title: kissin on my tattoos
summary: jimin was kind, and jungkook wanted love.

jungkook was an ex-convict fresh out of prison. he had committed sins that dug deep beneath his skin, his dark eyes hiding all the terrors he had caused. his body was scarred by promises of nightmare in the form of ink that seeped deep into his very pores. those tattoos were the sole reason no one dared to look at him. jeon jungkook, in short, was satan in a form of black orbs and ripped denim jacket.
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jimin, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. he was as beautiful as the decedents of Aphrodite, and had the biggest heart. he was always more than willing to offer everyone with a little bit of his love. not only did he had droopy round eyes that were constantly carved into crescents, he also had cheeks that were full and made him even more child-like. he was quiet, and silence was his virtue. 
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no matter how different they were, they fell in love. jungkook fell in love with the kind boy down street 7, and jimin fell in love with the boy that was so beautiful that no one noticed him. 
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jungkook had his fits here and there. the customers that constantly showered jimin with adoration kept coming back and the possessive side of him couldn't sit still. one day he decided to all heavens and dragged jimin directly into his lap, tattooed arms curling around jimin's mid section as he glared at the regular patrons. no one even knew jimin was associated with the thug sitting at the corner if the cafe.
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"don't mind him," jimin would say sweetly,