#tl:w

I am one of those people who think you should not try to look like someone you’re not for somebody else, so it shouldn’t matter. you like tattoos? you go get them. you like piercings? you go get them. if the person of your interest doesn’t like you because of something as trivial as a tattoo then they’re not worth your time, no matter how sweet they might be otherwise…

but that wasn’t the question lmao. sorry ^^

I’m not sure, but wasn’t there a time they talked about something like that? I don’t really remember. I’ll try though :’D

It’s sort of obvious that Jungkook is into things like that, so he might like it. Probably eager to know if it hurts getting it done or what the meaning is behind your tattoo.

I feel like Hoseok would like it too, tracing it with his fingertips whenever given the chance. 

Jimin would probably compliment it every time he catches a glimpse of it, although he might prefer the sight of the ink-free parts of your body. But who knows right.

Taehyung would simply appreciate your existence, with tattoos or not. Depending on the motive, though, he might use it as an excuse to touch you and making ridiculous remarks and inhuman noises. idek. 

Yoongi doesn’t give a fuck, shit, whatever :) …. he’d like you for who you are and not for what you look like. 

Namjoon. I’m actually not sure. One part of my brain tells me he might find it sexy, while the other part says he might give you a speech about how tattoos are bad for your skin and health. But at the end of the day he’d kiss it when he thinks you’re asleep or something :’D

He’d probably rush inside the dorm, swiveling expertly past every GOT7 member that gets in his way with a short greeting, just to quickly, QUICKLY pet Coco. And he’d play with the dog all day and it would be getting dark outside when Namjoon finally loses his patience and tells him to say goodbye because they had to go now, fearing they had long overstayed their welcome. And Taehyung would let out a whimper, probably the saddest sound Namjoon heard in a while. But, no, he’d tell him as he’s already making his way to the door, Jackson and the others following to see them off. Which would leave Taehyung alone with the dog and he figures he’d have to act fast! 

He’d soon join them in the hallway, sensing the scrutinizing stares on his back as he steps into his shoes. Jackson would be the first to ask what the strange bulge on his chest was, at which Taehyung tugs his coat tighter, turning as the other tries to poke it and says something about trying to raise tumors and don’t touch them please. But Namjoon would be quick to argue about how it didn’t work this way and damn him, Taehyung groans on the inside, because whose side was he on exactly?! 

They’d catch him off guard then, Jinyoung sneaking up from behind him and groping at the bulging coat on Taehyung’s chest, first eliciting an inhuman yelp and then a low growl. And Taehyung would squirm when the other quips something about some feisty tumors and Namjoon lets out a sigh, staring the younger down. But then Namjoon would make a promise, swearing on his new wallet that he’d allow Taehyung to pet Rapmon all he wants the next time they get the chance to go home.

Taehyung trusts Namjoon, so he’d free the dog in the blink of an eye, ruffling Coco’s fur one last time before Namjoon manages to bulldozer him out of the dorm! 

ajksdaksd omg yes.

So now imagine Taehyung staying atYoongi’s house and his parents insist on Taehyung taking Yoongi’s bed–becausethat’s the proper thing to do–whereas Yoongi should sleep on the couch in theliving room. And despite Taehyung’s awkward protests of ‘I can’t takehyung’s bed’ the arrangements remain.

However, as night falls Yoongi finds hecan’t sleep, the room is too big and empty and he feels his nerves fraying atthe insistent ticking of the clock on the wall. And Yoongi comes to thestartling realization that he misses something, or someone, whatever really aslong as he doesn’t have to sleep alone. Grabbing his pillow, he tiptoes towardshis room and peeks inside. 

“Taehyung,” he calls out and receives atired grunt in response. He’d feel embarrassed if it wasn’t for the exhaustiontugging at his seams until he feels he is about to fall apart and he figures hecan definitely put if off until the morning. So when Taehyung finally comesaround, sitting up caught off guard and very sleepy, Yoongi moves towards hisbed completely unabashed and halts only when he feels the cold wood of the bedframe against his knees. “Hyung?” Taehyung murmurs and it’s too dark to gaugehis expression but Yoongi hears the gentle curl of lips in his voice and letsout an impatient sigh. 

“Can’t sleep,” is all he says whereat hehears Taehyung shift and then he sees him throw back his blanket in an unspokeninvitation. Yoongi purses his lips at the lack of hesitation but doesn’tquestion it as he crawls into bed, patting his pillow in place. 

“Better?” Taehyung yawns and Yoongicontemplates, because no, not yet. He turns to settle on his side, curling upagainst Taehyung’s warmth and yes, that’s more like it, he figures,which elicits a breathy laugh from the younger. However, only a momentlater he feels loose limbs tangle with his own and soft breath fan across hischeek and Yoongi realizes he is more than comfortable.

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Theremust have been at least a thousand tiny wings trapped somewhere beneath hisskin because Hoseok swore he felt every single cell within his body tremble. Beit in excitement or maybe something akin to fear, he couldn’t pinpoint but hefigured quickly, knowing wouldn’t help at all. He fidgeted in his seat, again,shifting his weight from one side to the other, thoughtful of the boy in theseat next to his own. And for the umpteenth time that day Hoseok found himselfcontemplating all of the rush decisions he’s ever made in his life and theirinevitable outcome, all while keeping his eyes trained on the thoroughly abused cuffs ofhis sleeves, stretched beyond their limit. Just like him.

“Are we—….Are we really doing this?” His voice shook with acid doubt, unsettling and growingsomewhere in the pit of his stomach, even more so when Taehyung regarded him withsilent concern, maybe he was just as uncertain as Hoseok was. Because there wasno way Taehyung could have been serious when he suddenly suggested to run away,together, sealing unspoken promises with hesitant but lingering kisses, so breathtakinglysweet and numbing at the same time.

I really want to but I can’t make up my mind :’D

for now i settled for: 

Jimin and Jin as Nobles (like Regis and Siera)Namjoon as FrankensteinJungkook as RaizelYoongi as modified human (M-21)Taehyung as modified human (Tao)Hoseok as modified human (Takeo or Yuri maybe) ^^;;

“I can’t believe you mademe watch this,” Jimin griped, face pale and eyes flighty as he stomped out ofthe tiny cinema hall, the smallest the theater in town offered for the lesspopular flicks. And now he believed he knew why.

Krampus.

It will be fun, Yoongisaid.

Fun. Right. He should haveknow his boyfriend was not to be trusted.

“Come on, it wasn’t thatbad,” Jimin heard the smile in his voice and bristled, “Wait, no. Actually,it was that bad. I wasted our money.” Yoongi muttered with false regretand Jimin stopped in his tracks, which had the other stumble into his slightlysturdier frame.

“That’s really notthe point, Yoongi,” Jimin seethed, blood boiling at the sight of a shit-eatinggrin that stretched across his lover’s face and for a moment he itched to fightYoongi’s arms that came up to wind tightly around his waist. His breath caughtin his throat at their close proximity, in public, but his body melted into thefamiliar embrace, so gentle and loving. Goddammit. Jimin felt the anger softenat the very edges at the brush of lips against his cheek.

“Then, what is?” Yoongi teased,but his arms curled around Jimin impossibly tighter.

“I will never be able tocelebrate Christmas again,” Jimin confessed, face burning and fingers catchingat the seam of his lover’s shirt. He felt lips, now on his temple and then asmile.

“It’s ok. We will celebratetogether.”

For the first time in hislife Hoseok thought he was losing his mind, close to it at least or maybe,maybe he’s always been “different” as Yoongi liked to claim in his daily, quietmonologues muttered in between disbelieving sighs.

“You’re smiling like amadman, again, Hoseok,” Yoongi hissed while squinting in his general direction,as if he was trying to get a glimpse of an unfiltered, megawatted light sourcebut gave up in the end and continued to fill up the shelves in his usualmethodical manner.

It was a constant recurrence,a routine, this particular remark so familiar, Hoseok saw no point in feelingthe least bit offended. But the boy that had caught Hoseok’s eye about a minuteago, currently searching through the lollipop bin they had placed at theregister, wasn’t.

Nothing about him was. And nothingseemed to make sense. Not the bright lilac staining every single strand of hishair, nor the fascinating shades of tropical colors that reflected in his eyeswithin the span of a millisecond right after every flutter of his long lashes.Even less sense made, the butterfly inked across the tan skin on the back ofthe boy’s neck; the same butterfly that Hoseok believed to have seen flap itswings the moment he had laid his eyes on him.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,”Hoseok heard Yoongi whine in protest from somewhere behind him and thenshuffling and then there was silence, when they were faced with a brilliantsmile that rivaled Hoseok’s own. The butterfly fluttered, wings caressing bareshoulders and collarbones and freezing in place once again.

This time Hoseok wascertain he had lost his mind and absolutely nothing made sense but hedecided he didn’t mind.