jonginxkai
Kaiâs lips quirked for a moment as he pulled his hand away. âAnteros? That is not what I reââ he paused, and for a second he had a hard time controlling his amusement. âI see. I guess you look similar to someone else. Apologies.â He sighed and nodded his head, trying to maintain seriousness. âI see. Fine, fine. No flirting. You are right. It is highly unprofessional. Good to see you take your work seriously. I am here on a serious matter as well. I want a large tattoo. One to cover up most of my back. I wanted to know how long will it take to make one and how much would it cost. I want black and white.â He said and picked up his phone, searching for a picture of the closed angel wings he wanted to display on his back. He was about to display the picture to the other before his eyes changed again.
âStop.â He said suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut. âNo. Donât listen to him. I donât want to.â Kaiâs eyes opened, he was alarmed. It was the first time Jongin was fighting for control. He frowned, his eyes hard as he pushed Jongin out. âI apologize again. Nervous ticks.â He smiled and held out his phone to the other only to hand his other hand shot up and hide the screen. Kai looked livid. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he slowly willed the other hand to pull back, a tight smile forming on his lips. He cleared his throat. âThis is what I want.â He said, although through gritted teeth before Jongin gasped. His expression changing again, this time to one of helplessness. âDonât listen to him. Me. I donât want to. Please donât do i-â Kai threw his head back, groaning. âShut up.â He hissed and turned his head back to the man in front of him. You will scare him. You want people to know about us? You want them to try to lock you up again? He spoke mentally to Jongin, trying to cover up for the obviously insane display they had just pulled off. âI sometimesâŚâ Kai paused, thinking for a second. âAudible ticks. From past trauma. Sorry.â
he can't help but cock his head at the other when he speaks up and trails off. there's still a twisted smirk on the stranger's face and as far as ilsung can tell- from what he's experienced in his time- it means trouble for him. the tattoo artist can clearly see the barely concealed amusement on kai's face as he goes on to "apologize" to him. and honestly, ilsung has half the mind to agree- this kai person looks so familiar to him too, but he can't quite place it either. he just nods his head and shrugs in response. "nothing personal-" he replies carefully. "i just like my rep as an artist as clean as possible." he finished off as he crosses his hands in front of him on the table. his lips quirk into a smirk of his own. "well, how long it will take depends on how much detail you want in it and how long you're willing to sit per session-" he begins glad that they could talk about something of his interest. "as for black and white-" he pauses. "most of my work is done in black ink, i don't care for white except for highlights because it fades pretty fast- so depending on what you want, you may have to make a compromise." he clicks his tongue looking up at the ceiling in thought.
but then he hears the firm but soft, "stop" and he's glancing back at kai's face. the other man's eyes are squeezed shut as if he's in some sort of distress. when he speaks up again, ilsung is immediately taken aback. hairs raising on end at the familiarity in the other's suddenly softer voice. the tattoo artist leans back and watches carefully from then on and it's safe to say by the end of the little scene, he's completely taken aback. ilsung sort of just stares at kai, a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and perhaps a hint of fear on his face- if kai asks him if he's afraid of him, he'll heavily deny it. but considering that he's had more than one encounter with less than sound "clients", he's got more than enough reason to be wary. "right.." he trails off without taking his eyes off the other as the waitress sets down his coffee- he takes a long sip of the hot beverage, his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. most of all, it keeps replaying that image of absolute helplessness on the stranger's face- an all to familiar detail mixing in with memories he hadn't wanted to bring back up. "everyone has their demons." he deadpans, a grimace on his face, unsure of what to say next.









