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THIS WAS SO GOOD AND FLUFFY AND MY HEART AAAA
summary: in which jungkook’s tattoos cure your winter blues and you paint his life with colors.
> fluff / wc: 2.3k
> warnings: brief mention of mother gothel being an abusive gaslighter lol you’ll seeeee, one (1) nipple pinch
note: reblogged this post with the tattoos mentioned in the drabble so you can check those out for better visualization if you want !! :D
my first post of year being about jungkook’s tattoos only feels right. hehe feedback is always appreciated <3
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you breathe out another sigh as your peripheral vision catches the view of snow falling from the heavens yet again. you’re lying on the floor with a pillow and a blanket, only a few feet away from the glass door dividing the balcony and the living room.
“a penny for your thoughts?”
you tilt your head to peek through the book you’re reading. “what?”
“you’ve been sighing and pouting.” jungkook points out from the couch, dedicated to the task of folding the fresh laundry. two stacks of clothes, separated by yours and his, are sitting on his right, while the laundry basket is on his left.
“. . . and your octopus is mad.” referring to that famous reversible octopus plushie you bought for fun many months ago. it’s sitting behind your pillow, color blue and stitched with a displeased expression.
you lay down the book over your chest before sighing deeply. “i feel sad. i miss summer.”
your confession makes him quirk a curious eyebrow. “you miss summer? but you hate summer.”
unsure about how to explain yourself, you stick with silence, eyeing him intently with a frown you don’t even realize you’re making.
“what’s that look for?” he chuckles nervously while clutching a pair of your pajama shorts to his chest.
“you’re wearing a sweater.”
as if on cue, he looks down at the cream-colored sweater embracing his torso. “and? you got this for me.”
“it’s the reason i’m missing summer!” you sit up abruptly, the book stumbling over your lap before it finally lands on the floor. and before you can rethink the words you’ve been whining non-stop inside your head, they break free from the restraints on your tongue. “i miss seeing your tattoos.”
an amused grin paints his face. he throws his head back with his eyes closed and nose scrunched, laughing with no sound as he processes your revelation.
“that’s what this is about?”
“. . . yes.” you answer hesitantly, realizing how you just dug yourself a grave and pushed yourself in it.
he tuts as he tucks his long hair behind his ears, crossing his legs and stretching his tattooed arm on top of the couch’s backrest. you catch the tail of his snake tattoo peeking out of the sweater’s sleeve.
what an evil, sexy, sexy man.
“it’s your fault. you won’t let me turn up the heating so i’m always cold.”
“i woke up sweating yesterday when you turned it up again. this is a house, not a sauna.”
“and you make it too cold!” he interjects with a laugh. “want to meet halfway?”
it seems that the deal he just offered is the only possible solution to your winter blues. the holidays have come and gone. the decorations and lights are already being taken down, and you can’t stand to live a colorless life.
you act defeated, feigning your eagerness, but he doesn’t miss the small smile forming on your face. “fiiine.”
“okay!” he enthusiastically responds with that satisfied grin he makes when he gets his way.
he doesn’t waste any time. he instantly goes to adjust the temperature inside the house, going exactly between the numbers you stubbornly punch in behind each other’s backs. forced to come out of your little cocoon, you rip away the blanket from your body and toss it aside.
“i’ll get rid of the sweater now.” he clicks his tongue and sends a teasing wink your way as he walks to your shared bedroom.
you groan, burying your flustered face in the palm of your hands to hide. “i hate you sometimes.”
his melodic laughter echoes in the hallway.
—
jungkook enters the walk-in closet to replace the sweater with a classic white sleeveless shirt. on sunny days, he often wears this or go shirtless in your home. you’ve been especially happy with that since summer last year— after he got his faded tattoos colored, redesigned, and covered up.
of course, you’ve always shown plenty admiration to his first tattoos and the many more that came after them. he gradually filled up the space on his right arm with the ink and formed a tattoo sleeve. however, his new and improved tattoos seem to bring you a special kind of joy he must admit he doesn’t fully understand.
he’s been planning to get his arm fixed since he noticed the tattoos starting to fade, but he struggled to find the time to finalize his design ideas and get the job done. the truth is you were the one who inspired him to quit overthinking every little detail, and to finally carry on with his long overdue plans.
it all started with his birth flower.
—
“all those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in~” you sung along softly to tangled’s most beloved song.
jungkook diverted his attention from the television to observe you, unconsciously smiling to himself as he did so. your legs were draped over his lap, and your back was hunched forward as you entertained yourself with coloring his tiger lily tattoo as if it was a page on a coloring book.
it was seven minutes past midnight, and you like the room as dark as possible when you do movie date nights. that’s why you were practically using the lanterns during rapunzel and flynn rider’s ‘i see the light’ as your own lights of guidance as well.
when you paused the movie just before the song started, he thought you were just going to use the bathroom. but you quickly came back with the box of temporary tattoo markers he forgot that even existed. he bought it years ago and used the black marker to figure out the placements of his hand tattoos because he was scared that he’d end up not liking how they looked together. honestly, he doesn’t even remember packing it when he moved in with you. were you the one who saved it from the discard pile?
and as you held his arm close to you, you innocently asked him. “may i?”
“do whatever you want, baby.” he gave permission not only because your bewitching eyes were sparkling, but also because he knew how you find joy in doing little things like this.
you were most probably inspired by the sundrop flower mother gothel stole, he thought as he watched you bring his birth flower to life. you colored the anthers dark brown, and you were already halfway done with the orange petals.
he noticed that you kept on trying to move your head closer to his arm so you could see the details of his tattoo better, which caused your glasses to often slide down your nose bridge, so he took it upon himself to hang it suspended in the air to make things easier for you.
that was until you slapped his wrist lightly. “put it down. your arm will get sore.”
and he dropped it back down.
“thanks, baby boy.”
the pet name made him blush profusely, the rose tint that adorned the apple of his cheeks concealed by the light from the television screen reflecting on his face. its effect on him, never changing, because you only utter it occasionally and it catches him off guard every damn time.
when she successfully brought rapunzel back to the tower, you brought up how mother gothel is one of scariest disney villains for her realistic portrayal of an abusive gaslighter posing as a loving mother. jungkook didn’t even realize that you were still watching the movie. and then you obstructed his vision with the box of markers to briefly steal his attention away from the screen.
“pick two colors.”
“hmm, red and blue.”
“i’m doing this one next.” you pointed at the ‘WINNERS NEVER QUIT’ tattoo above the crease of his forearm. “should i use the colors interchangeably or like make a gradient?”
“gradient.” he responded, yawning sleepily right after.
“i sound like a real artist, don’t i?” you asked with a toothy grin.
“you are one. this looks pretty, love.” he talked about the tiger lily, stretching his forearm towards the television to shine light over it. “when did you get a glitter pen?”
you waved the gold glitter pen with a giggle. you used it to make the flower look like it was radiating magical star dust. “i brought it with the markers.”
and that’s when he decided to finally contact the tattoo artist he’s been meaning to meet up with since the year prior. you made him see the element of art that his tattoos dangerously lacked. colors.
if there was anyone on earth who would be able to open his eyes to that, it only made sense that it would be you.
—
“you finished showering?” you peeked into the walk-in closet, excitedly skipping your way to jungkook. he was standing infront of his underwear cabinet, fresh from the shower and only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.
he chuckled straight away when he noticed you holding the tube of ointment. “wait. let me put on my boxers first.”
“okaaay.”
you eagerly waited for him on the bench from the other side of the small room. he swiftly slid on a pair of black boxers and sat next to you, offering his arm for your therapeutic indulgence. ever since jungkook started getting his cover-ups done, you already made it part of your routine to apply the prescribed ointment on his healing tattoos throughout the day.
some people meditate, some people solve puzzles. you? you sit down and take your sweet time admiring the glorious pieces of art inked on your boyfriend’s skin.
“they’re so itchy. i want to scratch.” he spoke through gritted teeth as you applied a thin layer of the ointment on top of the tattoos on the outside of his forearm.
“i’m practically scratching them, you know?”
you cautiously swiped your fingers across his ‘RATHER BE DEAD THAN COOL’ and ‘MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES’ tattoos, connected by the letter T like they were the answers to a crossword puzzle. they were enhanced by giving them colored shadows: the former’s is red, and the latter blue. and because the letter T completes both tattoos, they mixed the two colors and gave it a purple shadow. oh god, it scratches your brain just right every time you see them. you love yourself some color theory.
the ones on the inside are almost completely healed, you’ve been through the itchiness and peeling off phase with them already. it never gets easier no matter how many times he has experienced it, always complaining about the itchy phase being worse than the pain of getting poked with the needles.
“no, you’re not. you’re so gentle that i feel like i’m being tickled. it makes it worse.” he cried out in frustration, head falling on your shoulder as he fought the excruciating urge to scratch his skin.
“so you want me to be rough and infect you?”
“. . . no.” his awkward voice came out muffled against your neck. “it actually makes me feel nice. like, inside my heart. thank you.”
—
“are you happy now, baby?”
jungkook’s mellifluous voice steals your focus from the purple sweater you’re folding over the table. he towers over you with his naked muscular arms crossed infront of his chest— the ravishing view you’ve dearly missed makes your lips slowly curve into a shy smile.
gone is the melancholia that visibly weighed you down, replaced by an aura he can only describe as the sunrise, but even the sunrise would hang its head in shame if challenged by your beauty and grace.
dear god, he wants to spend the rest of his waking days making you happy and learning what it means to be alive from the look on your face.
“very much.” you loop your hands around his forearms, and with a playful roll of his eyes, he lets you pull his weight down to the couch.
“you folded the rest of the clothes? how are you so fast?”
you reward his tattooed shoulder with lingering kisses before caging his face in your hands to give his lips a rather chaste one.
“i did. that’s the last one.” you pout at the direction of the sweater.
being your boyfriend’s diligent self, he scoots forward to fold it, excited to tick off the task of folding laundry from his to-do list. you seize this opportunity to trace the blue ‘BulletProof’ under his elbow, still finding the font super cool despite seeing it almost (fuck winter) everyday. knowing this all too well, jungkook smiles at the feeling of your delicate fingers caressing his skin. it’s almost as if you’re scared you could possibly erase the ink needled under it.
after carrying each of your own pile of folded clothes to the closet, jungkook voices out the idea that popped in his mind when he was changing his top. “let’s watch rapunzel. i’m in the mood for a disney movie today.”
you fail to bottle up a giggle, finding his little mistake so heartwarmingly endearing. “sure. but babe, the movie is called tangled.”
his doe eyes widen comically as if he was struck by headlights in the middle of the night. “that’s what i said!”
you lightly pinch his nipple. “you liar!”
“. . . was that supposed to be a punishment?”
you blink. “yes.”
his mischievous smile tells you everything that you need to know. “i said tangled the first time! cross my heart!”
“not gonna work anymore.” you stick your tongue out playfully, picking up the octopus plushie beside you and turning it inside out to reveal its yellow smiling face.
it’s his turn to sigh dramatically today.
as he starts typing ‘tangled’ on the television using the remote control, he mumbles to himself. “it was a nice try.”
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