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if you had asked taehyung a mere few weeks ago what he thought of tattoos he probably would have shrugged and answered that he didn’t have much of an opinion on them. however, present day taehyung has a very different answer to that question.
or maybe he doesn’t.
maybe if you had phrased the question, “what are your thoughts on tattoos on park jimin?” he would’ve answered the same as he does in present day.
which, by the way, is, “holy fucking shit.”
//
“is it real?”
“yes of course it’s real, what kind of a fucking question is that?”
jeongguk rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, unaffected by jimin’s response.
“i think what guk-ah is saying is that you’ve talked about it before but we all thought that was just a ‘maybe i’ll get one in the future’, you know, not necessarily when you’ve got the whole world looking at you,” yoongi supplied, giving jeongguk a comforting rub on his arm.
jimin thought about what yoongi was saying and yeah, maybe it was a bit of a spur of the moment decision but it also wasn’t at the same time. he’d technically had the tattoo before, just in a less permanent format, so it wasn’t like he was jumping into the commitment without knowing what it was going to look like or how he’d like it on himself.
sensing the slight tension in the room namjoon piped up, “i think what we all mean is that it looks very nice and we’re very happy for you.”
(hoseok and seokjin nodded in agreement, having said their opinions earlier on in the group chat when jimin had texted a picture of the finished product. said opinions could be summarised in:
ksj: holy shit that looks so cool! also don’t think we don’t notice you slipping in way more of your abs in that pic than necessary.
jhs: yeah, that looks so sick jiminie! hyung’s right though, you really just had to go all the way didn’t you? i wouldn’t be surprised if a future partner wanted to lick your abs now.)
“that’s literally what i said joon-ah, but go off i guess,” yoongi grunted from under where jeongguk was sitting on him.
namjoon pointedly ignored yoongi’s glare and jeongguk’s consequent giggle, choosing to offer jimin a comforting smile instead.
jimin knew the members meant well and all in all he wasn’t too bothered by what they thought because he knew that, realistically, they’d support any decision he made.
however, that being said, he did care about one members opinion. said member hadn’t offered any opinion in the group chat earlier on apart from a read tick to signify he’d seen the messages. he’d barely looked at jimin since the elder had come home over an hour ago.
“well if that’s the interrogation over and done with, i’m gunna go put some cream on it before i forget,” jimin said, standing up and looking directly at taehyung to try and spot any sort of reaction from the other. however, he seemed more interested in whatever was going on with his phone that he hadn’t stopped fiddling with.
jimin left the room and walked into the bathroom, heading straight for the cupboard where he’d put the bepanthen cream when he’d gotten home.
he sat on the edge of the bath and tried not to think about how averse taehyung’s reaction to the tattoo seemed to be. realistically, that sort of reaction must mean that he hates it, right? otherwise why couldn’t he just congratulate jimin or say that it looked nice, and even if he did hate it why couldn’t he do that anyway?
before too long jimin was in such a downward spiral within his thoughts that he didn’t notice the bathroom door opening.
he looked up to see taehyung in front of him, sitting down on the closed toilet seat so he was sat nearly directly opposite jimin at the same level.
“hey.”
wow, why does his voice sound so small? maybe there’s something else going on with him and that’s why he’s not responding to the tattoo?
jimin offered a gentle smile and a, “hi,” back.
having known taehyung for years, jimin knew that he had to let the other come to him. over their time of being as close as they are he knows that if taehyung’s upset and he wants to talk about it then he will.
a silence stretched between the two of them for a few minutes, allowing jimin’s mind to cloud with all of the possible things that could be upsetting taehyung, every one more unsettling than the previous.
“did it hurt?”
jimin’s head shot up from where he’d been staring down at his lap, rereading the small print on the tube over and over again.
“huh?”
“the, uh, tattoo,” taehyung said, “did it hurt?”
okay, now we’re getting somewhere.
“um, i guess so?” jimin started, unsure of where to look. “it definitely didn’t feel like a feather grazing over the skin. i guess the best way to explain it is that it’s literally a needle repeatedly going into your skin, it feels exactly like you’d expect it to, in my experience that is.”
“experience, huh? get one tattoo and then it’s all big man talk.”
jimin was initially taken aback by taehyung’s comment before he saw the unsure smirk on the others face and realised this was probably his attempt at alleviating the tension in the room.
“that’s enough of that, cheeky shit,” jimin replied, biting his lip to try and conceal his own grin. “why’re you asking, anyway? you thinking about getting any?”
“hmm? oh god no, i genuinely don’t think i could survive that,” taehyung said, most of the colour draining from his face at the apparent thought of getting a tattoo.
jimin nodded in agreement. he thought it was a shame though; he could just picture taehyung covered in ink, pretty floral patterns donning his arms and thighs, or maybe a more intense chest or back piece? maybe even some writing, probably in cursive, across his ribs. jimin also thought taehyung was stronger than he thought.
“how come then?” he pried.
jimin wasn’t sure why he was so desperate to get an answer out of taehyung. whenever somebody gets a tattoo, the first thing other people tend to ask is, ‘did it hurt?’, so it was hardly surprising that taehyung was asking it as well, but jimin just had a feeling that something else was going on.
he noticed a flush work its way onto taehyung’s cheeks and creep down his neck into his shirt. the younger shook his head and got up to leave but not before jimin could reach out and wrap a hand around taehyung’s wrist, tugging enough to encourage him to sit back down but having a loose enough grip that taehyung could still go if he really wanted to.
he decided to do the former.
“i just, ah,” taehyung started, pulling the sleeves of his shirt over his hands. “would you ever get more, d’you think?”
oh.
oh?
okay.
“i’m not sure, probably i guess? i’m really happy with how this one turned out,” jimin answered, motioning to the general area of his side, where the tattoo was lying. “why?”
jimin could feel that taehyung was getting there but still needed a final push. normally he’d give up by now and let taehyung say whatever he wanted but there was just something within him that needed a definitive answer from taehyung about the tattoo.
at taehyung’s lack of response to his last question, jimin posed another.
“do you not like it, tae?” jimin started, looking away from taehyung and therefore missing the way the younger’s eyes widened desperately. “because if you do it’s okay. i mean it’s kind of not because i’ve already done it and it’s literally permanent so it would kind of suck if you hat-”
he was cut off by taehyung’s hand reaching over and lying on top of one of his own.
“i don’t hate it, jimin.”
the elder looked at taehyung and saw such sincerity in his eyes that it was impossible to not believe him. but that still didn’t explain the weird reaction to it in the first place.
“then why can you barely look at me?” jimin asked, letting his exasperation fall into his voice.
taehyung curled his fingers around jimin’s and squeezed them tight, trying to transfer reassurance into the others body. he could see the pain and confusion across jimin’s features and couldn’t let them sit there any longer.
“becauseitkindofmakesmewanttojumpyourbonesreallybad.”
hang on.
what?
jimin’s body froze under both taehyung’s words and his touch and he looked up at the other with even more confusion but decidedly less pain in his features.
“i’m sorry but could you just repeat that? and much slower this time.”
taehyung let a pained expression fall over his face, clearly not wanting to repeat himself considering how hard it was just saying it the first time.
“because it, uh, kind of makes me want to, eh-hem, jump your bones really bad? more than normal anyway.”
jimin let his jaw drop open and delighted in the small giggle that fell from taehyung’s mouth.
“are you serious?” jimin started, trying to comprehend what he’d just heard. “because i swear, tae, if you’re having me on i’m gunna tell hobi-hyung that it was you that accidentally spilled water all over his balenci-”
he was cut off by taehyung’s hand moving from holding his own hand and instead moving up to cup his cheek, rubbing his thumb across the smooth skin. jimin brought his hand, that now felt really cold, up to cover taehyung’s, grasping his fingers around what he could.
“i’ve never been more serious, jimin.”
“oh.”
and who was jimin to deny the sincerity and warmth that taehyung had in his eyes?
he didn’t try to hide the smile that crept onto his face, which only grew further as he watched one blossom on taehyung’s face too. all of the emotions swimming in taehyung’s eyes were let loose over his face, letting the flood of happiness take over every feature.
jimin wanted to drown in it.
he wasn’t sure who moved in first but really, it didn’t matter because taehyung was kissing him and he was kissing taehyung and oh god, oh god, oh god.
it would be wrong to say that jimin hadn’t dreamt of this moment because he had, he’d dreamt of their lips moving slowly against one another, being able to taste taehyung like nobody else could and let taehyung just completely wash him out.
he moved his hand from where it was covering taehyung’s on his cheek and moved it to the younger’s neck, curling his fingers around the side and holding ever so tight, afraid to let go.
taehyung dropped small and short kisses onto jimin’s mouth before dragging them out and biting down on jimin’s bottom lip, taking it with him as he moved his head away.
the flush that had initially covered taehyung had never really left but now it was even more prominent, showering his skin in a dusty pink and making him blossom even more than normal.
jimin was positive that he too was just as flushed, though he probably looked more red and desperate considering how long he’d wanted this.
taehyung’s hand was still on his cheek and he could feel the warmth from his face heating up taehyung’s hand.
he wanted this so bad and technically he’d already gotten some of it but he wanted more and although jimin wouldn’t call himself a greedy person he wanted to be greedy in this moment and take as much as he could.
“can i ask you one more question?” jimin whispered, afraid to speak too loudly as those his words would cause the current situation to disintegrate.
taehyung raised his eyebrow but nodded, licking his lips in anticipation.
“is it just the tattoo doing this to you? or is it, uh, me generally?” jimin managed to stutter out, feeling himself blush more and more the further he got into the question.
taehyung dropped his hand from jimin’s cheek and jimin had never felt such a surge of chills before. but his skin was soon reignited when taehyung leaned forward and knelt on the floor in front of jimin, placing a delicate kiss on one cheek, making his eyes flutter shut for a moment.
“firstly,” he started as he pulled back, relocating his hands to rest on jimin’s waist. “that’s two questions. secondly, i think i must have failed in this life because the fact that you seem to not realise that i’m irrevocably in love with you is quite disappointing.”
oh god again.
taehyung let out another laugh at jimin’s, once again, shocked expression.
he, kim taehyung, was in love with him, park jimin?
“hey, before you get lost in that brain of yours please listen to me,” taehyung started, tipping jimin’s head up to look him directly in the eyes. “this isn’t how i planned on confessing but it looks like this is how it’s gunna be regardless, which seems quite fitting for us i guess. anyway, i’m very much in love with you, which includes both tattooed parts of park jimin and non-tattooed parts of park jimin, and, if you’ll have me, i’d very much like to remind you of this fact every single day as, uh, your boyfriend?”
if you asked jimin what happened next he’d probably tell you he blacked out because he doesn’t really remember what happened but, according to reliable sources (taehyung), apparently his eyes widened (very prettily), his jaw dropped (very prettily) and he nodded his head (once again, very prettily).
(those were taehyung’s words, not his.)
and if jimin thought that taehyung’s face was blossoming before then that was nothing compared to the euphoric expression that took over his face afterwards.
he pulled taehyung up by the loose grip he still had on his neck and slotted their lips together. he could feel the love pouring out from taehyung’s mouth and honestly, he wasn’t sure how he survived before that very moment.
they let the kisses move along slowly and let their tongues slide around at a patient pace, exploring each other and taking all of the time in the world.
well, kind of.
“jimin how fucking long does it take to put some cream on?! some of us need to actually use the bathroom for its recommended purpose so get a move on!”
they let their mouths fall apart, trying to not notice the string of saliva that still connected them before either of them could get worked up to a level that would make it physically embarrassing to have to face any of the other members.
jimin looked at taehyung and found taehyung looking right back at him but instead of looking away in embarrassment he held taehyung’s gaze and leaned forward to drop a final kiss onto his mouth before planning to leave to room in order to not face the wrath of hoseok and his bladder.
but before he could taehyung pulled him close and put his mouth to jimin’s ear and said-
“i was just wondering, how long does the tattoo take to heal because i know i said i love both tattooed and non-tattooed parts of you but, like hobi-hyung said earlier, as your now-partner i really wanna lick it and tast-”
and well, the flush that covered jimin’s face as he left the bathroom and pulled taehyung into his room, locking the door, was deep enough to rival even the darkest red.