32 days left.

"I want a tattoo."

Jungkook looked up from his phone immediately at the statement. Almost dropping his jaw, he stared at me as if I was some type of lunatic.

"You're catching flies Kook." I remarked, grabbing the straw in my smoothie and taking a slurp.

It was a nice day in mid-March. Despite the cool weather that typically characterizes the first month of spring, the sun was shining and making it nice be out. Jungkook and I had went to a cafe, as I had something to tell him.

It was the first weekend since I found out how many days I had left.

It felt awful, the way I was treated. My parents called me every other hour to check up on me, which I of course appreciated, but it also was a constant reminder of the short amount of time I had left.

My parents had talked to my school and my classes had been reduced. It gave me more time to hang out with Jungkook and with my family, but it also made me feel sick. I wasn't feeling physically sick all the time, but emotionally, knowing how my parents were already grieving and my classes were reduced with the only reason being my situation.

It made me feel ill, which was the last thing I wanted.

Which was exactly why I didn't tell Jungkook. I wanted to feel normal. I didn't want him to also act different towards me if he knew. I knew he would, who wouldn't? I already anticipated the looks he would give me if I told him. I didn't want him to worry. Nor did I want pity.

"You want a what?"

"A tattoo." I smiled.

"Since when? I thought it was a waste of money?" Jungkook spoke still rather confused.

"You're still holding a grudge? I already said I'm sorry Jungkook." I rolled my eyes.

Jungkook's left arm was almost covered in tattoos. Once when he showed me a few new ones, I accidentally spilled that it was a waste of money. In my defense, the new tattoos were overlapping some old ones! So technically it was a waste of money. It just came out wrong.

"Yes I am." He pointed his nose at the sky, acting as if he was offended.

I rolled my eyes once again and huffed as I leant back in the chair and crossed my arms.

"I'm thinking something simple on my wrist." I muttered, looking out the window of the cafe and onto the street.

"You're actually serious about this?" He looked at me, still with a disbelieving gaze.

"What, you don't think I'll do it?" I spoke growing mildly annoyed.

I'm not that boring, am I?

"No no, I believe you." He unattached his eyes from mine, "I'm just..." He shrugged and pouted his lower lip indifferently, "surprised."

I grabbed my milkshake and drank some more of it. Jungkook did the same.

"So, wanna come?" I questioned after a moment of silence.

"Now?"

"Yeah now, when else?"

"Y/n you need to book a time for that." He chuckled mockingly.

"Wow, I didn't know Mr. Tattoo Expert. I thought I could just walk in, get a tattoo and leave even without paying!" I deadpanned.

"Really?"

"No Jungkook!" I raised my voice a bit out of annoyance due to his stupidity.

"Relax princess, I was just playing along." Jungkook laughed at my outburst, "So you have booked an appointment?"

Saying I wanted to choke him long enough to make those smirking lips to beg for mercy would be an understatement. Instead I just let my hand cover my face in disbelief at his ignorance.

"So have you thought about what you want?" Jungkook asked as we stood in front of the tattoo shop.

"Not really, I'm thinking something simple." I muttered lowly.

"Well while you're thinking we might as well just step inside the shop?"

I looked back at Jungkook who was raising a brow. It wasn't like we'd been standing there for long. Only a few minutes while I looked at the poster hanging on the window next to the entrance. It was actually really scary.

It was the first time I myself would choose to be pricked by a needle.

Did he know how much more terrifying it was for me when I was going to let someone prick me with a needle thousands of times, willingly?

Did he even know how scared I was?

As I didn't move, Jungkook grabbed my shoulders and slightly pushed me inside the shop. 

He did know how scared I was.

"Park Y/n, she has an appointment about now?" Jungkook informed the fully tattooed male who sat behind the cashier.

"Jungkook." I whispered through gritted teeth.

It wasn't like I was a child, I could to it myself.

He didn't mind my warning but instead started a full on conversation with the receptionist as he had told us the artist would be out and ready shortly.

Apparently they felt free to talk about tattoos and whatever while I was anxiously waiting for it to be my turn to get inked.

I detached from Jungkook's side as his conversation with the receptionist didn't interest me. I took the opportunity to look around the shop. There were pictures of tattoos all over the walls.  It was like the walls were divided into exhibitions. There were a lot of flower and nature tattoos on one of the walls, big as well as small. There were animals and other, I suppose, living creatures on the other wall. Next to the door we entered the shop through was a small section with quotes.

I never thought I would get a tattoo, nor did I think it would be a quote.

But one picture caught all my attention immediately. It at first was the font that made me look more into it. When I figured what it said, I knew I wanted it to be that very one.

I turned around to show Jungkook, only to find him talking to another tall and brawny man almost fully covered in dark ink as well. I hesitantly walked over there.

"This must be she." The man with a big beard spoke as he saw me walking up to them. I didn't say anything, mildly intimidated by the tough looking man and the whole situation I was in.

As if he could tell I was anxious, he tried calming me, "There's nothing to worry about. It hurts a bit, but the pain you feel today is temporary, the tattoo is forever."

Jungkook nodded, almost visible stars in his eyes as he clearly was loving this and couldn't wait for me to get started.

Well... at least it's for a few weeks, I thought minding forever wasn't long for someone like me.

"Follow me." He gestured for me to follow him as I didn't say anything, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

I glanced at Jungkook quickly, who just chuckled and grabbed my hand before dragging me along him and the tattoo artist.

"I'm so happy I did it! It's so pretty!! Look at it Jungkook. Look at it!!" I cheered as I exited the shop with a plastic wrap around my wrist, protecting the open wound from bacterias.

"I know, it is pretty." He responded simply with a weak smile.

"You don't sound like you mean it." I scoffed and hid my wrist behind my back for him not to see it.

"No, I mean it! I'm just a little intimidated by your mood. You're quite scary when you get excited." He laughed.

"Shut up, mouth breather." I rolled my eyes.

I pulled out my wrist again for me to adore my new tattoo.

It was simple thin black strokes that from now on would mean so much to me. They would remind me of who I was every day. 

"Can I see it again?" Jungkook spoke as I had been caught up staring at it for a while now.

I skeptically extended my arm to show him. He impatiently grabbed my arm and held it up before his eyes himself.

"It is pretty, truly." He said, observing it as I did just before, "It's very... you."

I smiled at his words. It almost felt as if I could cry right there and then - almost.

It's very you.

It almost made my heart stop, and my skin suddenly felt hot in the places Jungkook held my arm. I pulled my arm away and looked away, hiding my face. My cheeks felt heated and I just knew they were red.

What was that?

"Why'd you choose it?" He questioned, not minding my flustered behavior.

I lifted my wrist for the 100th time in the past 5 minutes to look at it.

"It's very me, right?" I repeated Jungkook's own words and smiled up at him.

It made him smile as well and he pulled me in for a side hug as we kept walking down the street and towards my place.

"Just wait, once you're in you can't stop. In a few months you'll most likely be more inked than me." He laughed, knowing it wouldn't be true.

I tried laughing along with him, but the small mention in a few months made it hard. The little s marking the plural of month. It's crazy how much a single word can make you worry so much.

I quickly caught myself in my thoughts and glanced down at my wrist. A brave smile found my lips and Jungkook squeezed me tighter making me push the worries aside. Cause why worry?

The tattoo: