That night the seven of them headed to the local tattoo parlor run by one of their agents. Jimin held one of Jungkook's hands while Seokjin held the other. They all sat and watched as Jungkook got a tattoo of six small circles, all interlocked together to form a shield, each circle the color of each member's square. The others had sore spots from the new circle added to their shield, a solid pure black circle.
That night the seven piled into bed together, Jungkook in the middle with his left shoulder covered in antibiotic and plastic wrap. Jungkook couldn't sleep, too high on the fact that he had actually gotten through the tattoo process without passing out and the amount of love from his hyungs.
It was in the silence of the night, with the people he loved most surrounding him, that he finally felt at home. He knew he would never, ever, be alone again.
~~~~~~The end~~~~~
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All Alone
FanfictionAt age eighteen, all citizens are given a concentration that will determine their fields of study. A small empty square on their wrist will gain a color corresponding to their skill set. Everyone's fear is that their square color is black, meaning t...
