"Crossing our paths is like a formula of math.

Commandments of Religion.

Providence of the universe"

- DNA

BTS

There are certain things in this world that really don't have an accurate reason or logical explanation.

To Sarang, her unmistakably strong attraction towards the tattoo was something of that category.

The piece was big enough and elegant enough for her to have it on her torso. While she had a detailed and informative conversation with Yoongi and Taehyung about her paperwork and policy of 'Bangtan Ink', the old sketch rested on the desk in between them.

"So, on the torso, huh?" Taehyung asked, finishing up her paper work.

Sarang nodded an approval and Taehyung rose up from his seat. "I'll be back with your artist. Excuse me for a moment." with that, the tall and handsome tattoo artist disappeared behind the counter.

It had left Sarang alone. At least, that's what she thought.

"You really want this, huh?" A familiar voice called out, making her jump slightly. It was Yoongi, his voice still quiet but had a hidden warning tone in it.

Like he was subtly warning Sarang to save herself.

"Why do you happen to have a doubt?" Sarang asked, her tone neutral.

"Somethings are more then they appear to be. That's why, I'm asking you to think about having this again." Yoongi trailed off, his fingers trapping a lightened cigarette between them.

Sarang hesitated for a moment.

Was having a tattoo or having that particular tattoo really safe? Sarang had known better than to trust things blindly.

She stared at the sketch for a full minute, her attention and concentration centered solely to the wrinkled piece of paper.

The design was nothing special. For a girl particularly drawn to roses, the tattoo sketch was far from being the most beautiful tattoo Sarang had ever seen.

But, there was a weird pull. A pull that yanked her towards the sketch. There was just something about the tattoo, something she couldn't put a finger on, but there was something in that tattoo that pulled her towards it.

It wasn't something she could overlook. She took a deep breath and stared at the sketch for another full minute, taking in every detail. If this tattoo was dangerous then be it!

Sarang certainly couldn't ignore the obvious signs and instincts her mind was swirling.

"Yes Yoongi! This is the one I want." She said, leaning forward and taking the cancer stick dangling from Yoongi's fingers and took a long drag, ignoring the original owner's curious stares.

Yoongi expected a series of cough fits and reddened eyes of the girl but instead, she breathed out smoke and returned the cancer stick to it's rightful owner. Just 2 minutes later, a shout was heard.

"MIN YOONGI!" the voice screamed, startling the occupants in the room. Yoongi's eyes widened and before anything, he threw the cigarette on the ground before harshly stomping on it.

But, it was too late. A feminine wrist had reached out and captured his ear between the chubby fingers.

"Ow! ow! OW! Hae-ah!" Yoongi yelped, trying to pry his ears out of the iron like grip of the fingers.

Sarang looked the hand which led to the face of chubby cheeked and cute face, which was right now mad.

She had baby face just like Yoongi, the same 'I'm-bored-or-Imma-gonna-fall-asleep' expression but her chocolate brown eyes shone with something other than just boredom and drowsiness.

It was curiosity and the hint of her supposed bubbly nature. "Did I or did I not tell you to stop smoking?" The girl hissed, twisting it harder. "Did I?" She demanded.

"You did! You did! Owie! Hae, it hurts!" Yoongi squirmed in her grip while Sarang was silently joined by Taehyung.

"Then what in the name of Lord, was that cigarette doing on your hand? Why Yoongs?" The girl's tone went down by several pitches and it turned more hurtful than angry.

She released Yoongi's ear and that's when Sarang saw Yoongi's face getting shadowed with guilt.

"You think it's funny? You think it's cool for me to watch you waste away your life? Yoongi, why don't you understand? You're the only one I'm left with. I'm gonna a complete orphan if something happens to you. You know what? I don't even care anymore. Do whatever you like."

With that, the girl turned to Sarang. "Hi there! You must be Sarang. I'm Min Hae. I'll be your artist today. Let's go around the back and talk."

With that, she led Sarang to a room ignoring the pleading looks and incoherent apologies Yoongi was uttering. Sarang wordlessly followed her to a small room at the corner of the shop.

It was small yet neat and clean and organized.

"Sit." She said gesturing to the leather couch. "You're sure about wanting this one aren't you?" Hae asked. "Yeah!" Y Sarang nodded, firmly.

"Okay! It's a pretty big piece so you can either have it on the shoulder or you back." Hae said, thinking hard.

"I was thinking about my waist." Sarang offered.

She found the idea of having the eerily attracting design on her waist pretty cool and sexy. Daring, bold with a subtle edge of feminism in it.

Guess she was gonna wear low-cut tops more now. "That's a pretty cool idea. Top to bottom or bottom to top?' Hae asked.

"Top to bottom." Sarang decided.

"Okay then. Cozy up and I'll just start with you. " Hae informed. "Oh, and feel free to take your shirt off."

Heat rushed up to Sarang's cheeks and she huffed at Hae in a joking manner before taking off her shirt and exposing her black sports bra.

"Well, let's chit-chat while I put the stencil on you, shall we?" Hae said, as she pulled up a mask and bent on Sarang's now exposed waist.

"I'll start. I'm the youngest along with a muscle pig. Yoongi's sister if you haven't guessed. 22 years old." Hae said.

"Your turn." Hae piped while the stencil moved on Sarang's waist.

"Me? I'm 22 as well. Orphan. Never knew who my parents were. Grew up in an orphanage in a poorer part of Seoul until I was 16.

Worked at a orchestra bar till I was 18 . Then quit that shitty ass job and came here. Meet Mizuki and Luhan oppa and got a job in Starbucks, Seoul. Low key in love with roses and right now, under the hands of a savage artist." Sarang finished, earning a laugh from Hae.

"You been alone all your life, huh?" Hae went on, her tone solemn and sympathetic.

"Oh hell no! No. Don't use that tone with me. I never tell anyone about my parents because I hate the 'I'm-sorry-for-you' look and tone."

Sarang said, "If they really cared, then they would've tried to find me. So, if don't , I don't either."

Hae was astonished at Sarang's tone. It was laced with hatred and disappointment. Like she was not only angry but also in sheer hatred towards her parents.

The girls continued chatting as Hae kept on working on Sarang's tattoo. "Now, the stencil is done and I think it's time to make this beauty permanent." Hae began fixing the tattoo gun.

"I know this isn't your first tattoo but remember the gun on the waist would feel more different than the finger. The waist is more like a sensitive area so I want you to stay as still as possible.

Otherwise, you might end up having a bunch of zig-zagged lines instead of this." Sarang nodded and when she heard the familiar, monotonous buzzing of the tattoo gun, she braced herself for the pain of being electrocuted.

"YEOUCH!" A shout erupted from the other side of the store, very much familiar to Sarang. Hae jumped and stopped working, looking around in a bewildered expression. "What the hell was that?" Hae asked to no-one in particular.

"I think that was Mizuki. My best friend. It's her first tattoo today, so I kinda was expecting it."

Hae nodded knowingly and then asked, "Are they with Seok Jin and Hoseok now?"

Sarang racked her brain for a moment before nodding. "That's what Taehyung said, I guess."

Hae bent back over Sarang's waist and snickered "I wonder which one them ended up getting a bruise from your best friend."

She began electrocuting the girl's slender waist, carving the beautiful design on her waist. "Knowing her, I don't think the man in question escaped with just a bruise." Sarang laughed.

"She tends to over-react a lot." That made both the girls laugh.

Turns out, Sarang was right after all.

When Hae had wrapped the cracked skin of her waist up like a mummy and forbade her of a shower for the next fortnight and the two of them were out of the room, Sarang saw the ever-so-familiar Taehyung seated with two unfamiliar boys, one of them currently partly resembling a panda with the huge black eye while Mizuki sat guiltily apologized to him.

"Hae-ah, you're done with her?" One of the unfamiliar men asked. He was tall and by far, the most handsome man in the room.

Slick black hair that fell over his forehead. Full lips, tall frame and a perfectly sculpted face. His eyes were bright and beautiful while his upper brow was encased in a sliver metal ring. His ears were also full of piercings but unlike Taehyung, his piercings were decent distances enough and only two ear ornaments adorned his ears. He was a total boyfriend material.

"Guess we really needed to brace ourselves." The guy laughed, as he saw Sarang and Hae stared at the his bruised up counter part, his laughter eerily resembling the squeaking of windows.
He walked forward and shook Sarang's hand.

"Kim Seok Jin, the oldest of Bangtan Ink. You must be Sarang." Sarang smiled at the older man and nodded.

There was just warm, welcoming feeling in this man's aura.

"Hyung!" Another voice emerged out of nowhere. All heads turned to the direction of the voice and Sarang locked gazes with someone.

Someone with the same blood-red shade of hair as Sarang and whose entry made Taehyung and Hae go visibly tense.

"Jimin-ah! You're back." Jin announced while Hae, beside Sarang, cursed under her breath.

Heyyaaa Peeps!

What is up with all of you?

Updated, finally.

So, they met.

Next chapter is gonna be CHAOTIC!

Till then,

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