Synopsis: You needed to get a tattoo covered up, one you got for your ex. You’re in a new city and go to the closest tattoo parlor by your apartment. The main tattoo artist and owner just so happens to live across the hall from you. Drunken actions turn into a spiral of emotions and your first healthy relationship.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Part 2 ࿐ྂ
The black ink of a slightly faded tattoo stared back at you, right on the inner part of your left wrist.
It’s been almost a year since you broke up with your last boyfriend, the relationship lasting far longer than it should have. The toxicity and constant insecurity while being with him took a toll on you until you finally broke.
Moving to Seoul was an abrupt decision. Your main goal was to just get as much distance as you could from him, in hopes he’d fade with your memories.
This tattoo on your wrist fails to help you forget about him though.
You had gotten it as a matching couples tattoo. Despite all the warnings from people and the internet to never get matching tattoos with someone, you had made yet another impulsive decision.
Your old tattoo artist, who’s worked on majority of your tattoos, is now too far away. You’d have to take time off work to see her, and with the recent dent in your bank account due to the move, you couldn’t afford missing a day.
You turned to face your nightstand and grab your phone off the wooden furniture.
A quick google search leads you to: Stray Kids Studio. It’s not a common name for a tattoo parlor, but the prices are in your range. Ratings say they’re good and when you’re able to find their Instagram account you see countless amazing pieces.
Still, with another glance at the tattoo, you don’t know if you’re able to cover it up well enough to forget the original design.
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
“The 16th?” A smooth voice confirms, the subtle sound of clicking on a keyboard could be heard over the phone.
After a week of consideration you finally decided to make an appointment at the tattoo parlor.
“Yeah, any time after… 3 pm? It’s a small tattoo, fine line.” Another hum is followed after you answer. “We have an appointment for 3:30 pm, two of our artists. Are you looking for color or traditional?”
“Traditional.”
“That works! Our artist Chan will be the one to cover your tattoo up. Just make sure to bring in some sort of identification and payment, we’ll get you to the back as soon as we verify everything.”
You had already given them your name, so the appointment was finalized after you gave them your number and email so they could contact you in case you forget.
You still weren’t sure how the tattoo will end up, it’s almost worst to have a shitty scribble on your wrist than an old couples tattoo.
Luckily it isn’t his initials, only a small outline of a hummingbird from an intimate inside joke between you two. It’s totally not as if it makes your chest burn hot with rage and jaw clench at just how fucked up that relationship was.
Maybe a blacked out wrist wasn’t so bad after all.
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
“You sure you’re up for going out tonight?”
One of your friends sit behind you, sitting on the edge of your bed as she watches you get ready in your mirror.
You glance at her through the mirror with a beauty blender in hand. “It’s been a while since I went out, I need to make the most of my twenties.”
She sighs with a small smile and shake of her head. “Your impulsive decisions are going to get you in serious trouble. Not just shitty tattoos or moving to a whole new city. We’ve made it this far without my phone ringing from the county jail.”
You roll your eyes at the hint of sarcasm in her last sentence, shoulders slumping. “I’m not going to hop in someone’s backseat of their car or anything. I’ll stay close.”
“Sure.” She chuckles before pushing off the bed to help you with your hair.
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
It’s been what feels like years since you last were at a club. The hot air from a crowd of people and the nauseating bumping of loud music.
Some places could be really chill, not so cramped. This place, the White Rabbit, is extremely busy on Saturday night.
Knowing this however, you’ve taken some precautions.
A group of your friends already have a booth claimed, a tray of clear liquor shots.
“Tito’s, Everclear and Absolute Vodka.” One of your friends, a small and usually energetic blonde, pointed at each round of shots.
“I can alreayd feel the vomit in my throat.” You mumble, grimacing but picking up one of them readily. With a chaser in hand you shoot back the first one.
Then the second, third, onto your fourth.
Throughout the night, past 3 hours, the shots kept coming. You tried your best to pace yourself, not wanting to get alcohol poisoning.
It was hard when you wanted to get that fuzzy warm feeling fast in your chest. Fast, ended up with it all crashing at once like a train wreck.
“Where are you going?” One of your friends slurred, trying her best to yell over the music and conversations all at once. “Bathroom!” You lied, purse around your shoulder and phone in hand.
You can’t remember if you still had your wallet, but you left your credit and or debit cards at home beforehand. You could afford to get another ID if you did happen to leave it.
What you instead did was go outside, taking in the biggest breath of your life to calm down the spinning feeling in your head.
A groan slipped past your lips, squatting down to the ground to clutch your head between your hands.
You took deep breaths to stop your chest from heaving and trying to throw up the poison in your system.
Your ankles felt weak, vision going spotty. It had been so long since you last partied that you didn’t realize your tolerance was so shit. It made you want to take the longest sleep of your life.
Something cool touched your temple, leaving a wet spot on your flushed skin.
To your right was a man, all black outfit and bottle of water in hand. The streetlight did a poor job of providing enough lighting to see his face but you could make out the slight smile of amusement.
“Where’s your friend? Friends? Need me to call a taxi?” His voice is slightly deep, a little more raspy than anything but what catches your half lidded eyes is the silver jewelry on his lips.
You point to your own lips, head tilting to the side absentmindedly.
“Did that hurt?” You mumble, eyes widening at just how slurred your speech sounded.
He chuckle, squatting down to mimick you and press the water to your free hand. “Did them myself, always hurts more.”
That’s when you notice two other guys, seemingly hanging back and waiting for him with the open door of a taxi.
He follows your gaze and points at the yellow car with his thumb. “Wanna ride with us? Or we can call a different one for us and you take that one.”
The answer is obvious in your drunken mind, a car ride with an attractive sounding man makes your face flush more.
“Friend.” You mumbled back instead, your mind not letting you forget about your friend you drove with you. Your car should be nearby, she said she’d be the designated driver but you lost each other in the crowd after your something odd shot.
He nods with a hum and stands back up, the water still in your hands. He looks back at his waiting friends who almost instantly sigh and close the door.
It makes you raise an eyebrow as the two walk over and the stranger pulls you up abruptly.
You would have screamed in fear, the situation suddenly feeling like a kidnapping, but he set you back down immediately as soon as you regained proper footing.
“Do you have your phone with you? Try calling her.”
Your purse suddenly felt heavier, the reminder of the cellular device in there making you blink your eyes rapidly and look down at it.
Luckily muscle memory helped you type in your password without much thought, but you held the screen up to him with squinted eyes.
“Her name is Haeji.” You slurred, feeling too nauseous suddenly to stare at the bright light for too long.
The stranger looked down at the phone screen and let out another small laugh. He hesitated at first, but clicked on the contact app nonetheless and scrolled till he found Haeji’s name and number.
She was panicked at first, hearing a male voice after picking up the call, but he was able to explain before she drew conclusions.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t run off!” Haeji sighed in relief, crouching down to your drunken form as you hummed back. “Nooo, I said I wouldn’t get in someone’s car.” You replied with a slurred giggle.
Haeji looked up to thank the three men, but found them already waving down another taxi and preparing to leave.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.” She mumbled, looping an arm under your left arm with your right arm over her neck.
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
Getting a tattoo post hangover is not ideal. You hoped they couldn’t tell how exhausted you were, with sunglasses and hood up.
You hadn’t bothered applying anything more than mascara and lip balm, not in the mood to try and look presentable.
The person at the counter you spoke with truly didn’t match his voice, it was only did he address you by confirming you’re who you are, did you realize it was the same guy.
“I’m Felix, if you decide to book another appointment with us; I’ll be the one you’re most likely talking to.”
He smiled a sweet smile, pearly white teeth and slightly scrunched nose. You couldn’t help but internally oogle at how attractive he is.
Next, he gestured to a curtain, pulling it back for you to see a short and well lit hallway. “It’s the one in the far right.” He pointed to it, the door with a big silver 4 on it.
“He’s just coming off lunch break so you won’t be waiting for long.”
You nodded and stepped into the room, the decor minimal but sleek at the same time. It didn’t feel cold like a standard office would but the lack of colors and mostly blacks with dark grays provided a layer of mystery to whoever your tattooer is.
Hopefully he’s not the opposite of Felix, zero smiles and a deadpanned voice. At the same time you didn’t care, just wanting to cover this tattoo up as fast as you can.
“I’m sorry- usually I like introducing myself in the lobby but I ended up a few minutes behind.”
The rushed words and opening of the room’s door made you break out of your thoughts.
Familiarity struck you, silver lip piercings and protective atmosphere.
He seemed to recognize you too, a smile breaking out on his face. “You sure you shouldn’t be at home right now? You looked pretty shit faced the other night.”
Your tongue clicked and shoulders sagged at his easy teasing. “I was just a little rusty, should I be concerned about you though? Don’t want my tattooer to be hungover.”
He mimicked the noise you made earlier with a slightly more sarcastic click of his own. “I’m guessing you made it home fine?”
His coat was hung up on the door, making your eyes trace his bare arms. In the middle of August it’s to be expected people wear tank tops but you weren’t prepared for the gains this guy had.
Not the mention the think black lines of a tattoo of his own swirling from his elbow up.
“Who did that peice?” You hummed absentmindedly, head tilting to follow the curves. He glanced down at his own arm and tapped it twice.
“My good friend, he works here too. Changbin. If this is your style I recommend coming back for something similar.”
He grinned at being able to promote one of his friends, and bringing back another customer at the same time.
“Maybe, I’m more into meanings behind tattoos.”
“What meaning is the one I’m covering up then?”
As he asked this question he’s pulling out a drawer to gather his things and snap on black rubber gloves.
You laid back onto the tattoo chair, left arm already stretching out to rest on one of the arm rests.
“Something to do with my ex.” You mumbled back, shoulders slumping.
“I know- cliche, and not a good idea.”
He chuckled in agreement, eyebrows raising at he looked at the poor quality humming bird.
He grabbed a tablet from one of the cupboard tables off to the side along with his Apple Pencil, drawing app already pulled up and ready to do.
“So what style are we going for, any inspos?”
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
Making a design went smoother than you thought, he was able to draw a sketch pretty fast with help of your input.
When he put the stencil on your wrist, it looked promising as it did well to blend in with the muddled lines of your old tattoo.
The finish work as way better however.
“You can’t even see it…” You mumbled in shock, moving your wrist side to side as if trying your best to pick out the old tattoo.
“That’s the point.” He replied with a small chuckle, always prideful when a client compliments his work. Even more when said client is gorgeous.
He did a last wipe before applying the protective layer over it. “You know how to care for it as I’m assuming, and if you ever want to add something more or schedule for another I’m sure any of us will be more than happy to.”
He lead you back out to where Felix was still stationed, the blonde giving his usual friendly smile.
“Everything go well?” He asked as he pulled up your name. “Definitely, glad I was able to find such a good parlor. I was nervous since it’s obviously not my usual.”
“What place do you usually go to?” Chan asked, right hip leaning on the counter as he took off his gloves to throw away.
“It was called 8-Teez, it’s far away and I just moved.”
Felix turned around the monitor as he finally was able to pull up the payment screen.
You grabbed your card along with cash, knowing to always tip your tattoo artist.
“There’s a really good Pho place over at 7th Street, if you ever need a good food suggestion.”
You grinned at the hidden implications of his words, or, what could be there at least unless he really was just being nice.
“Yeah? I live right by there. Those new high rise apartments.”
Chan’s eyebrows seemed to raise at what you said before pointing a finger at himself.
“Me too, Apartment 143.”
You gasped as you grab your Apartment key and show him your number. “146!”
"Only 3 rooms apart." He said with obvious shock in his voice, Felix leaning over the desk to look at the key too. "Wow, what a coincidence!" He laughed while tilting his head to the side to make sure he was reading it correctly.
"Guess I'll have to drop by one of these days, Y'know, see if you're taking care of my work right."
You shook your head with an amused smile. "Totally; and I'll make sure to order takeout for two, Y'know, because starving artists and all."
As the game continued you all continued to drink as you felt more than tipsy and your eyes could show that you felt sleepy and worn out
"Okay guys I think it is time to sleep" you heard Chan say as his head pointed towards you to signal them to leave you were barely keeping your eyes open, but everyone laughed which made you open your eyes again, but you saw everyone looking at you and laughing which makes you laugh as well not knowing why they are laughing
"ok someone is drunk let's go sleep," Chan says laughing as you put your hands up celebrating that it is nap time, but your face is blank "Yay," you say and drop your arms as your eyes try shut back down
"let's go," Chan says getting up and pulling your arm You almost fall back but he pulls you back up again
"bye-bye," you say as you walk towards your room and Chan follows behind making sure you don't fall down
He opens the bedroom door for you and lets you in as you grab the walls to sustain your dizzy head
"Are you really drunk?" Chan asks with an unbelievable look on his face as you drink a bit but still, it is raw vodka
"bitch?" you asked offended as you turn to him and he just laughs with a hand on your chest
"ok, you are drunk" he affirms as his smile never leaves his face, "let's get you to bed" he moves the bedsheet to the side so you can sit on the comfy mattress
"do you know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away and an orange a day keeps the plumber away, so basically throwing fruits at people keeps them away" You laugh at your own joke as he chuckles at your stupidity
You hum stretching yourself in your sheets "Will you kiss me again goodnight?" you ask with a smile bearly keeping your eyes open as you feel sleep getting to you
Chan blushes at your comment "You want that?" he asks you with a smirk he gets close to your face as heat rises to your face but he just smirks and leaves
you roll over to your side while moaning "Muther fucker" A teasing smirk leaves your lips
8:30 am the next day
Your head hurts as hell you sit up from the bed and smell the fresh odor of food from the kitchen you get out of bed ready to get out of the room but you remember last night's events
shit y/n why are you so confident when drunk? and what was that stupid idea to kiss him, you were probably horrible at it and made him uncomfortable
you get up and get your clothes to shower and change for your class at 10 am
as water is pouring over your head you think about the kiss over and over again, how can you be able to face him, should you talk about it with him? or should you ignore the matter? and when the fuck are you going to get the money?
Fuck it you are going to ignore the fact like a mature girl and just pretend nothing happened as it was just a bet
you rub your eyes stressed, like how the fuck were you able to even ask him for a second kiss? Were you really that confident? Mother fucking vodka always takes the worse of you
you get out of the shower and put on a tanktop that says 'in my delulu era' and some cargo pants
you get out brushing your wet hair just to see Chan getting out of his room with clothes on his hand "good morning " he smiles to you as you feel your stomach sink "hey... good morning" you smile without your teeth feeling rather awkward at your salutation.
"How do you feel? he asked "Oh, I'm good" you smile again hiding your teeth and looking elsewhere as you want to get to your room "I hope you're not uncomfortable because of last night," he says I stop walking and turn behind me looking at him "oh, no worries, I know it was just a bet" you move your hands awkwardly and go back to your room as you hear him chuckle
fuck he knows your shy and not uncomfortable, you get back to you're room and finish your hair, grab your bag as you head to the living room, you make your way to the kitchen finding 2 toast on a plate with avocado and eggs on them, ooh he sure knows how to cook, but as you see he made himself breakfast you will need to look for something you can do for yourself
"y/n!" you hear Chan call your name from the bathroom "Yeah?" you reply "Those toasts there are for you" he yells back "Thank you so much Chan" you reply to him, what a kind soul
you blush as you think of him making breakfast for you.
as you're eating your breakfast you hear him come out of the shower in a big hoodie and grey sweatpants rubbing his wet hair with a towel
"I have class at 9 how bout you?" he asks as you answer "We have the same class today" you confirm to him
ok get ready is almost time to leave" he tells you as you wash your plate and run towards the bathroom to ash your teeth
15mins later
"I have work today so I'm going to be late," you tell him as he nods
"and please tell me what groceries I need to buy and give me an idea of what is your diet so I can know what you eat" he looks at you, fuck those brown beautiful eyes "Not because I'm interested or anything I just want to make sure you like what I buy" you awkwardly laugh
"yes of course I will tell you what I like and also make sure you buy what you like" he smiles before exiting the house with you and entering the car
the ride is silent and you don't know what to say to make it less awkward you can feel the tension filling the car up
"What time is your shift?" he asked you
"6-10 pm" you answer already tired from just hearing it, and he nods as he parks at the school parking lot, and he nods
"Will today be the day I try that Oreo milkshake they sell there?" he asked taking his seatbelt
you shrug your shoulders as you get shy just thinking about him being with you during work
"Do as you please" you pitch your voice as you smile cutely and open the door out the car and put your bag on "Thank you, remember the list" you remark as he smiles at you
you walk towards the entrance but he catches up to you just to walk up next to you and you smile at each other
Danm you felt nervous around him...
Time skip
You make your way to the car just to see Chan leaning against it with his phone in his hand and his leg bent against the car behind him
you get there and take your bag out of your back as he looks at you "Hey" you say as you smile at him "Hey how was class?" he smiles genuinely toward you
you know, he knows, the tension is just unbearable, since morning those smiles weren't innocent and kind, they were flirty between the two of you, feeling those fucking butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach as he came closer to you just leaving a bit of space between both of you for the holly spirit, he smiles/smirks and takes your bag
"It went alright," you say when he goes to the back of the car to put your bag there smirking to yourself when he can't see
shit, why is he so hot?
He starts driving and tells you that he will accompany you to the market to buy food
the drive was calm, almost no talk but ransom music on the radio
he parks and we both get out of the car he gets back to my side as we grab a cart for our shopping items, we enter and start looking around at the variety of things
Chan's POV
she grabs a cart and I see her looking around for things,
she is so pretty, how her nose scrunches up when she smiles and how her lashes define her big eyes, how those pants round up deliciously her cute ass, and how her tank top defines her small breast perfectly; her waist and those cute lips giving those perfect details of her facial expressions, and how soft they were, and she looks so pretty and innocent, it will be easy turn her to me
My phone vibrates in my pocket as she looks at me, I check my phone to see who's texting and see a message from Ha-yoon
-Hey meet me at Marty's(;?
She remarks Marty's motel where we met 2 weeks ago for the past month
- hey yoon, can't make it today
-aww why are you busy :(?
she answers my text
-yep
- then make some time for me...
she answers, begging knowing what she wants
-can't, busy
- 1 image attached
a photo of her bear breast on display in front of a mirror catches my eyes as I put the screen light low, I put the phone closer to my face trying to be discreet
-let me see what I can do
I wrote back
"What do you think?" y/n shows me a bread brand "Do you like this one or that one" She points at another brand
"Both are good choose the one you like more" I smile at her
Y/n POV
I grab the bread that I think is the best and put it in the cart, I see him concentrating on his phone, which I guess is important as he stayed behind for some minutes.
I also put some fruits and some snacks, and he follows behind me still texting...rude, I'm trying to buy what he likes and he doesn't even care
I go to the meat section and you grab some chicken, beef, and fish, you make sure to buy enough for the month
You also put inside some ingredients to make food for both of you, you make sure to have everything on the list you wrote in the morning
"Do you want something else?" you ask him, he takes his eyes off his phone and looks at you "Uh no I'm fine" he looks around and goes back to his phone
"ok" his attitude makes you feel bad, is he annoyed? what happened with the sudden change you continue to walk in the aisle and you see your favorite strawberry cookies and you grab2 packets for the month
he puts his phone in his pocket and sighs
"I'm almost done" you try to hurry up thinking that he probably doesn't like shopping
"don't worry" his eyes advert somewhere else but widen when he sees someone in particular
but you can't see because your fucking short
so you keep walking over to cash out your items
"Hello, how are you doing today?" the cashier asks you "I'm good and you?"
"fine thank you" he smiles and proceeds to scan your products
he is a man about your age wearing his uniform and a beenie, he looks at you and smiles each time he can... how cute
" Your total is $128 with 87 cents" You nod and take your card out, he grabs it and swipes it
"thank you so much gentleman" he blushes and smiles
"thankyou! pretty lady" he says with a smile and a big blush on his cheeks and looks down as you take your stuff to the car
Chan helps you with your stuff and totally ignores the man saying goodbye
"hey" you warn him "he was saying goodbye to you," you tell him
"yeah I know," he says "damn why so mean then?" you get offended at his attitude since earlier
"I don't know, go ask your gentleman then!" he gets mad and walks faster towards the car
Danm why is he mad at me? he was the one acting like a bitch
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as a single dad of twin girls barely getting by, chan vows he’ll never give up in order to give his girls the life they deserve. when circumstances get tougher, chan feels himself hanging onto his last thread— leading him to lean onto you, a stranger, for support.
I’ll keep updating this list as I keep reading. Props to all the writers here for their amazing work, you’re doing great.
WARNING: Some of these are 18+ so please look at the warnings before reading.
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