#plsgod

He narrowed his eyes, pausing for just a moment before slowly moving his feet off the couch and on the ground to stand up. You stared at him cautiously, again this is Jin, the Seokjin, he’ll get what he wants one way or another. Curling up into a tighter ball of defense against the giant man you were ready for whats to come, he turned his body back to face yours, eyes hardened with determination to get your hoodie--which was actually Namjoon’s but we’re not gonna talk about that. 

“Hyung what’s going on?” A deep voice called out from the hallway, seconds after Taehyung strolled into the large living room. Eyes glancing at Jin, then to you, and back. 

“I want her hoodie.” Jin scoffs taking a step closer

“I told you already, no. Tae help me pleaseee.” 

Quickly taking the alternate route you reach out towards the younger male and hope that he’ll save you from loosing your article of warmth. He took a step closer, matching Jin in distance now as they both closed in. With a quick step, Jin launched himself onto your body before Taehyung could react, sliding his large hands under the thick material while barely ghosting his thumb on your stomach as your shirt began to rise as well. 

The warmth that traveled from his hands onto your bare skin was enough to make you shiver, but with a yank Jin had the large hoodie up and off your body in a blink. 

“See I to- woah” 

Jin’s words cut themselves off as he stood, hoodie hanging in one hand and the other hanging limply at his side. You looked between each of the boys, curious as to what they were so surprised about, but with the seconds ticking by the two stood eerily still. 

The heavy black ink that blanketed your arms were nothing less of impressive, each tattoo was planned and specifically drawn to create a flowing story that traveled the skin of your arms, the amount of hours it had taken to finish the project was gasp-worthy. 

Taehyung flew to your side, butt landing half on the couch and half in your lap, he began to run his fingers across each of the art pieces, taking in their full beauty. As a lover of art it was expected for him to be entranced with them, but from what you could tell, tonight was going to be a night of heavy petting from him. 

Jin finally came out of his trance, hoodie dropping from his hand as he slowly lowered himself to your other side and grasped your left arm lightly. 

“How, how did we never find out about these?” His voice was nothing less than shocked, surprised, in awe, take your pick. Turning your arm over to get a look at each and every one of them he mumbled incoherent words to himself.

“How long...how much did they hurt? When did you get them?” Jin looked up towards you smiling eyes, taking in his appearance as he looked like a little kid discovering something new. 

“Well it was finished before I left to live here, and I honestly forgot how many hours it took.” You laughed while trying to pull your arms away from each of the boys, but neither wanted to give them back. 

“Did they hurt a lot?” Tae whispered, warm breath fanning across the shell of your ear as the distance between your ear and his lips was dangerously close. 

“Depending on where they are, some yes and others I fell asleep during them.” 

Jin opened his mouth, prepared to yell at you for having the audacity to sleep while being tattooed but with the sudden opening of the front door his words were cut off. 

“Guys were back!” Jimin’s light voice echoed through the nearly silent dorms, his footsteps filling the void as he ran to the living room. Five other pairs followed behind, as everyone was excited that you had come over and promised a sleepover nonetheless. 

“Sorry we were so late, it seems like everyone had the idea of getting snacks today.” Namjoon slowly began to take off his coat and scarf, setting them down on the other couch before he looked over to see Jin and Tae smothering you. 

You glanced from the two boys next to you, your arms, then to the five new boys who were all staring in shock. 

“Surprise?” 

You shrugged your shoulders upward, voice faltering a bit as each one was a silent as the two were before. Seconds passed by, each newcomer still silent with shock as they took in the tattoos that littered your arms, bits of skin showed here and there but most was heavily shaded or completely filled in with black ink. 

“When did you get these.” Namjoon spoke softly, grabbing your hand from Jin much like a prince would and slowly lifted you from the couch and into the arms of the other five. 

“Before she came here.” Taehyung scoffed lightly as you were lifted from his hold. 

“You knew about them?” Jimin looked over to the other two boys of the couch, hardened eyes gleaming as jealousy burned in his stomach from the thought of you trusting them more than him. 

“No they just found out a couple minutes ago.” You quickly stepped in, noticing the tension that was building between the two younger boys.

“They’re beautiful to say the least.” Yoongi walked in between Jimin and you, taking your arm into his hands and looked just as Jin did. With Namjoon still studying one arm and Yoongi on the other it was fairly easy for Jungkook and Hobi to run up next to the others and begin to run their fingers over each tattoo.

“It must of hurt a lot!” Hobi looked over into your eyes for confirmation, be it the intent of a comfort session or his unconscious feeling of being proud of you for being able to withstand that much pain. But your gut told you to trust your first option as that boy would use anything and everything as an excuse to whisk you away and have you to himself. 

“Not really, it’s actually kind of addicting to get them.” You shyly spoke as each boy eyed you as if you were insane. 

“She fell asleep while getting some!” Jin yelled out, apparently still stuck on that fact, but to your defense when your laying on the table for hours on end and your tired. Nothing will stop you from sleeping. Nothing.

With the quick action of the lights dimming down, each boy looked over to the switch where Jimin stood. 

“What? We were supposed to watch a movie anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a large bag of candy from the grocery bag, popping a few in his mouth before wrapping his arm around your waist as he walked by, thus dragging you down and on his lap as he rested on the couch. 

“Hey you cuddled with her last time!” Tae shouted at Jimin, a sour look on his face as Jimin shrugged one again and grabbed the TV remote to start the movie. 

“I suggest you grab her next time.” 

As Jimin pressed play on the remote and threw a couple more candies in his mouth, popping one in yours as well. A large hand wrapped around your arm and quickly yanked you off Jimin’s lap and into the warm chest of their leader. The broadness of his chest was nothing to joke about, nearly centimeters away from competing with Jin, Namjoon let out a loud laugh. His shoulders bouncing along with the light vibration from his chest melting into your hearing as it buzzed your head. 

“I suggest you grab her next time.” Namjoon mocked the younger, a pout evident on Jimin’s thick lips as he was bested by his own comment. You looked up at Namjoon, warm brown eyes meeting yours with a dimpled smile he slowly lifted your inked arms back into his sight and began to study them more. 

They were intriguing to him, each piece was put there for a reason as it made the story flow, the true meaning of a picture is worth a thousand words. 

“What does this one mean.” 

He pointed to the heavily detailed one that wrapped around your forearm.

“Namjoon I’ll tell you later, we’re supposed to be watching a movie right now.”

With a huff of dissatisfaction he slowly rubbed his thumb across each one, feeling the slight alteration of the ink beneath your skin. With small movements you slowly moved your frozen, sock covered feet underneath Jimin’s butt for warmth. You eyes locked with his, a look of confusion and disbelief laced his face as you only gave him a subtle wink and looked back to the movie. 

He slowly lowered his arm onto your leg, rubbing your ankle in a way to substitute for not being able to cuddle once again. With the comforting feeling of Namjoon’s arms wrapped around you and Jimin stroking your skin it was enough to make your heart overflow with adoration for the boys all over again. 

“Is that my hoodie?” Namjoon’s voice rumbled through your head as it rested against his chest, the hoodie you were previously wearing was lying on the ground in front of you all. Clear evidence of your and Jins fight, looking over at Jin a quick smile pulled his thick lips upwards, the two of you trying not to laugh for no reason at all. 

“No.”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for that! You, you sneaky little. You have your own clothes!” Namjoon huffed out, staring down at you with a faltering look of anger as he was trying so hard not to smile.

“Fine, Yoongi can I wear your clothes from now on?” 

“Sure.” The brown haired male looked over with a gummy smile before going back to watching the movie.