>.> YoonKook (platonic or romantic, entirely up to you) + Jungkook getting his first tattoo and *ow* it wasn't supposed to hurt this bad đ
Alrighty hereâs some fluffy Yoonkook for you, Dean! Thank you for being my first request, I hope you like it ^-^
âI still donât know why out of everyone, you asked me to come along with you,â Yoongi huffed.
âBecause youâre my favorite hyung,â Jungkook replied nonchalantly. âAnd would you really have liked it if I came by myself?â He teased, mischievous smile adorning his face.
Yoongi shrugged, looking anywhere but Jungkookâs face. âDoesnât matter to me,â he mumbled.
Jungkook hummed noncommittedly, knowing that Yoongi was having one of his moments where he pretended to not be as soft as he actually was.
The tattoo artist warned Jungkook that she was going to start inking, and he nodded to let her know he was ready. This was his first tattoo, but Jungkook knew that he could handle it. It couldnât possibly hurt that bad.
As the needles started pricking his skin for the first time, Jungkook had to control himself to not pull away from the sensation on instinct. But other than the unfamiliar feeling, he was right. It really wasnât that bad.
âSee, I told you youâd be fine,â Yoongi said after the tension in Jungkookâs body settled down.
âMaybe you should think about getting your own tattoo,â Jungkook said, a teasing lilt to his voice. âIâll come with you to support you when it hurts too much.â
There was suddenly a sharp pain where the needle was getting close to the inner part of his elbow, and in his shock Jungkookâs other hand quickly reached for Yoongiâs, squeezing tightly.
Yoongi stared dumbly at Jungkookâs hand in his, mind suddenly blank.
âOw,â Jungkook drew out when the pain continued, not letting up on his grip on Yoongiâs hand. âIt wasnât supposed to hurt this bad.â
The artist apologized, explaining that the inner arm, especially around the elbow tended to hurt more. She asked if he needed a break.
âNo, itâs okay,â Jungkook said, regulating his breathing as he got used to the sting. âItâs getting better.â
Jungkook realized that his hand was holding onto Yoongiâs, and his heart jumped in worry for a brief moment until he took a look at his hyung.
Yoongi was still staring at their interconnected hands, and Jungkook could have sworn he saw a tinge of red sitting on his cheeks.
When Jungkook tried pulling his hand away Yoongi tightened his own grip, keeping him from letting go. âWhoâs the one who needs support through the pain now,â Yoongi said, a smirk settling on his face.
âHyung,â Jungkook whined. âI want to see you sitting here, see how well you do.â
âWell, if I do Iâll be sure to bring you along,â Yoongi said as he hesitantly laced their fingers together.
Jungkook could feel a blush resting on his own cheeks, wondering if Yoongiâs actions and words meant what he hoped they did.
Because Jungkook really wasnât lying when he said Yoongi was his favorite hyung.
