Tattoos (One-Shot)
Ne~ gooddaymoderato, let's entertain each other with BB fanfics? XD
Title: Tattoos (One-Shot)
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: GDTOP
Prompt: I gave myself the prompt of GD’s Tattoo, specifically the moderato (tempo) one. Youkoyugi-dongsaeng encouraged me to write this one, when at the time I only had a little plot bunny. It’s obviously still little considering this is only 378 words… but it’s out there now, right? :3
Random Note: In GD's point of view
In my defense, I got it before I knew him.
Okay, that’s a little lie.
Actually, I got it when he was still Tempo, even.
So it was a total lie.
But when we’re in bed together one night and he’s placing soft kisses against it, I can’t help but ask him why.
“This is my arm.” He replies simply.
“It tickles,” I whine to him, not doing anything to stop him. I pout, “And what about the other arm?”
“It’s not mine.”
“But it’s no one else’s either.”
He places a kiss to my lips before replying as if it’s plain as day, “I like this arm better,” and continuing to place butterfly kisses on “his” arm.
I’m stunned silent, he’s being cute again. Dammit.
I twitch slightly, “It really does tickle.” I whine again. “Why not go for my shoulder or something?” I suggest, pointing to my other tattoo, my newest one.
“That’s not mine either.” He whines to me.
My god, stop it or I’ll be forced to jump you for being too cute. I warn him through telepathy.
He glances up at me with his gorgeous eyes, as if he actually got my message, and gives me a smirk.
Dammit… Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I move so I’m over him, straddling him, and shyness takes over as well as hormones, and it becomes a strange mix of me just staring at him and wondering what the fuck I’m doing because god knows I don’t do top.
No pun intended. I do TOP, not top. Okay. I’m done now. He distracts me with a kiss to my arm again.
“The rest of me is yours also.” I whisper softly, scratching at my arm. It seriously itches now.
He smiles up at me and pulls me down into a kiss.
“Shaddup.” TaeYang orders from the next bed.
I drop my head onto my lover’s chest as he smiles, mischievous and childish, the usual from the eldest member.
“Just go to sleep already.” He tells my best friend.
“Shut up.” The second oldest demands again. “If I hear one more sappy thing from you guys, I think I’ll puke.”
“You’re just bitter.” I laugh.
He remains silent. Maybe I should find him a boy girlfriend.