounding the counter. 

Jungkook's lip rose into a smirk, "Full name?"

Jimin laughed, leading Jungkook back into one of the vacant rooms, "It's just Jimin." he replied, twisting the metal handle and pushing open the door to his studio. 

The room was set up neatly, bottles of ink stacked up against the silver tray perched beside the single black tattoo bed. Against the plain white walls were an array of different sketches, each one shaded to perfection. The line work appeared almost flawless, the majority of the designs appearing to be single needle flowers or large pieces of work. 

As Jungkook took a seat against the tattoo bed, he couldn't help but frown as Jimin rolled up his sleeves, revealing his bare and ink-less arms, "You don't have any tattoos." Jungkook stated, watching as the orange haired male pulled out a small box of gloves, taking a pair before sliding them on. 

Jimin shook his head, "I've got one on the side of my torso... but that's about it." he spoke, carefully picking up his tattoo gun as he examined the fine needles. Making sure his equipment was sanitary, Jimin collapsed into his chair, making himself comfortable beside the tattoo bed.

"Alright." he sounded, gesturing towards Jungkook's arm, "Lets see what we're working with."

Adams apple bobbing in his throat, Jungkook slowly removed his leather jacket, revealing the plain black t-shirt he wore underneath. He leant back momentarily, pulling up the sleeves of his t-shirt to expose his shoulders. His forearms were streaked with veins that sat comfortably on his silky golden skin. Ink was engraved over his entire right arm, curving and spiralling from design to design as the different pieces fit together like a perfectly painted portrait. Each design was done in a noticeably different style, but the grayscale of it all tied them in perfectly.  

Reaching out with a latex gloved hand, Jimin took ahold of Jungkook's arm, trailing his fingers lightly over a couple of the more complex designs. "This is really well done." he spoke in awe, lips parted as his eyes danced over each and every detail. "Which tattoo are you looking to get covered up?" he asked, gaze not leaving the male's arm. 

Biting down against his tongue, Jungkook reluctantly point a finger at a single tattoo that sat nicely on his forearm. 

It was an image of a serpent coiling itself around a bouquet of wilting flowers, almost as if the snake was suffocating the life from the dainty plant. The tattoo was a single needle design, the detailing of the serpent's scales so complex that they drew your eyes away from the delicate roses underneath.  

There was a moment of silence that lasted in the studio, Jungkook's lips twisting into a frown as he failed to hear Jimin's opinion. So leaning back against his hand, Jungkook rose his head to meet Jimin's gaze. 

And that's when he found himself growing pale. 

Jimin's hands were frailty and caution, shaking gently as he drew himself away from the brunette. His movements were fearful, palms beginning to sweat under his latex gloves as he pushed himself away. 

Gnawing at the inside of his cheek, Jungkook couldn't help but fall frozen at the sight of Jimin's skin noticeably paling, the male clenching his fists against his lap as he let out a shaky breath. "Jungkook." he spoke lowly, sending a cold shiver down the back of Jungkook's spine at the way his name dangerously left his lips,

"I'm afraid I can't let you leave."

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{Author Note}

Hello and welcome to my new BTS Group fanfic! 

I had such a blast writing 'The Survivors' and I remember a lot of you asking for a BTS Mafia/Gang related Au... so here you guys have it!