#the nod... the pull... the hand... the other hand... yeag

[lookmhees]

Are you done smoking? No, I just didn't want you to smell it.

PERFECT 10 LINERS (2024) | Episode 14

[hiskillingjar]

law with user who is super attached to them? i have bpd so i am. projecting. or maybe law with opposite aesthetic user. ahhggg help me

yeag 🥀

1300+ words, sfw, meet cute but they may both be demented yayyyyyy cute!

"Oh, hello! What can I do for you today?"

The pretty sales clerk smiled at Lawrence over the hardware store counter, dimpling their round cheeks, punctured by silver barbell piercings at the corners of their smile. 

They had seen them around before, working at the counter when they were assessing the new shipment of plants (they came in every Wednesday just to check for anything that needed saving) and putting out stock when they were checking out, but they'd never had the opportunity actually to talk to them until now. 

Granted, Lawrence didn't have much opportunity to talk to anyone, but that was generally by choice.

“Hello,” Lawrence mumbled with their best attempt at a polite smile, one they’d practised extensively in the mirror and looked relatively normal looking (it didn’t touch their eyes, but they would do what they could). “Um…I was looking for planter twine. It, uh, it wasn’t where it usually was?”

"Yes yes," They said quickly, stepping around the counter (they were wearing their work apron over jeans and black cotton and fishnet, silver chains hanging from their hip, a bitter exterior hiding a sweet centre) and starting to walk towards the greenhouse section that Lawrence had just come from. "Yeah, one of my managers did a restructure of the planting stuff for whatever reason." They waved their hand flippantly. "Said it would make more sense to put supplies at the exit or something."

"Oh," Lawrence frowned, their brows knitting together as they walked behind them, shambling slowly to make up for their taller stature (even in platforms, the pretty sales clerk was almost a head shorter than them). "That's not very considerate..."

"Tell me about it," They rolled heavily made-up eyes before looking back at Lawrence over their shoulder and smiling, more than just good customer service, it appeared actually fond. "But you can always ask for my help, if you need it. I'm, uh," They chuckled and scratched their neck as the automatic door slid open for them. "I'm glad you did. Ask me, that is…heh, sorry, I’m all over the place…"

"Mm," Lawrence nodded with their own smile, no longer a polite social nicety, more genuine (more offputting). "Um, yeah, no worries. I...I appreciate that."

"Ah!” They explained triumphantly, reaching towards the display for the coil of planter’s twine. “Here you are. All the planter twine you could need."

They held it out for them, and when Lawrence reached to take it, their fingers grazed over each other. 

It was barely a touch, just a brief moment of skin on skin contact, but it was more than enough to send a sharp prickle of excitement up Lawrence's spine, tingling up their brain stem and down to their toes.

That was bad, they thought, instantly pulling back. 

They couldn’t be excited around someone like this. 

Someone innocent and undeserving of any of their potential cruelty. Someone kind. And…so, so pretty.

"Um, I-I hope you don't mind me saying this..." The pretty sales clerk mumbled before Lawrence could dismiss themself, looking all the prettier with an embarrassed look, their dark eyes flitting down, heavy platforms meeting as their knees touched. "But, uh, I've seen you around here a lot…basically every day I work here, actually."

Lawrence felt embarrassed, being confronted with their obsessive consistency like this, but they had a sense that this wasn't being pointed out in a judgemental light.

In fact, it was probably the exact opposite.

"I’ve kind of gotten…a little attached, as creepy as that sounds.” 

“Attached?” Lawrence repeated quietly, cheeks flushing a little darker.

“I’m not a stalker, I promise.” They chuckled, idly toying with a strand of their hair, dyed black to match their bitter exterior. Something in Lawrence ached to see what they were hiding (and maybe they actually would have let them). "But, uh, I can see you like plants too. That's really cool. I mean, I do too, but I can barely keep a succulent alive-"

"Oh?" Lawrence looked up then, their flushed cheeks subsiding at the mention of plants. "W-What are you struggling with?"

"Um," They blinked before chuckling bashfully again. They clearly hadn't anticipated them picking up on their gardening woes. "Ah, I-I'm not sure...they just tend to die on me, most of the time…maybe I just have, like, the opposite of a green thumb or something."

"Well, succulents go against human nature," Lawrence mumbled, their fingers toying with the twine, the fibres rough and scratchy against their skin, flashed images of the twine looped around something else in their mind making their expression and something else twitch as they spoke. "They don't need watering very often, and they do well when they're just...left alone on a window sill, something like that. They’re not really plants as they are…well,  decorations."

Their tongue poked out and wetted their lips nervously, their grey eyes going to meet the eyes of the pretty sales clerk, who appeared to be listening.

"They're good plants for people who work a lot, students, people without much time on their hands," They continued to explain, idly pacing and gesturing towards a display of succulents and cactuses in novelty pots (most of them foodstuffs and animals, the kinds of things Lawrence found tacky). "Because they don't need as much as other plants do. Not like a pothos plant or most ferns, or god forbid, an orchid...they need constant attention."

They looked back towards the pretty sales clerk with a slight smile, softer and gentler than they could normally manage but probably just as eerie as ever. 

People didn’t like their smile, normally, but…they hoped the pretty sales clerk had an appreciation for it.

"Maybe you’d do better with…something a little needier, as opposed to something more independent like a succulent..." They canted their head slightly. "What do you think?"

“I think you’ve been talking with one of my exes,” They laughed, toying with that strand of hair again. 

Their laughter made Lawrence laugh too, though theirs was quiet and tittering, well controlled and subdued lest it grow into something bigger and scarier.

"I also think you're remarkably patient," They continued, pushing their free hand into their apron pocket, idly swaying from side to side as they spoke, restless and needing something to do while they were speaking. "If those are the kinds of plants you look after."

Lawrence shrugged.

"I just like paying attention to something." They said with another little shrug, eyes going upwards in thought, their lips pressed together as they considered what to say next, what they wanted to reveal to a quasi-stranger. "I like to...to be needed, I suppose. It...gives me a purpose, you know. Something to bring me home when…things are bad."

Normally, a statement like that would earn pity, sympathy, things that Lawrence didn't care about and flat-out abhored most of the time.

But the pretty sales clerk didn't pity them.

They understood them.

At least, their gaze implied as much.

"Yeah," They mumbled, their smile and their gaze softening slightly as they teased the hoop through their bottom lip with their teeth, looking thoughtful. "That's...really beautiful, when you put it like that. Maybe that's what I need too..."

"Hm," Lawrence hummed, before looking back down at the planter's twine, now welcoming the images of the rough fibres wound around the pretty sales clerk's wrists, ankles, their jaw, their lips, rubbing skin raw, bringing up sores and blood-

"You know,”  They said, derailing their train of thought “I see you around here so much, but I don't think I even know your name." They smiled bashfully, looking to the side again. "You've just been...'the pretty blonde' when I think about you in all my creepy stalker fantasies that I totally don’t have…heh."

"Hah," Lawrence let out a strangled breath, dead eyes alight with unfamiliar life, and tried to cover it with a laugh, tried to appear normal, if only just for a moment. "That's...that's way too nice..."

"Maybe if you give me a name, I won't have to be so flattering," They replied with another chuckle. "Do you trust me with that much?"

"Yeah...I'm Lawrence," They smiled that eerie little smile again. 

"And you?"

[untaemedqueen]

Secret Journey > k.th

Secret Journey > k.th

Chapter 13.

Basically just a really cute filler chapter.

I stand at the edge of the bed. One hand resting on my hip as I bite an apple watching Yuna sleep. "Wah. How could such an angel be sleeping in my bed." I mutter shaking my black hair into my face. My eyes drift down to Yuna’s growing belly and I smirk. What a precious life I have. I look over at the clock before tilting my head. "Why am I up at 6:45?" We have been getting up early these days for our schedules but the reason in my heart was because of my appointment later. It will be my first tattoo. I was scared for the pain but so excited. So happy that my first tattoo would be for my family. Yuna stirs in her sleep and I sit on the bed, I rub her bare thigh soothingly as she tosses and turns. Yeontan rubs his body against my ankle and I make quiet kissing noises to him. He stretches up on my leg, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he makes a big yawn. Yuna sniffles before looking around the room. "Aish! You scared me!" She whines loudly, I begin to chuckle as I bite another piece off of my apple. She looks at the clock before looking back at me in the oncoming dawn light. "Why are you up? Come back to sleep." She pats the empty spot in bed next to her. "I can't sleep. I'm too excited about the tattoo appointment today." Yuna sits up with a giggle, "I wish I could get one too. It'll be fun to watch you guys go through the pain." I snort before picking up Yeontan and placing him on the bed. His furry body wobbling over to Yuna, she kisses the top of his head as he lays down. His head on her thigh. I place the apple in the garbage next to the bed before laying down next to my wife. Yuna lays back, Yeontan in between us as we stare at each other. "When it comes time to pick a place for Bon Voyage, I'm going to choose Turks and Caicos." I tell her, she smirks in my directiom before light begins to radiate through the open wall unit. Someone was in the baby room. "Who's in there?" I call out before hearing little chuckles. I stand up and tilt my head before peeking down into the staircase. The shadow of a body scampering around the room. I look over at Yuna and wink before walking down the steps.

I step into the room as Hoseok and Jimin look up at me with stuffed animals in their arms. "What are you guys doing?" I ask with a laugh. "We got the stuffed animals in New York for Taekwon so we were putting them in his room." Jimin murmurs sheepishly. "Its 7 o'clock in the morning. You guys don't have to do it now." I smile at my brothers, "We thought you would be resting so we could surprise you later." The sound of small padding feet come from the steps and Yuna emerges with her hand on her belly in her black nightgown. "They're so cute!" She cheers opening her arms for hugs. Hoseok smiles widely and places the stuffed animals on the changing table before hugging her. She giggles as he hugs her tightly. "These are so thoughtful! Thank you for already taking good care of him." Jimin hugs Yuna and I jump into the fray. "Our nephew is the best!" Hoseok cheers making Yuna giggle. "Love you guys." Yuna says in the middle of the hug fest. "Love you too." Jimin whispers closing his eyes with a smile. We have the best family the world could give us.

I sit in the van clutching Jungkook as Yuna drives us to the tattoo shop. "Yuna the light is turning red... Yuna.... YUNA!" Jungkook yells, Yuna stops the car before rolling her eyes in the mirror. "I can see y'know. I'm not blind. I'm a good driver." Jungkook scoffs and clutches at my pea coat. I sit in silence, driving with Yuna is always scary but thinking of the pain from the tattoo is scaring me into silence. "You're pregnant! Have some consideration for Taekwon! Taehyung hyung say something!" I between Jungkook and Yuna as the car peels off at a quick speed. "I do care for Taekwon! He's perfectly safe as well as the two of you." Jungkook whines loudly before mumbling to himself about how he's too young to die. I bite my lip as Yuna continues to drive. Who knows, maybe the pain won't be terrible and it'll become a hobby I enjoy. Then, I could get some artsy tattoos. I look down at Jungkook's hand as it clutches to the front of my coat. His tattoos were small on his hand but they held a lot of meaning. "Does it hurt?" I ask quietly, my voice sounding smaller than I would like. Jungkook looks up at me and his eyes soften. "You get used to it. It's a good pain. If that makes any sense, no need to be scared hyung. Think back to when we were in New Zealand. You were terrified to ride with Namjoon hyung but once you knew that you would regret it if you didn't do the ride then you got excited. It's kind of the same concept. And you get forever art out of it." Jungkook explains pulling the right sleeve of his coat up. Yuna smiles through the mirror at us as she slows down the car. "There's nothing to worry about, Tae." She turns her head and winks at me before Jungkook whines again. "Eyes on the road, noona! I'm driving on the way home." Yuna rolls her eyes before turning her head and continuing the drive.

We step inside the tattoo shop and Jungkook high fives the tattoo artist. “Well, well! I heard V would never get a tattoo and here he is.” I bow to the artist before standing awkwardly my hands clasped together. “Come in, sit down.” He says with a laugh as Yuna strides over comfortably. She seems at peace in the atmosphere, her arm slinks over the chair beside her as she rests her hand on her growing belly. “I’m Gunmin.” The tattoo artist explains, Jungkook hops into the tattoo chair without a second glance to us. “I’m just going to close the shop really quickly.” Gunmin explains before shutting off the Open sign out front and drawing two black curtains. “Nice ink, you have there.” Gunmin says to Yuna, she bows her head before giving him a lazy smile. “Thank you, you too.” He smiles at her before looking over at me. “First tattoo ever, huh? You nervous?” I clear my throat before sitting down next to Yuna. “A-A little bit.” I admit, Yuna rubs my arm comfortingly as Gunmin sits down next to Jungkook. “It’s cool, maybe you’ll really enjoy it! It doesn’t hurt too much. Don’t worry.” Yuna looks over at me before kissing my cheek. I pull the tattoo idea from my bag before staring at it. "Do you think it will look nice?" I ask her as she leans against me. "It'll look great! Don't worry, you'll love it I'm sure." "So you're their manager?" Gunmin asks as he sets up his station. "Yeag and Taehyung's wife." Yuna points to me and I smile to myself. I could never get tired of hearing that. "That's awesome. Congratulations!" Jungkook looks up from his phone and gives Yuna a smile before looking back down. "What're you getting today, Kook?" "A T on the side of my hand with a small rattle underneath." Jungkook explains and Yuna looks up with a wide smile. "You don't have too! That's so sweet Kookie!" He looks at her belly before giving a bunny smile. "My first nephew, it's important!" Yuna giggles before leaning her head back on the gray wall. "And you, V?" I hold up the sketch and shrug. "I made a sketch." Gunmin holds out his hand before grabbing the paper. "Cool! Looks great! You're an artist, huh?" "I like to make art I don't know if artist is the term I'd use though." I give an embarrassed chuckle, "He's a great artist!" Yuna fawns about me happily. She rubs the top of my hand before looking at Jungkook as he raises his hand. She always has such great things to say about me. My heart is so full of love for this woman. Gunmin puts on his black gloves, the snapping noise resounding throughout the now quiet room before the tattoo gun goes on, the sound of it shrieking and consistent. Jungkook gives me a thumbs up before relaxing in the chair. Gunmin draws the T and the rattle before showing it to Jungkook. Jungkook gives a nod of consent before closing his eyes. He flinches as the tattoo gun licks at his skin. I swallow and look over at Yuna before giving me a reassuring smile. "You don't have to get anything if you don't want to." I shake my head before shaking a fist. "Taehyung, hwaiting." I mutter before looking at the drawing on the table.

I sit down in the chair as Jungkook pats his now covered tattoo on his hand. Yuna pats his shoulder before looking at me. "Do you want to hold my hand?" She asks with a giggle. I clear my throat before scoffing. "I'm a man, Yuna." She opens her mouth and nods before laughing. "Where are we putting this?" Gunmin asks as he draws out the tattoo with a purple marker. "Under my armpit." Yuna bites her lip, "The ribs are painful. Just to let you know." Gunmin says eyeing me wearily, I look down at my hands as they are clasped together tightly. The pain will be short but the artwork for my family will last forever. “I understand.” I say before taking off my shirt. I lift up my arm as Gunmin picks up the stencil paper and placing it on my body. The feeling is so strange having this thin piece of paper on my body. Gunmin peels the paper off before holding up a mirror. I look down at the tattoo and tilt my head. It was so weird to see the marker on my body it’s pretty exciting. I nod my head before smiling widely. “Looks good, hyung.” Jungkook says before folding his arms. Yuna puts her hands over her mouth as she smiles. “I never thought Kim Taehyung would ever get a tattoo.” Yuna laughs before crossing her legs. I look over at her and give her a wink. “I think some color would be nice, if you want, black and grey would also be cool but turning into a cherry blossom tree would be sick.” Gunmin says leaning back in his chair. Yuna holds out her arms showing her colorful tattoos. “Whatever you like baby.” She says before rubbing her stomach. “My God, Taekwon will not stop moving.” Jungkook laughs putting his phone away. “He is probably excited to know his dad is going to be writhing in pain in five minutes.” I roll my eyes before looking at Gunmin. “That sounds like a good idea.” He gives me a smirk and a thumbs up before turning on the tattoo gun. I raise my arm once more as my hands start to sweat. I guess I am a little nervous. The sound radiates through my body. “Ready?” Gunmin asks before putting on a small smirk. I nod before clutching my fists and closing my eyes. The sound comes closer and closer before my body shudders in pain, the tattoo gun dragging through my skin as the tattoo gun gives hot licks at my skin. I open my eyes before biting my bottom lip. Yuna looks over at me as I whine. “Hold on, hold on!” I whine before pouting and holding out my hand. Yuna laughs loudly throwing her head back before standing up. She shuffles over to me before grabbing a rolling chair behind her. She sits down before grabbing my hand. “Oh fuck, your hand is so sweaty!” She laughs putting her head back and pulling her hand away from me and wiping her hand on my pants. I snort before wiping my hand as well. Gunmin snorts before fixing his gloves. “Okay, let’s go.” She says grabbing my hand again. Gunmin looks at me and I give a nod. Here goes nothing.

I stare in the mirror with my shirt off, my arm lifted above my head with a small smile on my face. The clear cellophane over my new tattoo reflecting in the bedroom lighting. The tattoo admittedly did hurt but it was so worth it, it looks so great! And, I’ll get to have it forever which is the best. Yuna peaks into the bedroom before giggling. “Are you that happy with it?” She asks before leaning against the door post. “I can see why you got so many, it’s amazing.” I put down my arm and Yuna smirks. “The Wooga squad will be here in thirty minutes, Seo Joon called and said.” I nod before grabbing my shirt, “Ah, should I not put on a shirt now that I’m cool?” I ask my wife, she snorts before picking up Mochi at her feet. “You’ve always been cool.” Yuna blows me a kiss before walking out. “Where are you going?” I ask loudly. “I’m making food for your friends!” Yuna calls back with a laugh. “Come look at my tattoo some more!” I shuffle out into the hallway and stare at my wife in our open kitchen. “I’m going to see it for the rest of my life.” She looks up at me as she ties her hair in a ponytail. Just the thought makes me smile widely. “Shall I help you cook?” I ask walking out into the living room. “Just relax, I’m okay. Watch some t.v. or something.” I walk over and sit on the bar stool, my hand placed underneath my chin as she begins to cook. “Wah, you’re so cool when you cook, baby.” She looks up and smirks before grabbing a knife. She sticks her tongue out before placing her ingredients on the cutting board. She starts cutting and it’s as if her entire personality has changed. Everything about the way she carries herself is so different and it’s amazing to see. “Tomorrow we’re going to go over the Bon Voyage meeting and start getting that together.” I nod giving a hum. “I can’t wait! We’re going to have so much fun together with Taekwon as well.” She smiles before looking back down. Life was really coming together, it’s so perfect it seems like a dream.