Bangtan Sonyeondan Tattoo Novels & Stories

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

She also noticed that Yohan didn't mention her or make an effort to talk to her. When Sara arrived at the music class after a month, she was taken aback to see Yohan already there, engaged in a phone conversation. His unannounced arrival surprised her, as he hadn't informed her or Noah about his return. Yohan appeared striking, clad in a crisp white shirt and sleek black pants. He held his blazer in one arm while casually sliding his hand into his pocket. Sporting black sunglasses, he'd rolled up his sleeves, revealing a massive tattoo adorning his right arm. As he noticed her, he promptly ended the phone call, slipping both hands back into his pockets, radiating an undeniable aura of style

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

The most appalling part was that there was a massive tattoo etched onto his chest. It was of a sturdily built monkey with its fangs bared and claws brandished. “Hanuman. The people of Thailand believe in the God of Strength, Hanuman.” Juan immediately realized that Thailand’s mana talisman tattoos always had a strong meaning, and the Hanuman tattoo symbolized power. Juan had never believed in the so-called mana talisman tattoos. Even when Waltier brought in the most well-known monk of Thailand to etch the love locker tattoo for him and Mona, Juan was of the opinion that it was an odd superstition.

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.

He avoided the topic, like always. I didn’t push him. Instead, I reached for his hand, running my fingers over his wrist, and my breath caught. There, inked just below the veins of his wrist, was my name. Cheryl Cho-Sunhee Han. He got a tattoo? Mr. Han hated tattoos. "That’s my name," I murmured, tracing the letters. "Yeah," he said, watching me carefully. "Got it done about a week ago." A lump formed in my throat. "I didn’t even notice," I whispered. "Thank you."

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

He spoke in an emotionless tone making Summer go quite. "Fine. I am forgiving you." She held the strips of her bag. "But you have to buy me lunch today and I not not letting you go easily." She told him making him smile. He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want to eat." "Okay then... let's go." She started walking while this time he was walking beside her matching their foot steps. "Alex won't bully you now. Do you have that tattoo? Where is it on your body?" Every Yakuza member would get a tattoo either on neck or shoulder or hand to indicate their organization. The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father.