UNIVERSE / BTS.

12: clumsy / jikook

"morning h-hyung," jeongguk greeted, shaking a little. "sorry i'm late. i, uh, bumped into this guy and i'm letting him warm up in here."

"that's fine, gguk," namjoon responded, turning around. "oh, hey jimin!"

"hello hyung," pinky - or, rather, jimin - smiled, moving closer to the small radiator namjoon put near the desk. "i was meaning to come in here today, actually, just not this early."

"how do you two know each other?" jeongguk asked curiously, taking off his hoodie and hanging it with namjoon leather jacket. namjoon shrugged, jumping down from the stepladder.

"jimin was at hoseok's dance class, a few years ago. we spoke a few times and hit it off," the grape haired boy smiled. "jimin, this is jeongguk."

"it's jungkook!" the younger insisted, glaring daggers at namjoon, who simply smiled.

"it's jeongguk," he said simply. jimin laughed, and holy shit was his laugh beautiful. "anyway, you looking to get tatted, chim?"

"yeah, just a small one," jimin grinned. "could you fit me in?"

"we're not that busy recently, so of course," jeongguk smiled at the frankly fucking adorable boy stood in the tattoo parlour. "just follow me, i can ink you."

"sure."

jeongguk lead jimin to the back office where they did tattoos, sitting the boy down on the huge leather seat and beginning to set up the equipment.

"so, jimin, what kind of tattoo are you after?" he asked as he sterilized a needle, humming linkin park under his breath.

"yeah, i, uh, have a thing my friend taehyung designed for me," the older boy rummaged in the pocket of his hoodie and pulling out a piece of folded paper. "he's a pretty good artist."

jeongguk took the paper, unfolding it to look at the design. it was pretty, a rose designed out of tiny hexagons, like a mosaic tile pattern. jeongguk could see it was fairly complex, and would hurt like a bitch; his tattoo on his back was a watercolor of the big dipper constellation, and took three sessions and a shit ton of pain to complete. this was just as pretty, and was going to be just as painful.

"this'll hurt, you know that?" jeongguk told jimin as he traced the design onto tattoo paper.

"i know," jimin said confidently. "but i'm not like, extremely sensitive to pain. i mean, my friend taehyung cried getting his ear pierced, i got my nipples done last year and i barely flinched."

"dude!" jeongguk laughed. "just why would you get your nipples pierced?"

"for kink reasons," jimin said without hesitation. jeongguk stared at him briefly, before shaking his head. this boy was everything; insanely attractive, yet also adorable, funny, quirky, and best and/or worst of all, kinky, or so it seemed. he was probably taken, by his soulmate, being that perfect.

"anyway!" jeongguk said. "where do you want the tattoo?"

jimin rolled up his shirt, exposing creamy white skin that made jeongguk blush a little at how amazing he looked. he gestured to his side.

"just here," he tapped it. jeongguk nodded, eyes flicking over jimin's torso. he fixed his eyes on a large bruise on jimin's stomach, gasping lightly. "jeongguk-ah? what's wrong?"

jeongguk picked up the hem of his t-shirt, showing the bruise he had in the exact same place. "i-i- we're soulmates."

"holy-" jimin clapped a hand to his mouth, sitting up with wide eyes. "fuck, really?"

"look," jeongguk rolled up his jeans, showing the bruise from that morning. "you have this too?"

jimin nodded. "oh my god, shit, i didn't think i'd be meeting you today. if i had known i wouldn't have worn this sweater, or these jeans, shit, they've got coffee on them, man -"

"- you look perfect," jeongguk interrupted. jimin turned a deep shade of pink, matching his hair, and jeongguk giggled. "i look a mess, if anything. have you seen this shirt i'm wearing? i don't even like nirvana anymore!"

jimin giggled, and jeongguk almost fucking passed out there and then. because fuck, was his soulmate fucking adorable, and jeongguk wanted to kiss jimin right there and then.

"jeongguk?" jimin asked timidly.

"yeah?" jeongguk responded. jimin was still pink, and he seemed to glow under the warm christmas lights namjoon had hung up.

"...c-can i kiss you?" jimin's voice was quiet, and jeongguk stepped closer to the chair where jimin sat, standing between his legs. he leaned forward and pressed their forehead together, hearing jimin's slow breathing.

"please do." jeongguk whispered, finally.

jimin lifted his delicate hand up to cup jeongguk's chin, and tipped the brunette's head up. he gently brushed their lips together, and then they both closed their eyes, lips pressed together, connected in the best way. jimin was soft, all of him, lips tasting like strawberry lip balm, and jeongguk tasted of toothpaste, his lips chapped, and yet they seemed to become jimin's favourite thing.

they stood there, kissing softly, soulmates finally having found each other. and although jimin and jeongguk had only met that morning, they knew they loved one another.

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