People change with time, altering appearances, mostly willingly, and personas as age advances. In Jungkook's case, it means longer hair and getting a couple of tattoos while being on a proper break since an extended period of time filled by working non-stop. The latter is quite a surprise to see in real life after being apart for a few months, the next time meeting up being in a small tattoo parlour for the appointment to etch meaningful symbols into the skin not beheld truly in the long absence.

A snake just beneath the thumb, a cool design to suggest toughness and rebellion while also being a slight reference to Taehyung's favourite brand for the man is the one who has helped greatly in personal growth.

A crown on the right index finger to signify being proud of the achievements thus far, rising from a Busan boy with a dream to being a member of the biggest boy band worldwide.

A "J" on the ring finger to establish one's own name.

A smiley on the middle finger to emphasize the playfulness of character and a tribute to Nirvana.

The name of the fandom as significant as the family formed with six other men on the knuckles, the same family to be commemorated in the simple letters.

Five images, always carrying their stories with them to show the world.

Set while holding the other hand, delighting in feeling the sturdy grip again and the soft caress of the left thumb.

The same touch felt below on the broken white couch in the small apartment serving as a residence for the luxury home in Gangnam feels empty without the beloved's presence, hence is why the original home is always returned to in his absence. It is a bittersweet substitute for the solitude.

And a way for a young man to feel normal, like any other guy on the street, because the riches sometimes get to Kook after getting reacquainted with a simple life. All thanks to the one girl who accidentally bumped into him, rushing to catch the bus in order to get to work on time and failing in doing so due to stuttering apologies while bowing profusely. However, kind obsidian locks merely smiled forgiving and waved the situation away. Sensing the unease, the boy gave off his number to call back later and get a meal together to part on friendly terms.

But the parting never happened.

Paths only entwined.

Forming the road not taken.

Gradually, the contact intensifies in pressure as moans encourage grinning lips swallowing the steadily becoming louder unintelligible noises bouncing between four bare alabaster walls. Gasping fingers helplessly grab at the lush green pillow in the corner of the couch serving as mere decoration, pulling it near to muffle the stream of curses once a physical connection is established by a crown.

'Do my tattoos get you so wet, bunny? Make you so desperate that we just had to rush here?' The teasing tone hints at the embarrassing state of mind that came about while staring at the loved hands gathering the groceries in the nearby supermarket. In particular at the one portraying symbolic tales to the world, which had committed many sins before becoming even more temptingly beautiful, intensifying the rush of heat caused by the resurfaced memory of the last time galaxies collided.

Grey sweatpants pulled down to the ankles and dark monotone shirt still on while mindlessly fucking on this very same sofa.

Just before the last goodbye.

An opposite mirror of the current situation for a farewell is further down on the horizon and there is gentleness to replace the roughness.

A second digit joins in the maddening building of the anticipation of release, tears brimming in the edges of eyes going hazy with sensual insanity. 'Jungkook!'

'God, keep- tightening, huh?' A low chuckle falls from thin lips at the notice of a narrowing, doe eyes darkening in perverse satisfaction. A rough thrust evokes a shout of the lover's name, delighting in the harshness despite the pain. 'So impatient. First just shoving my hand in your panties before even closing the door and now tempting me like this,' another rough thrust elicits another shout bordering on a sob, revelling in the manhandling, 'begging for cock.'

'K- Kook, please. Please, please, please! F- Fuck me.' A fluttering palm wraps around the wrist continuously advancing forward but not being enough to topple off the cliff into bliss. 'I know y- you also want t- to. Please, want you inside.'

It is embarrassing to admit, but at feeling the hardened shape press against the thigh the mouth waters at the imagination of becoming one again. A sensation which is apparently reciprocated by pacing the actions of fingers and rutting hips seeking friction against the leggings that want to be torn off. 'Yeah, you want that?'

'Yes! God, yes! Want you, Jungkook.' Voice lowers to a whisper against lips letting a growl slip, chin forced into looking at the barely composed expression of the idol who is a simple Busan boy under this roof. 'Want you to- to fuck me sen- senseless.'

'I won't.' A whine cannot be suppressed at suddenly being left behind, hollow in the abyss of distanced hearts. However, it is forgiven when innocent apology comes through in the headshake after licking fingertips clean, furrowed brows groaning as below suggestion stirs.

Laces holding up stone-hued sweatpants come undone, every piece of fabric pushed down before contrastingly, indeed, ripping leggings off. 'I won't fuck you.'

Timid thighs close, flustered once again by the show of strength that always enhances the bodily temperature. Lips purse, hiding behind a curled finger and speaking in a cute manner. 'B- But, Kook, I- I haven't-'

'I won't fuck you, Y/N. I don't want to.' Kind of awkwardly, restricted by the makeshift shackles below, the former position is taken up again as legs welcome the return of the slim waist by wrapping around it. The inked hand envelops the cheek perfectly, the snake lovingly sitting snug against the surface. 'I want to take it slow. I want to make love to you.'

Teeth bite down on the bottom lip to suppress a pleased moan as the tongue swirls around each tale as they are temporarily removed, savouring each chronicle to which the personal one has not been added as a design has not been thought of yet and Jungkook wants to commemorate the story of us in the most perfect way.

After all, he remains a golden perfectionist.

'So fucking beautiful.' A twist occurs as the compliment is spoken, transparent wanting creating a long thread betraying being barely able to remain in control. So do the quickened breaths and renewed seeking of friction against the leg. 'But, bunny, I also- shit, keep sucking. Fuck, you're gorgeous. Bu- But can we do it without a condom?'

By means of giving consent to the idea, the hand is returned to where it rested before as the back of the neck is enveloped, bringing it closer to breach the gap between foreheads resting against each other. Into a kiss distracting from the pain of the bare burning sensation, beggingly scratching. However, it does not fully avert attention from the stretching agony as nails dig into the flesh covered by fluffy onyx locks.

'Ah, fuck, fuck~ This feels so much better.' The first advance tests the waters, adjusting to the new sensations while revelling in the sting of cramped digits. 'So good. Wet. Fits my cock per- perf- perfectly!'

Perhaps a bit too seamlessly as growling premature warm gratitude cannot be prevented, coating the connection of collided galaxies. 'Take that hot load, babe. Yeah, keep tightening around that dick. Fucking yours.'

In spite of coming undone, immediately a steady slow pace is set. Hips rock languidly like calm waves rolling onto the shore, evenly rising and falling chest vibrating with purring growing louder when hair is tugged at or run through by relaxed nails, kisses broken up by smiles, lewd remarks or gasps. All against a shared symphony of grunts, mewls and leaking ivory, a strong arm wrapped around the middle to maintain the close embrace.

'I missed this, missed you. I missed you so much.' The unmarked hand grabs the armrest, clamping around the furniture part for extra support and momentum for trembling limbs as feverish lips whisper against the throat. 'Missed your perfect fucking tight pussy. Only for me to stuff, to- to... mhm, shit. Let drip with... my- my... oh shit~ You're soaking, bunny.'

The remarks die down in the languid pace steadily building up the release into ignorant oblivion, bodies colliding over and over and the one below like the moon to the ocean above. Contently under the influence of corrupted madness, rejoicing in the nearness of a beloved and loving the sturdy grip growing tighter until chests are glued together, the hearts they contain beating in unison.

Toppling into the vast alabaster sea together simultaneously, falling calmly into spreading grateful warmth without loud shouts like the last time.

Everything is different.

Everything is the same.

Hazy doe eyes rest their forehead on those looking on in misted serenity, lashes fluttering shut as sight is not recovered and all focus shifts to regaining breath first. A satisfied hum breaks the hush filled with soft panting as hips slow and come to a halt. 'We- We should do this more often.'

'Yeah, we should.' Because, strangely, the removal of rubber makes the experience more meaningful because it allows a true becoming of one. The perfect melting of two souls in tranquillity.

In sincerity.

In significance.

'I should get more tattoos, certainly if they make you act like this.' Thumb caressing the cheek innocently, all sin is erased from intention. Even from the playfully teasing suggestion spoken just now before Jungkook smiles into a lazy kiss and has regained a sense of seriousness. 'The first one symbolizing us.'

'What- Kook, stop.' Boldly, hips have begun to move again but in a harsher fashion, pinning the ones they handled so gently before into the bouncy surface below. The easy sliding is uncomfortable yet arousing, ivory leaking out with every advance by the gradually hardening shape within. Notwithstanding, an answer wants to be had lest minds fall into youthful coyness once more. 'What would it look like?'

'I don't- fuck, warm... don't know yet. Something elegant. Beautiful.' Jaw clenched, the reply comes laboriously under the chuckled breaths of brows knitted together. 'Meaning forever.'

'Forever?'

'Yes, forever. That's, mhm, how long I'll be with, ah, with you. Around the ring finger, both of us.' The anchoring embrace of the waist is renewed, teeth biting down on the lower lip as the deepest depth of the beloved sea joining in the foolery is gruntingly endeavoured to be reached at the cost of proper grammar.

But the intention is clear regardless.

'I like that idea. L- Let's do that.'

Everything is different.

Everything is the same.

Stories remain.

Engravings in ink.

Around the ring finger.

A promise.

Lasting forever.