Genre: Smut Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: First Time Receiving Oral Summary: Getting a tattoo was the main goal but meeting him was a plus.
This moodboard was made by me. The photos used do not belong to me. Credit to the owners:)
Constant tapping resounded through the room that you waited in and as it started to annoy you, you realized it was you, tapping your foot nervously. The room you were in had black, glossy walls with beautiful artworks that covered almost every inch. Designs of what you assumed were some of the tattoo options were propped up in a glass case. Each colorful sketch had you amazed. The one that caught your eye however, was the light purple and pink plum blossoms. A branch connected each blossom down into a flutter of petals. It was something you would have loved to get but you came for a specific image.
As you continued to stare and imagine the image of the plum blossoms starting on the side of your neck and ending somewhere at the top of your chest. Your nervousness automatically subsided as the image began to fill your mind.
The door to the room finally opened, slowly pulling you from your thoughts. You began to fidget with your hands again because the squirmy feeling in your gut was coming back. The person who closed the door, came to stand in front of you with a huge smile, holding out his hand to shake yours.
“Hey! I’m Mingyu! How are you today?” he asked enthusiastically.
(A/N: Lmaoooo the Jeonghan Spy AU actually is only one part of a larger story. This is the backstory of how they met tho)
The Cold War was at its heights
with the battle between Communism and Democracy reflected in the Korean War.
However, miles from the frontlines of the battlefield, a different battle was
being fought tonight.
The chandeliers were glowing ablaze
against the huge ballroom below. Classical music, probably an Elgar or
Beethoven chamber piece was played by the hired musicians at the side.
Tchaikovsky was supposed to be the choice, yet anti-Soviet sentiments boiled
amongst the guests, some of which were from the different departments of the US
government. It was a just simple party of Harvard alumni, so it may seem.