black ink ♡ woo wonjae x female reader
warnings -> tattoos, swearing, depression,mentions of tobacco and drug use
synopsis -> y/n is visiting seoul to get a few more tattoos where she meets the one guy in the beanie.
a little angst, fluff mostly
You laid there, eyes closed, listening to the buzz of the tattoo gun against your skin. Any normal person would cry at the feeling of a needle stabbing through the skin of your elbow but you smile at the pain. It was your fifth tattoo of the session, completing your sleeve. You let your artist craft each design and ink his art on your skin. He matched your other black tattoos perfectly while also giving you unique pieces to show off his art style.
Your artist understood you and your mind very well. You didn’t have to tell him you were in a depressive state. He knew, and he knew the one thing that made you feel better, getting new tattoos. Most of the art on your body was done by him and you were his favorite client to say the least.
“You always sit so well,” He hums, giving you the last dry wipe before setting his machine down indicating he was finished. You sit up, arching your back until it pops due to how stiff it was from laying still on your stomach for two hours.
You make your way over to the mirror where you admire the fresh pieces, grinning from ear to ear. “They’re perfect oppa,” You reach into your bag and grab the cash you pulled out to pay him.
After the exchange is done he wraps your arm up so you can put back on your hoodie and coat for the cold winter air awaiting you outside. “Thank you,” You say in a sing song tone, making your way out the shop.
Once your outside the harsh air hits your face, causing you to shiver. “Aish,” you groan, grabbing the joint from behind your ear and stepping over to the bench outside the shop.
There’s someone sitting on one end so you sit on the other with your knees to your chest. He has his beanie practically pulled over his eyes and a mask on his face. You can see a tattoo on his neck poking out of his hood. It’s a very well done piece and you know your artist is the one who did it for him.
You contemplate lighting the joint and smoking in front of a stranger, seeing as he glances at you periodically. Yet you do it anyway, taking a long hit from it and humming in satisfaction.
“uhm,” He begans, his voice deep and raspy like he needs to clear his throat. You look in his direction, seeing him holding a cigarette between his fingers. “Can I borrow that?” he mumbles, motioning towards your lighter.
You pass it to him with a gentle smile and take another hit, already feeling the calming effects of the drug. You hear him taking a drag out of his cigarette, glancing at him briefly to see his mask hanging off one ear.
He’s very handsome, yet has a cute face.
You feel very compelled to talk to him, noticing the way he slouches back, staring into the street with an emotionless expression on his face. “Are you getting a tattoo?” you finally ask, taking another long hit.
He brings his eyes to you, a shy smile forming on his lips. “Mm.” He hums in response, sliding your lighter across the bench to you.
“I just finished my sleeve, do you wanna see?” You love talking about tattoos and showing off your art. Any chance you could youd wear a short shirt or a pair of shorts to show off the beautiful black ink art work on your body. He nods, sitting up straighter and giving you his full attention.
You pass him your joint to hold. “You can hit it if you want,” You say as you pull off your coat. You’ve always been one to share.
You slide your arm out of your coat and pull it up high enough to show him your arm without revealing the rest of your body to the cold. He takes a hit from the joint and moves closer to you on the bench.
“We have the same artist,” He smiles, recognizing the unique and dark style. He grabs your hand, moving your arm to look at the rest of your sleeve with a satisfied grin on his face.
His hands are extremely warm, making you feel comfortable immediately.
Once he finishes looking you cozy back up and take the joint from him after he takes another hit. You take one more as well and put it out, sliding the remaining bit of it back behind your ear.
“Do you wanna, uhm,” You can’t help but smile at how shy he is, it completely contradicts his dark exterior and harsh gaze. “Do you wanna come watch?” He asks, avoiding your gaze.
Your slightly taken aback but say yes anyway.
He smiled at that, putting his cigarette out with his foot and standing up. You follow him into the shop, and to the artists station.
“Ahh Woo, welcome back!” He says, his eyes landing on you again. He laughs and shakes his head. “My two best clients finally meet.”
He sits down and begins to set up his station for the tattoo. You watch Woo begin to undress, revealing his skin to you and the artist. His broad and muscular build was just as unexpected as his shy nature. You sit in the extra chair at the station which faces the client chair so you can see Woo perfectly.
He leans his head back and looks around the artist’s station where he sees all of the artwork that’s been done. He looks at a picture and then glances back you before looking back at the picture. “Is that you?” He questions, pointing to the one he’s referring to.
It was a picture your artist took a few months ago to show off his work for other clients, and it’s the piece he’s most proud of. You sit in front of a black velvet back drop on your knees in nothing but a pair of black underwear and your hair pulled to the side to show off your beautiful back piece. It was the most painful and time consuming piece you’ve ever sat through because it covers your whole back and goes to the nape of your neck and shoulders.
Each line is perfect, the black is rich and deep, it fits your anatomy so beautifully it’s as if you were born with the art on your body. There isn’t a single a single flaw.
“We did it in two twelve hour sessions only a day apart, she sat through it like a champ.” Your artist brags, spinning on his stool with his tattoo gun in his hand and the stencil for Woo’s piece in the other. He begans his craft after a quick alignment of the stencil on Woo’s arm.
You feel relaxed at the sound of the machine buzzing, watching as Woo flinches slightly once the needles touch his arm. You can’t help but notice how beautiful this man is. He has gorgeous art on his body, your eyes looking at every piece you can see. Just like yours, they’re all very unique. They fit him very well.
You’re all left in a comfortable silence, the artist and Woo speaking here and there about album Woo has released. That catches your attention. You try to be secretive as you go to google to search for him. To your surprise he’s a rapper under AOMG entertainment. It makes you smile to think about him performing despite how shy he is.
Before you knew it, his tattoo was complete and you were walking right back out the shop. You both stand there, awkwardly to say the least. Woo has his hands shoved in his pockets and is rocking back ans forth on his heels and youre smacking your arm to soothe the itchy tattoos.
“So,” You decide to take the lead. “I mean, I’m about to grab a coffee and get high at my place.” You look at him, seeing his infamous shy smile form on his face.
“Oh?” He looks down at you, immediately avoiding eye contact.
“But we could also get high at your place and,” You hesitate. “You could show me your music?”
He hums and looks at the sky, nodding in return. “That sounds like a really good idea.” He mumbles, gently tugging at you sleeve to follow him in the opposite direction in which you came.
“So when were you going to tell me you’re rich and famous?” At your remark he laughs and youre heart clenches at how cute ans gentle is laugh is.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I don’t normally introduce myself in such ways.”
You fall into a comfortable silence as you make your way to coffee shop, Woo leading the way. It’s cold so you find yourself walking close enough to feel the warmth from his body heat.
“Uhm,” Woo begans to speak, glancing down at you. You raise a questioning eyebrow. “What’s your name?” He chuckles nervously, looking away from you again.
You laugh as well, realizing you’ve only ever got his name. “I’m y/n,” you stick your hand out for him to shake, which he does and giggles.
Woo stops suddenly and points to a door with the dimmest light above it that you’ve ever seen. Just barely illuminating the coffee shop sign. “This is where I go, it’s quiet.” He opens the door for you, following in right behind you.
By quiet he means so empty that there’s dust on the floor. You give him a questioning look but before you can speak the worker at the front counter gasps. “Wonjae! You haven’t visited us in so long.” The older lady cups his face and smiles. “Is this your girlfriend?” Her grin widens.
Woo smiles at the older lady and shakes his head, holding her frail hands in his. “No, we just met. I wanted to bring her to my favorite place.” He tells her, glancing over at you.
“I’ll go make your usual, and for you? Iced? Hot? Cream? Sugar?” She looks up at you, grabbing your hands as well. She brings back a fond memory of your own grandmother.
“Iced, and yes to cream and sugar.” She claps her hands togrther and makes her way into the kitchen.
“Iced? During winter?” Woo sits down at a table against the wall while he speaks, looking at you as you join him.
“There was a lot of judgment in your tone and it’s not appreciated,” You joke, causing the latter to laugh at your remark. “I drink iced year round.” You tell him.
A few moments later the gentle owner brings you both your coffees on the house bids you farewell.
“I feel bad not paying,” You grumble, sipping on the delicious coffee. Woo smiles. “She always tells me not to pay but i sneak the bills under the napkins.” He retorts.
“Well then thank you,” You smile, flattered he paid for your drink without hesitation.
“Paying,” Woo smiles at your answer leading you into the deeper parts of Seoul.
You make it to his apertament, eager to sit on a couch and enjoy your new found friend. He unlocks the door and steps in, making sure you have a place to put your shoes and coat. You pull your hoodie off and leave yourself in your white wifebeater that rests just above your waistline, revealing your navel.
You step further into the house, being greeted by three cats. “You failed to mention you have children,” You gasp and immediately squat down to the cats who rub against your and Woo’s legs.
He chuckles and joins you, telling you their names. You loved that he was a cat man, looking around at the multiple things he has for them.
“They’re my favorite part of the day,” Woo admits, glancing over at you and smiling as you pet his cats.
Four hours later you and Woo are sitting across from eachother on his couch, happily chatting away about your daily lives. You decided not to smoke, feeling content and comfortable enough around Woo to not have to be high. He played you his music, happily watching you enjoy every second of it. He’s extremely talented and unique and he blushed when you called him a genius.
“Aish, it’s almost 2 am.” You say after checking your phone, beginning to stand up. You stretch your body, growning and yawning.
Woo watches you, taking in your exposed skin and the art on it. “What are you doing?” He asks, moving to the edge of the couch, tugging at your pant leg. You noticed that as the night progressed he became more chatty with you, which made your heart swell.
“I’m going to leave,” you reply, looking down at him.
“Why?” You laugh at his response, shaking your head and sitting back down next to him. “Because it’s late Woo.” He’d only known you about 8 hours but he knew he wanted to spend every second he could around you.
“I want you to stay,” He mumbles, a frown tugging at his lips. Your heart warms at his words, his hand reaching for yours. “Please. I want to know more about you. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Your eyes widen, never expecting such words to leave his mouth. “Why?” You can’t help but ask.
“You’re so interesting to me. Everything about you is different and enticing.” He says further. He has such a perfect way of words, definitely a lyrical genius.
“But it’s late.” You say, even though you wanna stay longer as well. You had been alone for so long, his company and aura is so comforting to be around. You feel so free and like a true version of yourself.
“All the more reason to stay. I make really good morning toast.” Your heart beat quickens at the thought of spending the night with him.
“Okay,” You smile, earning a bright one back from him.
“You make me feel less alone,”
omg lol. i don’t ever see many woo fanfics so i wanted to write one no matter how poorly written it is. if u come across this i’m sorry HAHA. but if u enjoy u can lmk :)
