hello! can you do a drabble where y/n asks jungkook if she could color his tattoos? thank you!
Thanks so much for requesting this! I know it's been forever, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it!
Rating: General Audiences
TW: MC with anxiety around big crowds
âYou look like youâre about to hurl,â Jungkook admitted, placing the back of his hand to your forehead. âDo you feel bad?â
You shook your head, trying to put on a reassuring face. âNo. Iâm alright,â you said. âJust a little nervous. Iâll be a lot better once this is all over.â
âItâll be over quickly. I told them weâd give them ten minutes. Then we can call it a night and go home.â
Your couple reveal had been strategically planned. You had been in a relationship with Jungkook for just over a year when, together, youâd decided it was time to go public. You had expected to be mobbed. You had even expected to be interviewed. You were the BTS maknaeâs secret girlfriend, after all. That came with a certain level of public intrigue.
What you hadnât expected, however, was the massive fucking press briefing youâd been swindled into participating in.
You hated crowds. When you felt like you were under a microscope, your hands shook and your face grew blotchy. You knew this about yourself, and you had relayed it to the makeup stylist that had whisked you away, separating you from Jungkook the moment youâd entered the venue. Being away from him hadnât helped with the nerves and by the time you were reunited, both dolled up to the nines, you felt just about ready to heave yourself through the nearest exit.
âYou donât have to be scared; Iâll do all of the talking. You just have to sit there and be beautiful.â
âThatâsâŚnot nearly as reassuring as you think it is,â you chuckled half-heartedly, stumbling as a PA checked the security of your mic pack. Theyâd insisted on double-miccing just in case something went wrong with the tabletop microphones but the extra weight added to the back of your dress was only adding to your anxiety.
"Listen," Jungkook murmured, looping his hand through yours and interlocking your fingers with his, "if you get too nervous to think straight, there's going to be a pen and paper for you. Just scribble. Make it look like you're taking notes or making translations. That always helps."
You nodded, relieved to hear that there would, at the very least, be a way to keep your fidgety hands busy while on stage.
"You ready for this?" he asked.
"Yeah," you said, though the tone in your voice suggested otherwise. You jumped up and down a couple of times, trying to will away the last-minute jitters.
"You're going to do great," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple in an attempt to sooth your nerves. It was a comfort that you needed. Otherwise, you may not have been able to will yourself to put one foot in front of the other and walk out on stage.
And with that, you were off, walking arm in arm with Jungkook out onto a small stage in front of a sea of blinding flash bulbs. You could feel him lean forward to bow and followed his action before taking the few steps necessary to the table in the center of the stage and taking your seat.
"Thank you for coming to today'sâŚrather exciting event," a manager who would pose as the interview's moderator began, "To start, we'd like to thank you for your patience with the delay agreements. We know you'd like to have this story out as soon as possible. Frankly we would as well, but I'm sure you can see the value in letting the happy couple at least return home before the breaking newsâŚwellâŚbreaks." A smattering of indulging chuckles rippled out across the crowd, though you could tell that none of the reporters sitting in front of you were particularly amused by the manager's attempt to keep things lighthearted. "We'll be going on question at a time. I will call you by the name of your organization and you will be given the opportunity to ask a single question with one follow-upâŚ"
As the manager continued to rattle off the rules of the day's engagement, your focus began to drift.
As Jungkook had assured, a pen had been provided, but you couldn't seem to find a sheet of paper anywhere in your vicinity. Your eyes peered over to Jungkook who was already very animatedly answering questions.
Where did you meet?
How long had you been together?
He rattled off answer after answer but before you know it all eyes were on you. You should've seen this coming. You should've known you'd be obligated to answer at least one question throughout the course of this god-awful press event.
"Sorry, I didn't hear that," you murmured into the mic with an apologetic smile.
"That's alright. Y/N-ssi. The question was 'what drew you to your partner Jungkook'?"
"Oh!" you exclaimed in a way that drew an animated chuckle from the crowd that made your head spin. The feedback from the microphone had you jumping in your seat as well. "We, um, well, we met at the gym, as Jungkook pointed out. He'd tried to bench too much on his own and looked over to me to ask for help getting the barbell back onto its stand. So, I guess from the beginning I was really appreciative of his ability to ask for help when he needed it."
A quiet murmuring went out over the crowd. It was as though they were expecting more, though that had been all you were prepared to give. With your "part" out of the way, your eyes met the table. You wanted to go home where there weren't what felt like a million sets of eyes staring back at your, pleading for more, more, more.
Drawing you from your thoughts, Jungkook shoved your pen into your hand, rolling up his sleeve and letting his hand rest on your thigh, offering his arm - and further to the point, his tattoos - up to you. He'd done this before on occasion, when you'd been at a party and there had been too many people crowded around, or when you were at home and big storm had rolled through. Using your hands kept your brain occupied long enough to calm it.
So without hesitation, you reached out and began to trace the lines of his tattoos with the pen, shading around the edges and filling in where they had begun to bleed and lighten. And it helped. In fact, it helped so much that you'd hardly realized how much time had passed until Jungkook was standing from his seat and bowing, you shooting to your feet to do the same at his side. And then before you knew it, the junkit was over and you were being whisked out the back to a car waiting to take the both of you home.
"See?" Jungkook murmured, turning you by the chin so that he could place a quick kiss on your lips, "over before you knew it. And now we're free."
"Oh don't sound so dramatic."
"I mean it, though. We don't have to stay in on date nights anymore. We can go to the clubs now, or out shopping or to a coffeshop without starting some sort of rumor. You can visit us on tour stops without causing a huge rise. Now everybody is going to know," he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. "We're free."
"Well, when you put it that way, it does sound pretty niceâŚ" you chuckled, breathing your first sigh of relief since you had woken up that morning, as Jungkook leaned his head back against the headrest and took your hands into his own once again. It was then that you saw his forearm, the tattoos, and the number you'd done on his arm during the conference. "Sorry about that, by the way. I'll get you some rubbing alcohol when we get back to the apartment so we can get that off."
"No, no. I like it this way," he said, lifting his arm, along with your interlocked hands, to eye level so he could get a better look at the number you'd done on him, "Yeah, I think I might just bring a picture of this to my guy and have him make it like this permanently. That was I can have a little bit of you with me everywhere I go."
"Oh my god. Ew." you chuckled, pulling your hand away from his with a laugh, "Don't be so cheesy, Jeon Jungkook."
"I won't be cheesy if you don't give me a reason to be cheesy. How about that?"
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