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ivory | writer | 18+

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First Love | 09

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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.

First Love | 09

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