Jungkook

"Hey Jungkook." Lisa nudged me.

I glanced at her, "There's a teacher infront. Listen."

"Who cares? I'm smarter than the her." She giggled silently.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "Fine. What do you want?"

She bit her lips while mischievously smirking, "Wanna get a tattoo later?"

"A tattoo? Are you sure you're ready for that?" I gave her a challenging look.

She rested her chin on her palm and her elbow on the table while staring at me.

"I want a beautiful scar." She said, smiling at me.

I was taken a back when her eyes sparkled while saying those words. It strangely gave vibrations on my chest followed by an indulging warmth.

"Beautiful scar?" I furrowed my brows.

"That's what tattoos are right? A beautiful inked scar." She said.

There's more to a tattoo than just a beautiful scar. But I guess Lisa understands it well enough.

"Mr. Jeon and Ms. Manoban." The teacher suddenly called us out.

"Yes Mrs. Moon?" Me and Lisa responded in unison.

The teacher raised an eyebrow at us and peeked through her thick glasses, "I'm afraid you didn't notice me standing here."

Lisa stood up, "We apologize, Mrs. Moon. Sorry for interrupting the discussion." and she bowed.

I watched her apologize and bowing like a good girl that I've never seen before.

Mrs. Moon looked convinced and motioned her to sit back down. Then the discussion continued smoothly.

I let out a soft chuckle as I watch her arranging her seat, "Who are you?"

She winked at me, "Your fianceé."

Mad Lollipop
Tattoo Shop
5:04 pm...

Right after the classes were done, Lisa immediately dragged towards my car and couldn't wait to get inked.

So we ended up here, at one of my friend's tattoo shop.

Lisa hopped out of the car and immediately followed behind me, entering the shop together.

"Yo, Justin!" Yugyeom immediately engulfed me in a hug.

"Gyeom!" I hugged him back and pulled right after.

"Justin?" Lisa spoked behind me.

Yugyeom furrowed his brows and peeked behind my back, making an eye contact with Lisa.

"Well hello there, barbie doll." Yugyeom smiled at her.

Lisa smiled back, rather forceful.

Yugyeom squinted his eyes, "Let me guess. You're Eunha, right?"

My eyes widened and gave Yugyeom a slight smack on his arm. He looked at me cluelessly as I mutter silent curses at him.

Lisa raised an eyebrow, "You think so?"

I cleared my throat to get rid of the awkward situation.

"This is Lisa, by the way." I patted Lisa by the shoulder.

"Oh..." Yugyeom went silent. "So you're the Lisa. I'm Yugyeom. The artist as well as the owner of this shop." he continued.

Lisa smiled back rather joyfully, "You're gonna draw me a tattoo then!"

"Whoa, you? Are you sure?" Yugyeom said, eyeing Lisa from head to toe.

I scratched the back of my head, "I also asked her the same thing, Gyeom."

"Why? What's wrong? Do I look bad with tattoos?" Lisa pouted.

"Of course not! It's just..." Yugyeom turned to me as he couldn't construct a better sentence.

Yugyeom sighed, "Forget it. Your smooth skin is a perfect canvas."

I face-palmed myself. So even Yugyeom can't tell her that she looks too elegant and innocent to get inked.

Yugyeom lead the way towards the studio and let lisa rest on the typical dialysis lookin chair.

"Have a seat." Yugyeom offered and Lisa obediently did so.

Yugyeom handed her the tattoo album to choose her tattoo. Lisa eyed me.

"You're not getting a tattoo?" She asked.

I shook my head, "I've had enough." and I shrugged my shoulders.

Lisa nodded and continued scanning the album.

"Hey, Yugyeom Oppa." Lisa called, making Yugyeom turn to me with brows rising higher.

He giggled at Lisa, "Oppa? I'm pretty sure you're my noona."

Lisa tilted her head, "Aww, that's cute. Can I have a personalize tattoo then, Gyeomie?"

I raised an eyebrow at what I'm witnessing rught now. They're obviously flirting in front of me.

"Sure, noona." Yugyeom handed her the sketch pad.

Lisa started writing on the pad while I grabbed a stool and sat on it. I took my phone out to keep me busy.

A moment later, Yugyeom spoke.

"Wow." He said.

I peeked through my phone to see what was going on. Yugyeom was staring at the sketch pad in awe.

"You understand the language?" Lisa asked him.

Yugyeom nodded, "The basics. I'm a tattoo artist so I know languages pretty much."

"What language?" I stood up and snatched the sketch pad from Yugyeom. And it reads,

"я люблю тебя"

"What the hell does this mean?" I asked.

Lisa snorted, "You don't know this language?"

"Do I have to know? I'm not from there." I spat.

"Why so salty?" Yugyeom grabbed the sketch pad back from me.

"So where do you want me to place this tattoo?" Yugyeom turned to Lisa.

Lisa suddenly turned around, "Oh I want here. Where my bra clutch is placed. So when I take it off, it's placed there like a book page."

My eyes widened, "Excuse me, where?"

"Why? It's a dope choice." Yugyeom shrugged his shoulders.

I shook my head, "No, not happening. You are a guy, giving a girl her tattoo behind her bra clutch." I spread my arms, trying to explain word per word.

Yugyeom snorted, "You talk like you don't know me, Jk. I'm professional. Lisa is just like any other female costumers I had. Except she's cuter and..." He suddenly turned to Lisa who is obviously palying cute on her chair.

"She's freakin' adorably sexy bro." Yugyeom muttered.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Yugyeom, you're blinded too much—"

"Plus! You said you like Eunha! Then you're fine with me making a move on her right?" Yugyeom tugged my arm.

"Oh my god, Yugyeom. Are you fucking serious right now, bro?" I face palmed myself.

"Come on, Jk. Give this one to me if you don't want it." Yugyeom begged.

I poked my inner cheek with my tongue, strangely getting pissed at Yugyeom for no reason.

I grabbed the sketch pad from his hand, "Move. I'm doing her tattoo."

"W-What?" Yugyeom blinked multiple times.

"You heard me. Now get the tools." I sat on the artist stool.

Lisa eyed me strangely, "Why are you sitting there? Where's Yugyeom?"

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you. Yugyeom is not feeling too well so I'm responsible for you right now." I said, placing her bed.

"That's bad. He really looked cute." Lisa said, making me bit my lips.

I feel like restraining myself from anger and annoyance for no reason.

"Just... remove your coat and untuck your shirt." I said, looking away.

I feel like my neck is about to snap into two as I try my best to look away. I still hear rustling noises from Lisa taking off her coat and untucking her shirt.

"Done." She spat.

I turned to face and she was sitting there like a submissive sex doll.

Her shirt had two bottons undone, making her collarbones and a shadow of her cleavage peeking through. Her skirt was also resting there on her milky thighs like they want to get off of it.

Why do we have to do this in our uniforms?!

I gulped, "T-Turn around."

She obeyed and laid on the bed, resting on her stomach.

Now everything just got worse.

Her ass is perked up and her figures were highly exposed because of the stretches on her clothes.

I gulped down another spoon of saliva down my throat, fighting the urge to spank her.

"What's taking that idiot so long? I need the tools." I tapped my feet on the floor countless times.

As if he heard me, Yugyeom finally arrived with the tools. He placed the tools on the table beside me and stood there.

I eyed him, "Will you leave, please?"

He raised an eyebrow at me and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"No. I was talking to the ghost beside you, idiot." I sarcastically said.

Yugyeom rolled his eyes, "Such a killjoy." and he left.

I proceeded to wear gloves and prepare the tools needed. I turned to Lisa's relaxed state, tapping her arm.

"H-Hey, I'm rolling your shirt up now." I spat.

"Sure, go ahead." She said through her eyes closed.

I moved closer and my hands finally got a hold of the hem of her shirt. I slowly rolled it up, exposing her bare back to me.

I gulped, "I'm gonna unclutch your br—"

"Just do it, Jungkook. It's not like you haven't done it to me." She chuckled.

Well, that was an exception. I was totally not in the right mind that time and I don't remember much on how we did it, Lisa.

I just rolled my eyes and unclasped her bra. If it wasn't for my gloves, my hands would totally went in contact with her bare back.

And I will never forgive myself if that goes any further.

I took a deep breath to maintain my composure. Then I proceeded with the petroleum jelly, rubbing it on her back where she wanted the tattoo and making sure it's neat.

"Hey, Jungkook." Lisa called and I responded with a hum.

"I didn't know you know how to give a tattoo." She said.

"Well, I give service here with Yugyeom when I don't have anything else to do." I shrugged my shoulders, taking the needle gun light.

"How long have you got your tattoos?" She asked.

"Since highshool." I answered shortly and proceeded carving on her skin.

She hissed and jolted a little, making me stop midway with the first letter.

"See? I told you these type of things aren't for you." I chuckled.

"It's a natural phenomenon. You also felt pain when you first got your tattoo, Freshman Jeon Jungkook." She sassed.

I nodded and shrugged my shoulders in guilt, "Not denying it."

"You may continue. I don't want to have one letter tattoo on my back like a mesed up mole." She joked, making me chuckle a little.

And so I continued giving her permanent scars despite her multiple hiss and groans out of pain.

"Bear with it. This was your choice." I said while focusing on her tattoo.

She scoffed, "The fact that you're the one giving me that tattoo actually gives it more meaning."

I furrowed my brows, "What does this even mean anyway?"

"You'll know."

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Due to some viruses, I decided to change Lisa's tattoo. Love y'all 💛✨
- satanya000