First Love | 08

First Love | 08

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing | alcohol | mild smut | thigh riding 

Word: 4.9k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

[12:57 pm] Jerk: Wear something nice

Something nice? Like formal? Cute?  What are you supposed to do? 

You groan, tossing your phone on your bed, and grabbing your shower caddie and towel before entering the bathroom to shower. As you shower, you begin to think of what kind of outfits you have in your closet you can wear. You can put on a pair of jeans and a nice top if you can find one. Should you wear black jeans or blue? A sweatshirt or sweater? A shirt and cardigan? So many simple and boring outfits to wear and you still can’t decide. 

When you finish showering, you step out into your room to still find it empty. Seems Ari is going to have dinner with Hoseok tonight. You toss your towel on your bed as you open your top drawer to your dresser under your bed. You dig through the drawer until you pull out your black bra and panties. After putting them on, you open your closet door and scan through your wardrobe. Of course, like you predicted, you have exactly what you thought. Boring, simple clothes. You continue to dig through your clothes, passing through t-shirts and tank tops you know are not nice enough to be worn in front of Yoongi. 

You freeze. “Oh my God I’m trying so hard to impress the guy I like who’s trying to help me find someone else.” You’re stressing yourself out over something so silly, yet you want so badly to get his attention. Is this ridiculous? It has to be. 

Sighing loudly, you start at the front of the line of your clothes where sweaters and sweatshirts hang. What surprises you is finding a skirt at the start of the line rather than finding a shirt. You pull out the burgundy colored skirt, trying to remember why you have this. Then it hit you. Your mom bought you this skirt thinking you’ll wear this for school. You didn’t have it in your heart to leave it in your room knowing you never would wear it, so you brought it here. Who knew you’d wear it now. 

Pulling the skirt from its hanger, you put it on. The skirt starts at your waist and ends at your ankle. It flows at your movement as you sway side-to-side. Now, what kind of shirt should you wear? You really don’t have anything that can go with it. Well, you do but it’s in the basket and needs to be washed, but you don’t have enough time to toss it in before you’re supposed to meet with Yoongi. Glancing at Ari’s closet, you guess she probably has a lot more cute shirts. You feel guilty about not asking her for permission to borrow her things first, but you know she won’t be answering her phone if you call or text her. You’ll have to apologize to her later. 

Stepping to her closet, you open it to be met with all sorts of colors and styles. You begin to skim through it, passing all the revealing shirts you can never bring yourself to wear. You’re beginning to lose hope until something catches your eye. Bringing out the gray sweater you realize it’s a crop top. Now what are you supposed to do? 

Glancing at the clock on your desk from the mirror, you’ve come to the conclusion that you don’t have enough time to debate. Tossing the shirt on your bed, and putting the hanger back on the rack, you close the closet door before grabbing your towel off your bed and dry your hair. You do what you can with your hair and face in a short amount of time. It’s always wake up, shower and leave rather than wake up earlier, shower and put on makeup then go. Now you actually have to try with a nice outfit like the one you’re wearing. When you’re done, you put on the shirt and stare at yourself in the mirror. 

The end of the crop top meets with the beginning of your skirt, so no skin is actually revealed unless you lifted your arms. Now it’s just time for shoes. Digging through your closet, you’re lucky to have brought your black ankle boots. Putting on a pair of socks, you slip your feet into the boots and give yourself a once over again. You honestly feel cute, and you can’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach at the thought of Yoongi seeing you. 

Will he think you look cute, too?

You shake your head of that thought as you grab a small purse from the hook in your closet. Fishing your wallet from your school bag, you put it in your purse, along with your keys, and lip gloss. Going over everything in your head to make sure you have everything, you close the closet door. Picking your phone up from your bed where it lies charging, you check the time. You have five minutes to get to the back parking lot. Pulling your phone from its charger you unlock it and go to your messages to send a quick text to Ari.

[5:55 pm] Me: IOU

Locking your phone you take a deep breath before heading out the door. Feeling nervous, you walk in the opposite direction of the hall you normally go. The hall is rather quiet except for the sound of your boots hitting the floor as you walk. You leave your hall, passing the staircase where those living at the end of your hall and those living in the east hall can access. You don’t go down the stairs but enter the east hall, making a right and head towards the door leading to the back of the building.  

Stepping out into the cool night air you suppress a shiver as you start down the steps. Reaching the last step, your eyes scan the small parking lot in the distance. You can’t see all the cars, but with the ones you do, you don’t see anyone or Yoongi’s car. The sounds of laughter can be heard from one of the open windows as you walk past the second housing building. As you get closer, you’re able to see the rest of the small parking lot, and standing next to a familiar car is Yoongi looking down at his phone as he leans against his car. 

You take in a deep breath before walking up to him, thoughts racing with so many of the same questions that you thought of before when you looked at yourself in the mirror. From the sound of your heels clicking, Yoongi looks up to meet your eyes. He locks his phone and pushes himself off his car, looking you up and down before saying, “Good outfit.” 

“Thank you,” you mumble, trying not to look like that simple compliment makes you want to turn into a puddle. From the street light you can see his outfit. He’s wearing all black; the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt is rolled up to his elbow revealing his right arm to be completely covered in tattoos. You’ve never seen those before. You remember your first time dorming here, he wore a short sleeved shirt and you saw just one tattoo. Now it seems like a sleeve. 

“Let’s head out,” he tells you, pulling out his keys from his pocket to unlock the doors. 

You quickly walk to the passenger door and get inside the car. Placing your purse on your lap, you pull the seat belt over and buckle yourself in as Yoongi starts the car. The music plays quietly in the background while he puts the car in drive, turns the headlights on, and turns right to exit the parking lot. 

You try to keep your eyes forward, but you keep glancing at his inked arm. You can’t help but wonder when he got it. It must have hurt to sit there for hours to get one thing done. Then you remember the conversation that happened at the diner between Hoseok and Yoongi. 

“Are you a tattoo artist?” you ask him, fully turning to look at him. 

You can see him give you a quick glance before turning back on the road. “I am,” he replies. 

So that’s what Hoseok and Yoongi meant by shop. “How long have you been an artist?” 

“I got my license about a year ago.” 

“So you’re majoring in arts?” you question, interested in getting to know more about him. You’re going to ask as much as you can before he says something about it. 

“Music production,” he corrects. 

You cock your head lightly. “You want to be a producer?”

“I like music and tattooing. One only needed a high school diploma, so I decided to get more educated in producing.” Yoongi makes a right turn down a neighborhood. “Why photography?” he suddenly voices. 

“Why did I major in photography?” He nods in response. You turn yourself to face forward as you answer, “I know there isn’t a lot to do in photography, but just like this project, I want to work with the wildlife and get people to see what’s happening. I also want to take photos of models on a runway. It would be interesting to see in person rather than on television all the time.” Yoongi begins to slow down, driving by a line of cars with a few people getting out and walking in the same direction Yoongi drives. He continues down the street, passing the long line of cars until you finally see why the cars are parked. People are standing outside a big, two story house with a banner draped along the front with strange signs on it. "We're going to a sorority house?"

"It's a party," he states, finally pulling into a parking spot a bit further up ahead.

You can already feel your anxiety kicking in. "Either way, there is going to be a lot of people," you stammer. You don't do big crowds. They'll judge you and the sorority girls will be mean because they don't know you —

"I'll be with you the whole time. Don't worry," Yoongi reassures, turning the car off and opening the car door to get out.

You shakily get out of the car as well, closing the door as he walks up to you. "You promise?"

He looks at you for a second before grabbing your purse from your shaking hands. He drapes the strap over your head so that it goes across your chest. "Promise. Now today we're just going to have a few drinks, talk to a few people, and relax. You won't be doing anything on your own."

You nod, watching him click a button on his key and hearing his car lock from behind you. You follow him as the two of you make your way towards the house, and that's when you finally hear the muffled music. You couldn't hear it before over your racing thoughts, but now it’s as clear as day. Keeping as close as possible to Yoongi, the sorority house comes to view, chatter can be heard and everyone seems to be having a good time. 

Following Yoongi up the walkway, you can hear the music a bit more clearly blaring on the other side of the door. You quietly take a deep breath and blow it out as Yoongi reaches for the handle and opens the door. The music is loud; the people are loud. Your fear skyrockets. The place is cramped as you maneuver your way through to follow Yoongi further in the house. You can see a big group of people dancing to your left, some bodies grinding on one another while others jump. 

Turning your attention back to what’s in front of you, you realize Yoongi is no longer there. You scan around the area, but find no sign of him. You want to call out for him, but that would make you look like you’re scared, and you don’t want people to know you’re lost and know no one besides Yoongi. Now to a more reasonable excuse, you’re sure no one can hear you over the blaring music. Taking in a deep breath, you continue forward, heading in the direction you’re already going. You keep going until you enter a different, more spacious room. Looking around you realize it’s a sitting area with a few couches forming a square in the middle of the room. A few chairs placed along the walls and another doorway leading to what seems to be the kitchen to your right. 

Not wanting to wander and end up somewhere you don’t want to be, you take a seat at one of the chairs lining the wall, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself. You fish your phone out of your purse and unlock it, seeing a text from Ari. You click on the message. 

[6:48 pm] Ari: ???

You quickly reply, glancing up at the group of people sitting at the couches in the center of the room laughing at something someone said. 

[7:06 pm] Me: I borrowed your shirt

“Did you come here alone?” 

Looking up from your phone, you see two girls standing in front of you. “Me?” you ask dumbly. 

The blonde with blue eyes laughs. “Yes you,” she replies. She’s wearing a white hoodie with jean shorts. Her black haired friend next to her wears the same. You wonder if they’re part of a sorority. 

“I didn’t come here alone, but I did get lost so I’m just waiting,” you inform them, smiling politely, but deep down you’re a bit afraid. You don’t know how to be as social as them, or as bubbly. 

“Well rather than sit here alone, come join us,” the girl with black hair says, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet. Her friend joins in as well, now basically dragging you across the room to the kitchen. You don’t have much of an option since you know you can’t decline their offer. Well, they’re really not giving you one either as you enter the kitchen. You’ll just have to follow along and wait for Yoongi to find you, or you find him which would be a miracle if you’re brave enough to wander. That also only depends if you can escape the over excited twins currently dragging you past the kitchen and into another room that has a few people surrounding a folding table. Stepping closer, you notice ten, red cups on either end of the table. It takes you a minute to remember what this setup is, but Ari’s constant begging to have a game in your dorm room jogs your memory. They’re playing beer pong.

“We found a new player!” one of the girls cheers, a hand on your back. 

Eyes of several people look to you, and it’s then that you realize you’re the new player. “Oh, uh. I’ve never played before,” you tell them, tone awkward as you rub your hands together like you usually do when you’re unsure of what to do. 

“Don’t worry about that! It’s pretty simple, really. You just toss the ball across the table into one of the cups and the opponent drinks. You miss, they don’t drink, and the same goes for you, too.” You meet eyes with the blonde as she grabs your arm and leads you to the left side of the table. “Your partner will be Hanbin,” she tells you, pointing to a tall figure standing across the table. 

He’s handsome, you can’t deny that. He has jet black hair, his hazel eyes lighting up as he smiles at you. As he walks to your side of the table, you notice his high cheekbones and pointed nose, his smile crooked. You can smell his cologne. “Hey, new teammate, you ready to win this?” his tone gravelly as he asks. When you open your mouth and say nothing, he chuckles, “Don’t worry. I’ll help as much as I can.” He pats your back. “Let’s start!”

A female from across the table laughs. Just like how Hanbin’s good looking, the girl across the table is beautiful. Her strawberry blonde hair up in a perfect, messy bun, her cognac colored eyes staring at him in a playful manner, and her voice as smooth as honey. She’s wearing the cutest floral dress with a jean jacket. “Don’t get so cocky yet, babe. You’re playing against the champion right now.” 

Hanbin chuckles, shaking his head. "We'll see. My girl is a pro, Sam." Sam, the girl across the table, only smiles. "Let's win — uh. Sorry I didn't catch your name," Hanbin tells you, a sheepish smile gracing his lips.

"Y/N," you tell him in a small voice. These two are so social; it’s hard to keep up.

"Okay, Y/N. Let's kick their asses and be champions of the month!" He holds his hand up for you to high five.

You lightly hit it. "A whole month?"

Hanbin smirks. "Yeah. Every month the sorority has a competition and the winner has their picture taken and hung on the wall for a month." He jerks his thumb behind him to the wall of photos. You look past him and at the pictures of teams from the previous games. "Last time I won was about last semester?" He places his hands on either side of your shoulders, guiding you to the end of the table, standing to his left. "Okay. Who goes first?"

Sam taps her chin in thought. "Well since you're so cocky, I guess we'll let you go first." She tosses both ping pong balls to him.

"It's not being cocky, it's being confident," he exclaims, handing you a ball. You take the ball with hesitation. Are you supposed to just throw it right now? You’ve never played before, and you've never actually seen Ari play. What are you supposed to do? You watch Hanbin raise his hand to eye level, the ball in his first three fingers. He stares in concentration before tossing the ball. It flies across the table and lands straight in the red cup at the front. "And that's how it's done," he cheers, grinning from ear to ear.

"Game just started, bro," Sam's partner chuckles.

"Yeah, yeah," Hanbin begins, turning to look at you, "I'm confident we'll win, so don't feel like you have to make it right now. We have nine more tries to win." You nod, but his words only make you more nervous. So, with shaky hands, you copy his position. Facing the table, you stare at the cups. You'll have to toss it lightly, but not too lightly and not too hard. You toss with medium force, watching the ball actually go in. Hanbin cheers for you as you stare in shock. "Drink up, my dudes!"

Taking out two shot glasses, Sam pours liquor into the glasses, handing one to her partner and takes a shot. And so the game continues on. You've had six shots so far, and you feel the buzz at drink two. You're a lightweight it seems, seeing as you don't really drink. You’re giggling as Sam misses the cups, overshooting the ball. Eventually it’s down to one cup on both teams. You can't aim to save your life, and Hanbin seems like he's not even buzzing.

"Let's make this more interesting," Sam suggests.

That seems to have caught Hanbin's attention. "What do you have in mind?"

Sam smirks at his interest. "We each toss a ball in the cup."

"So one ball each team," Hanbin states.

"Exactly."

Hanbin chuckles. "Deal," he says, tossing one ping pong ball to Sam. You have no idea what's going on, but you watch in silence and slight dizziness as Hanbin gets into his position, Sam getting into hers. Then, as the entire table stares in silence, the two toss their balls. You don't know where to look, but you try to keep your eyes on Hanbin's ball, watching it make it in the cup. He cheers, you cheering along with him. However, Sam and her partner are cheering as well.

"Oh shit, it's a tie," someone laughs.

You look into the cup to see a ball floating. They did make it, and that means she won as well. "What happens now?" you slur.

Hanbin pats your head. "We tied. All four of us end up on the wall."

"That also means we take one last shot," Sam chimes in from across the table, already pouring her glass.

You turn to look at Hanbin with worry. "I don't think I can take anymore," you explain, knowing that if you take this last shot you may throw up.

"Don't worry, I'll take your shot for you," he reassures, pouring a glass, drinking it, and pouring another. You look at him with such admiration as he takes your shot for you. He is your hero at this very moment. You want to hug him with gratitude, but that's not like you. Maybe it's because you're drunk and it seems like you're more of an extrovert when you've had a few drinks in you. You really want to hug him.

"Okay let's take that photo. We're breaking history, ladies and gentlemen," Sam says, handing someone the camera and walking over towards you, followed by her partners whose name you still don't know. She throws her arm around your shoulder, Hanbin doing the same, and the stranger stood next to Sam. You all look to the camera and smile, the flash blinding you briefly.

"That was fun — it was great," you tell them, looking to both Sam and Hanbin as they smile in agreement. "Thanks for letting me play." 

"Of course!" your partner voices, giving you another pat on your back, but it’s a bit more rough. Maybe he is feeling the alcohol kick in. Or he's so happy for his victory that he forgot his own strength. Or you're just over guessing it.

You look at the crowd staring at you, meeting eyes with the person you've been looking for but totally forgot you’re supposed to be looking for him the second you took your first drink. "Yoongi!" you call, tone more high-pitched than it normally is. You happily skip over to him, a big smile on your face. "I just won a game of ping pong!" You shake your head. "Beer pong!"

He stares at you with that blank face you’re beginning to find annoying. "I saw," he quips.

You frown. "Really? Then why didn't you come get me? I lost you earlier and waited at the chairs until you found me, but you didn't and now I'm drunk and a little dizzy. But I made some new friends!" He looks behind you at your two new friends, but his expression looks dejected. For the first time, you’re able to make out an expression, and it made your chest hurt at the look he’s giving. "Yoongi?" you whisper.

He looks back at you, expression disappearing as he looks you up and down before grabbing your wrist and leading you out of the room, past the kitchen and sitting room and into the main room where it’s still packed with dancing and mingling people. You think he would take you out the front door and home, but instead he drags you past everyone and into a hallway. He keeps his hold on your wrist as he lightly drags you down the hall. You wonder where he’s taking you, but your questions are answered when he opens a door, pulling you in with him to the bathroom.

You turned to look at him, shocked as he lets your wrist go and closes the door... locking it.

The butterflies in your stomach erupt, heart racing as you watch him turn to look at you. You’re hoping your flushed cheeks aren't noticeable. Maybe your cheeks are already red from the alcohol.

"At parties, you might find someone you find attractive, and you might end up in a situation like this." He takes a step towards you. "At first you might make out, and that could lead to sex. Our first lesson will be on quickies," he says in such a monotonous tone. 

“W-what?” you babble, taking a few steps back until you hit the wall. 

“We’re not actually going to have sex. All I’m going to do is demonstrate,” he tells you, taking a few steps forward. 

"Demonstrate? How—what do you do to demonstrate... sex?" you quaver, keeping your eyes on his chin rather than looking him in the eyes. You don't want him to see the mixed look of fear and excitement in your eyes. You're more open to wanting him to touch you now than you were when you first met him. Or it's the alcohol letting out your inner feelings.

"Before I start," he begins, crossing his arms over his chest, "do you want to do this? When we agreed to do this, I told you that I would teach you everything. Clearly sex wasn't in your mind when I told you." He stares at you intently. "How sober are you?"

"Sober enough to remember that conversation," you sass.

"Clearly," he articulates. "So when you're alone with a guy like this, he will usually start by touching your cheeks, arms and hands." Yoongi cups your cheeks, your breath hitching as you feel his cool palms against your warm skin. "Whenever you're uncomfortable tell me and I'll stop." You only nod in response, all emotions melting from his touch, leaving you with only one. "He would kiss your lips"—his thumb brushing along your lips—"then maybe move down to your neck."

You feel his hand that’s touching your lips move down to your neck. A shiver runs through you as you watch him continue to demonstrate what can happen in this room right now. He’s talking, but you can't hear him. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you’re fighting your own urges. All you have to do is lean forward and press your lips against his. Feel his lips move around yours for a bit, tongue gliding across your lips every so often before it finally explores your own mouth and dances with your tongue. HIs hands will travel down, under your top, cupping you outside your bra before snaking his way under them to feel you. You'll arch your back to feel more of his hands work its magic. Your body feels weird as you let your imagination run wild. You feel hot, and it isn't like the warmth you felt earlier when you began drinking. This is different.

"This will eventually lead to something more. Sometimes they'll pin your hands to prevent you from touching." You don't know when his hands were on your hips, but he removes them and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. You feel something force itself between your legs, brushing along your region. A moan escapes your lips, your body jumping from how sensitive it is.

You freeze in realization. You just moaned. Not only did you moan, but you just realize what that one feeling you’ve had since he started his demonstration. You're horny. What are you supposed to do? You can't play it off as a surprised sound, he's heard it before every time he scares you. You can't blame it on someone outside the room, you can only hear the music. So what are you going to do? You nervously look at Yoongi who was just staring at you. Yup. He totally heard you.

He says nothing. He doesn't say anything to you as he brings your hands together, holding them still with one of his hands as the other grabs your skirt. He lifts it. You can feel your skirt brush along your skin, going higher and higher until it reaches your thighs. The cold air from the air-conditioning hits your legs as you feel his thigh touch your warmth. You stay still as he let your skirt go, his leg disappearing underneath. He then grabs your waist tightly. You don't know what he’s going to do, but as he pulls you forward along his thigh, you inhale sharply, feeling a pleasure course through you.

He pushes you back then forth on his thigh, the friction becomes rougher as your panties become wetter and the fabric of his jeans becomes your source of continuing to feel this pleasure. Your breathing is getting heavier, eyes closing as you pick up your pace. You look down to see if you can view your movements, to see yourself brushing along his thigh, but it’s blocked by your skirt. All you can see is the movements of your hips. Placing a finger under your chin, Yoongi brings your head back up to look at him. You feel his finger travel down and to the middle of your neck before he wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing ever so lightly.

You whimper, feeling yourself build up. You don't have a rhythm anymore as you ride his thigh in an unnatural pattern. All to feel his thigh against your core; to feel him build you up and break you down as you reach your high. And that's what happens. You let out a choked moan as you feel the pressure release itself, your legs shaking, breathing stops as your high disappears.

Min Yoongi gave you your first orgasm.

“Remind yourself that it’s OK not to be perfect.”

— Unknown

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First Love | 09

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing

Word: 3.6k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

"You did what?" Ari yells, everyone's eyes in the dining room on you two.

"Will you keep it down," you whisper in a harsh tone.

"You, my best friend and the most introverted person to exist, got drunk and"—you can see the excitement and pride in her eyes—"fucking rode Yoongi's thigh, and he choked you!" She squeals, "You have a kink!"

"It wasn't like that," you try to explain, but you really have no excuse and Ari isn't buying it.

"I can't wait for all the other things he's going to "demonstrate". You better tell me everything," she chuckles, clapping her hands lightly in excitement. You regret telling her what happened yesterday, but you have to tell someone. Plus, she's your best friend, and as a best friend, you're obligated to tell her everything just as she tells you everything. Even if that means not wanting to hear the details she spills out when it comes to having sex with Hoseok. That's where you draw the line, but there is no line for her.

"He must have had something to drink, too. I doubt he would do anything like that again," you add, stabbing your pancake with your fork as you take a bite.

"I don't know, Y/N. You're cute, and I bet you looked irresistible when you wore my top with your skirt. I bet when he pinned your arms above you, he wanted to see what you had underneath," she teases, winking at you as she takes a bite of her own food.

"Good morning, neighbors." Hoseok appears at your table, holding two plates of food as he takes a seat next to Ari. "How is your morning so far?" he asks, placing a quick kiss on Ari's temple.

"Great," Ari begins, turning to look at him with puckered lips as he chuckles and gives her a quick kiss, “Y/N was telling me about yesterday.” 

You glare at her as Hoseok turns to look at you. “Oh, really? How did it go? Yoongi won’t tell me anything,” Hoseok exclaims. 

Before you can open your mouth to dismiss the conversation, Ari butts in, “She got drunk.” 

Hoseok gasps, “Really? I didn’t know you drank, Y/N.” 

“She doesn’t, but she made friends and ended up playing beer pong with them. Apparently she’s on the Wall of Fame at a sorority on 7th.” 

Hoseok nods for a moment, looking as if he's trying to figure out which sorority it is. You clearly don't know, and after a few more nods, his eyes light up in realization. "Oh that sorority! Wow you made it on their wall?"

"It was a tie and I was drunk so I didn't make that many shots compared to Hanbin," you elucidate, picking up a piece of your bacon and placing it in your mouth. You’re hoping that Ari will just keep it at that and not say anything else about your experience at the party. You glance at her, watching her smile at Hoseok in a loving way it hurts just a bit. You’re not going to lie that you’re happy for her, but you wish you can have that.

Ari is the complete opposite of you. She's sociable, funny, smart, she sticks up for herself, and she's just beautiful. She's everything you sometimes wished you can be. However, when you think of all the partying she does, all the friends she has, it's like a huge stack of chores to keep up with. You get invited to a party, they're expecting you to come, and that leads to socializing with everyone you know and don't know. It seems like it’ll be stressful to just even remember whose name belongs to which face. You give props to Ari for being as upbeat as she is all the time. 

“Hanbin?” Hoseok asks, seeming to be lost in thought at the name. “Where have I heard that name before?”

“Well you do have a classmate named Hanbin in your modern dance class,” Ari tells him, patting his back to possibly bring him back from his thoughts. 

Hoseok sighs, “It could be, but I think he said he’s not a fan of parties.” He shrugs. “Maybe he changed his mind.” Grabbing his fork, he begins to dig into his high stacked breakfast. “So what are your plans for tonight?”

“Uh, probably work on my project and watch a movie,” you answer him, watching with a bit of amazement and disgust as he stuffs his mouth. Ari doesn’t seem to notice as she takes a bite out of her own food. Hoseok must have been starving with the way he’s eating today. Usually he eats in a more polite manner, but not today it seems, and with Ari glancing at him with a small smirk gracing her lips, you don’t want to know why Hoseok looks as if he hasn’t eaten in days. “What about you guys?”

“There’s a movie we’ve been wanting to see so we decided to do a dinner and a movie,” she struggles, swallowing the food in her mouth. “You wanna come rather than be antisocial in the room?”

You think that you’d be offended by your roommate's comment, but you’re not as you take a drink from your cup. Ari’s comment is true. You plan on staying here, work a bit on your project, order some Chinese and watch movies before grabbing an ice cream from the mini fridge. No intention of talking to anyone for tonight. If Ari spends all day tomorrow with Hoseok, you’ll do the same thing you plan on doing tonight. It’s not that you don’t mind spending a day with Hoseok and Ari, but third wheeling is just weird. You don’t want to sit there and possibly watch these two make out for half an hour. So, before you can give her the big “no thank you”, your phone chimes, indicating you have a message. Pulling out your phone, and unlocking it, you read the text.

[11:37am] Jerk: Meet me at the back parking lot in an hour

You choke on your orange juice. “Are you okay?” Ari asks, staring at you with a look of concern and confusion. You hand her your phone, coughing as you wipe the juice from your face. “He wants to meet you again? He just saw you yesterday. What else is he gonna teach you? How to suck”—you glare at her, hoping she’ll catch herself and not mention anything related to what she’s about to say—“at pick up lines?” she falters, voice sounding tight as she glances at you and Hoseok. 

Hoseok frowns. “I don’t think Yoongi does pick up lines,” he objects, but he seems like he doesn’t know himself as he slightly cocks his head in thought. You don’t know whether to be shocked or disappointed by how oblivious he is. Shaking his head, he looks to you and says, “You should go and get ready.” 

You nod, quickly shoving as much food in your mouth as you can before grabbing your belongings. You gesture to your plate, watching Ari as she nods. “I’ll take your plate,” she groans, as you give her the thumbs up and hastily walk out the dining hall. 

Everything is a blur as you throw yourself into the shower, getting soap in your eyes before you’re finally throwing on clothes. Glancing at the clock on your desk, you discover you have ten minutes to do something to your hair and face, so you do what you can with your makeup and try your best with your hair, but since it's still wet, you can't do much. Slipping on your shoes, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing a gray hoodie, blue jeans, and black high tops. It's the best you can do in such short notice. Grabbing your phone, wallet and keys, you shove them in your bag and head out.

You walk the familiar route you took yesterday, making your way down the halls. Compared to last night, the halls are dead quiet. Everyone must still be asleep. Exiting hall and entering the crisp morning air, you walk down the steps in short, quick strides, trying your best not to trip and fall. As you reach ground level, you make your way to the back parking lot where Yoongi had parked his car last night after the party. That entire drive was dead silent; the two of you saying nothing. It wasn't until you reached your dorm that he gave you a simple "goodnight" before he entered his room leaving you alone in the hall.

Now you're about to see him again, and your mind just so happens to betray you by flashing memories of last night in your mind. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, heart pick up speed, and the flutter in your stomach become more noticeable. You're going to look ridiculously flustered when you see him, but you can't do anything about it as his car comes into view. All you can do now is hope he doesn't notice. Maybe he’s as oblivious as Hoseok.

Walking up to him, he’s leaning against his car and looking at his phone. He’s wearing ripped, blue jeans and a plain white shirt that seems a bit bigger than him. Now that you're out in the sun, light shining ever so brightly, you can see some of his tattoos more clearly. With the sleeve stopping at his elbow, you can only see the lower half of his arm covered in ink. You want to see what he has, but he looks up and says, "Ready to go?"

You blink a few times, registering his words. "Where are we going?"

Pushing himself off his car, he replies, "Being in a relationship means there are times where you'll have to participate or see your partner's hobbies. I have work, so you're coming with me."

"For a tattoo?" you ask dumbly, clearly knowing that that is the obvious answer.

Yoongi only nods, gesturing to the car with a second nod of his head. "Let's go," he directs, turning his back to you and gets into his car. He's not very gentlemanly, but you get into the passenger's seat without any complaints. The car ride is quiet. It isn't one of those comfortable silence but more of a nerve wrecking silence. One where you don't know what to say or do. He doesn't even bother putting on the radio to drown out the deafening silence. You keep your attention outside the window, watching the cars, people and buildings pass by. To your luck—to the begging of this car ride to be over, Yoongi pulls into a parking lot.

He finds a spot facing the buildings. Getting out of the car you glance at the shops in front of you. A Chinese restaurant, a salon, a boutique and finally a tattoo parlor. House of Cards is written in chicken scratch above the door. There are no window decals, nothing on the doors—it’s not what you’re expecting. Then again you don't know what a tattoo shop is supposed to look like, so maybe it's supposed to be simple outside.

Locking his car, Yoongi walks around it and towards the shop's door. You can hear him fiddle with his keys before a small click sound is heard and he pushes the door open. You quickly walk up to him before he turns back at you to see that you’re still by the car. Entering the building, you’re hit with a fragrance you can't quite tell what it is. It smells familiar but you can't quite put your finger to it. The inside of the shop, however, surprisingly looks exactly like you'd expect. The walls are gray, clean wooden floors, and a lot of paintings on the walls. A counter across the room with a computer and a stack of books are on it; to your left and right are stationaries where chairs that the customer sit on, chairs for the artist, and carts stand. 

Yoongi flicks on the lights, the room illuminating in light, and walks over to the counter and starts up the computer. You stand there in silence as you watch him basically open up the shop for the day. Running the computer, checking in for work, printing something out, and so many other things you don’t understand. “Go and sit in that chair over there,” he commands, not even looking as he points to your left. You look over to see the rows of chairs, unsure as to which chair to sit on. “The chair at the very end,” he adds. 

You can only nod as you do what you’re told. Reaching the end of the aisle, you take a seat in the corner of the room, watching Yoongi from afar as he pulls out his phone and types away at his keys. You set your bag on your lap, becoming aware as to how heavy it really is. When you open it, you notice your camera sitting at the bottom barely covered by your wallet, keys and phone. You must have forgotten to take it out when you took it with you to the animal shelter. To your luck, as you turn it on, the camera is almost at full charge. 

The sound of a bell ringing catches your attention. Looking up you see the door closing as a man enters the building, smiling politely at Yoongi. You don’t even hear the bell when the man opens the door, but then again you’re maybe far enough to not hear it. The man walks up to the counter where Yoongi stands, holding out his hand as he introduces himself. “I’m Chris, you must be Yoongi.” 

Yoongi shakes Chris’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man.” Letting go of Chris’s hand, Yoongi pulls out a sheet of paper from a folder he pulls out from the counter he stands behind. “I drew this up last night and this morning. Just let me know if you like it, want things changed, and once that's done we’ll get started.” 

Chris takes the paper, looking at it carefully before his face lights up in joy and awe. “This looks amazing. It’s perfect.” He hands the paper back to Yoongi. 

Yoongi nods. “Great. Just go ahead and sit over there where my friend is sitting while I get this ready to go.” 

Chris looks over to your area, muttering something to Yoongi that you can't hear before he walks towards you. He smiles as he reaches the end of the aisle. “Hello,” he tells you, unsure as to where he should be standing or sitting. He looks down at your camera on your lap and asks, “Are you here to take pictures?” 

You glance down at your camera. You don’t want to tell him that you’re just here to awkwardly watch him get his tattoo, so you lie, “Yeah. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll mainly be taking pictures of the artist for his album and for him to post on the website." You know all artists have photo albums for the customers to use, but do they have a website? They should. It's the 21st century and social media is everywhere and used consistently. "I hope you don't mind that I'm here," you say, tone apologetic.

He shakes his head. "Nah it's cool. If anything, can I have a photo to post on my Insta?"

You can't help but eagerly nod. You've never had someone want a photo you’ve taken before; it makes you feel like you're a professional photographer. "Of course. I'll show you some of the pictures I took once you're done getting your tattoo."

"Great!" Chris says enthusiastically, a huge smile growing on his face. You can't stop the one spreading on yours as the artist himself comes up to the two of you. You and Chris watch him as he pulls out the rubbing alcohol, a few towels, and a razor.

"Go ahead and take a seat on the bed," Yoongi says in a direct tone as he continues to get everything ready for today's session. Ah, so that's what it's called. Turning to look at it as Chris gets on the black furniture, you can see how it's a bed, but it also looks like a chair. Maybe it can be called either or; maybe you're overthinking this. Walking over to Chris, Yoongi takes a seat in his rolling chair, tapping the customer's leg for him to lie on his side so that he can probably shave his leg. You’re correct as you watch Yoongi put cream on Chris's leg and begin to shave.

Once he’s done shaving the area where the tattoo should be, you watch in awe as Yoongi cleans the area with rubbing alcohol and finally puts the outline of the tattoo on the shaved part of the leg. Yoongi smooths it down, grabbing a corner of the paper with his gloved hand and slowly pulls it back, revealing the outline of a hooded figure holding a scythe. At least that's what you're guessing since it's hard to tell what is holding the scythe, but since usually the Grim Reaper holds the scythe, that's your assumption.

Yoongi gets to work, a low buzzing filling the silence as he brings the machine to Chris's skin, beginning the process. You subtly adjust your camera, watching Yoongi so that he doesn't catch you snapping a photo of him and his customer. However, as you get more into finding good angles and getting the details he’s focusing on, Yoongi is staring at you as you zoom out. Chris is talking about something as Yoongi wipes some of the ink away with a paper towel. You almost blurt an apology, but remember that you have to play it off that you're supposed to be doing this. Still, you can feel it at the tip of your tongue. To your luck Yoongi doesn't seem to care as he turns his attention back to his work. Taking that to your advantage you continue your work.

As you zoom in again, your engrossment goes from the art on Chris's leg to the art on Yoongi's arm. From around the elbow you can see a basketball, but it looks flat and falling apart as pieces of the basketball fall and turn into music notes. There’s an old microphone, the cord wrapping around his arm and creating words you can’t read. Closer to his wrist is a piece that looks like his skin is ripped, revealing piano keys underneath. You figure the lower half of his arm is about his passion for music, but you wonder what the deteriorating basketball means. You want to see his entire arm; what his shirt covers and what you can’t see from where you’re sitting. 

You’re never going to have that opportunity to see his arm though. He’ll never let you see. So, you continue to take pictures of the two of them, thoughts still wandering to the sleeved arm.

Hours go by and your legs are begging to be stretched and to walk around. The tattoo is more detailed as time goes by and you’re amazed as to how real it looks. The Grim Reaper has its head down, the hood covering its face only revealing an open mouth with smoke coming out. It stands there looking tall and ready to strike with the scythe pointing down and towards you if you stand in front of it. It’s amazing how art can be captured in so many ways. 

By the time Yoongi is done, giving a final wipe at the ink, Chris is eager to see the finale. Yoongi points to a mirror at the front of the building standing next to the counter. You watch as Chris almost skips to the mirror as Yoongi begins to pack up. 

“This is great!” Chris gushes, looking at his tattoo with such an excited look on his face. He turns back to the two of you. “Can you take a picture of it for me?” he asks, looking to only you. You fumble with your words, none of it making any sense as you quickly walk over to him, getting to one knee and take a few shots of his new piece. He fishes in his pocket, pulling out a few bills and placing two in your hand, never giving you a chance to say anything. He looks behind you at Yoongi and questions, "How much do I owe you?" 

You’re trying to figure out what to say in order to give the money back, but Chris's demeanor is one that says he won't be taking that money back. So you hesitantly put it in your pocket as Chris pays Yoongi before he smiles, waves and leaves the two of you alone in the shop. Yoongi makes his way over to his station, cleaning up and putting things away. You awkwardly stand in place and watch, unsure as to what you should do. 

“So if you didn’t have your camera, what would you normally be doing?” he suddenly inquires, putting things in an open drawer. 

You think for a second before answering, “Watch you work?” It’s more of a question rather than an answer because you don’t know what you’d be doing.

“So you’d still sit in silence,” he foretells. 

“It takes me a while to be chatty with someone,” you defend, tone obviously offended by his statement. “It’s not like you were talking up a storm.” 

“When I find someone worth talking to, I’ll make conversation, but I was more focused on getting the tattoo done right rather than listen to what’s-his-name talk about his favorite show for three hours straight.” Yoongi places the final object in a drawer, closing it and finally looking at you. “Friday is when the dorm’s having a big party downstairs. That day you’re going to come to my room so I can teach you about body parts—more specifically the male penis and how to give a decent handjob.” 

You almost drop your camera.

ya know what, this year sucked so much in so many ways. it was painful, unfair, cruel and difficult, to say the least. the new year won’t magically erase all of the problems and issues we’ve faced in 2020 but i genuinely hope you and your loved ones are able to catch a break. i hope 2021, in whatever ways possible, is kinder to you. i hope healing comes fast and i hope all the heaviness put upon you starts to lessen