Legend says if during a seance you use a pizza slice instead of a traditional planchette on a Ouija board you can summon a large deep dish with everything, wings and a 2-liter of soda after 10 pm on a weeknight.
Print out this Ouija board and pizza-planchette yourself and try it yourself! If it doesn’t work for you then you didn’t have enough faith. You can’t prove it didn’t work for me!
what about games, then? we have a HUUUUUUUGE ass variety of games, to be played alone, in groups, in competition or in collaboration: chance games (dices, roulette, certain card games, rock paper scissor), board games (from chess to monopoly to Colt Express and the Legends of Andor and Raise your Goblets and Patchwork and Snakes and Ladders), to videogames, to team games (soccer, rugby, basketball), to kids’ games (tag, the witch of colours ecc.), to roleplaying games, and many, many more.
Like, imagine aliens stumbling upon humans who’re into a very hard game of rock paper scissor: they’re waving their fists madly, making signs with the fingers and yelling to and at each other, and they declare a winner every three finger gestures. They are told “we’re playing, don’t you worry, we’re not going to kill each other”.
then they stumble upon a group having an extremely heated match of Uno, cursing each other as they drop +4 and +2 and dammit I just had declared Uno!!! again, they’re told “we’re playing, don’t you worry, we’re not going to kill each other”.
then they see chess, where there are only two people playing mainly in silence, their brows furrowed in concentration.
aliens are utterly confused. these two do not look like they are going to kill each other, what the hell??
I have been using a lot of the white WATSON watercolour paper for my comic project lately. The backing cardboard paper from those blocks has a nice grey colour, is really thick and stiff and has little texture so I started to wonder if I can paint something on it with my acrylic gouache.
I went for something grey, similar to my Akihabara painting, to make use of the natural colour of the board. This is based on a photo of a bus depot near our house, and to be exact the trash and storage area of the depot. I really like the old bus stop signs stored there and the contrasting buildings of a university in the back.
The board proved to be really difficult to paint on. When wet it’s colour darkened a lot so choosing colours was a difficult task. I had to use a piece of scrap white paper to test them all the time. But still this was an interesting experiment. I wanted to make use of the nice grey colour of the board but would use Gesso to prime it if I ever do it again.
Medium: WATSON white block backing cardboard (about 3mm, grey paper board)
As you come to wake, eyes still shut, your body seems to have an ache you have very little memory of. Apart from your own thoughts of trying to remember what had happened, the low murmurings and noises make you open your eyes, taking in the sight of a bunch of people you’re certain you’ve never met before. Gulping through the mouth full of cotton and dryness, you clear your throat in hopes to ask… something but you’re not given that chance when the door slides open to reveal - “Tae…”
Said person steps through in his work attire you’ve mentioned how professional he looks. Stethoscope hanging by his neck, clipboard in his hands and with the tap against the side of the wall, people seem to disperse with admiration snapping from their eyes. They mumble a quick apology before scooting out and Taehyung closes the door soon after.
He turns to look at you, tipping his glasses up the bridge of his nose before asking: “Patient Y/N, how’re you feeling?”
“Should I be honest, Doctor Kim?”
“As how you should be,” He murmurs, standing by the end of your bed with a raise of his brow, hand gripping onto the pen by the paper snapped to his board.
“I’m okay… just trying to adjust,”
“Do you know why you’re here?” He inquires, but based on the look on your face he already knows the answer. But protocols are still in place regardless of who you are so he has to sit through you trying to think, ultimately failing and pouting at him to just tell you already. He fills you in with the things you’ve forgotten before you arrived here, even while you’re here, it’s hard to process everything that you make grabby hands at him.
“Can I have my boyfriend back?”
He bites the inside of his cheek, ready to let everything go but he knows there’s eyes by the window so he checks his wristwatch. With a finger held up, eyes pressuring the seconds to tick by faster… as it clicks to a 1PM, he walks around your bed to reach your side. Sitting down on the bed, he chucks the board aside and opens his arms, “Boyfriend currently in check, your doctor’s on a break,”
You lunge forward and hug him, wincing at the pain that stings and he hisses at you, palm stroking down your lower back gently, “Easy now… I’m not going anywhere,”
“You better not,” You murmur against his neck, squeezing him, “You are my new pillow now,”
“I have privileges as a boyfriend and a doctor but now have downgraded to be a pillow. Is this the outcome of going to med school for so many years?”
He chuckles when you whine, getting used to his body warmth and staying in this position that he decides it’s too much for you, now, so he keeps quiet. However, before he kisses the side of your head, he takes a quick glance outside the peeping eyes and prepares you with: “You’re gonna hear a little something,”
You look up to him, whispering: “Are those your workers or something?”
“Mostly juniors, some under my wing, but they’ve never met you before so when they paged your name in and saw how I flipped, I think they’ve put the pieces together on their own,”
“…hey, they’re smart so…”
“Wanna freak them out?”
“…is this gonna hurt?”
“Not at all,” He grins, leaning down to kiss your nose and on cue, there’s an uproar outside your ward that you laugh and hide your face in his shoulder.
“You’re gonna kill me,”
“Not if you do first. Have you seen yourself? You’re too adorable.”
i suck balls at science and can’t remember anything at all from any of my classes but i think it’s one of the most interesting and unfathomable concepts in the world - and in my world, so does wonu so enJOY
wonwoo and his specs gave me this idea and it ki l l ed m e
so i knew i had to write a lil something abt it :-)
ok where do we start
remembered his mama camping out in the kitchen all the time and then heard the occasional “ah!” as she nipped her finger cutting some onions
and raced like usain freaking bolt to the medicine cabinet to reach the bandaids
and the look in her eyes when he quickly patched it onto her
it was just a bit of blood, but 4 year old!wonwoo was still hopped up on the high kitchen counter with one hand on his hip, the other wiping an imaginary sweat drop from his head, and gave a nice long “phew! you’re ok, ma! scared me there”
then proceeded to yell at her with his extremely not-deep-yet voice (om g can u imagine) for not being careful enough and interrupting his power ranger episode
but a few nipped fingers and a million thank-you smooches (“eW MOM gEt awAY i’m 4, i’m too old for kisses) later, jeon wonwoo decided to become a surgeon
bc how is it not cool to sew severed fingers back together???
so through elementary and junior high, he walked into science class everyday with a little hop in his step for his favourite subject and ready to learn about cells and mitochondrial functions and enigmas of the muscle and much more
until he discovered more than just sewing severed toes and ears back together
he remembered his 7th grade teacher talking about how the brain is the most powerful thing in the world, and just a simple nug to the head can send it all crashing down
he also went on to explain that the brain will never be a mystery solved, but those who try will never be short of acclaim
and since then, he delved into the world of neurology
by delved, i mean, dove the fuck into it, then drowned, then woke, then dove some more
through high school, he topped every single one of his bio classes and won every single science award in the school board
HE’S A GENIUS
and also stays in on sunday afternoons to read his bio 4.6 textbook instead of sushi with friends
leading to best friend mingyu’s endless grumbling and whining that they never get to hang out anymore
meanwhile mingyu has his socks and sweaters and clothes all at wonwoo’s place; has a toothbrush there, buys food for his parents, uses the stove at wonwoo’s more than wonwoo does the pOINT IS HE BASICALLY LIVES WITH WONWOO
but everyone around wonwoo knows how much it means to him to be able to make this work
he marvels about science bc it’s a practicality but finds beauty in its enigma and endless endeavours of research and study
(jeon wonwoo is basically a nerd)
(but a hot one)
but yes, all his life, books, textbooks, textbooks, and books are all he’s known
so with all this accumulated knowledge he literally fucking powers through his undergrad and masters programs like. .. … bruh
he then gets accepted into the second top med school in the country boY
and this was such an eye opening experience for him because as much as his undergrad and masters did for him with theoretical aspects of science, he finally got to do hands on experiments and witness clinical trials and watched a live!! open!! brain!! surgery!!
so finally he goes through his internship and residency for a few years at this amazing hospital in the heart of the city and has already become most renown neurosurgeon the hospital has seen in years despite his age
imagine little wonu in faded green scrubs, with a tiny notepad in his hand and occasionally pushing his glasses up his nose, as he scurries around with his resident trying to take notes during rounds
to this hot-ass, confident, head of neurosurgery surgeon that has nurses and residents (even interns and PATIENTS) slipping on their drool for him in his white coat and cerulean blue dress shirt, the top button left untouched (seungcheol had to slap his hand away multiple times during breakfast to keep him from trying to button it again)
but lbr he still trips over his laces bc he forgot to tie them before he left in the morning and buttons his dress shirt wrong under his white coat when coups doesn’t come in the morning to check up on his wardrobe choices for the day
one time, accidentally brought mingyu’s grocery shopping list from his briefcase to the pharmacy rather than the prescription for ibruprofen for his patient jesus christ wonwoo
the point is, knowledge has always come easy for him, the other stuff have not
,,,,,,and then there’s u
science is ur nemesis
the first time you ever stepped foot into your science class in the sixth grade, every word that came out of ur teacher’s mouth, to you, was just a complete ,,,, , , ,what??
and ur not stupid (actually very completely opposite), ur brain just physically, literally, cannot comprehend the concept of science
even if it may be so extremely fascinating to u, chem!!! physics!!!! and bio!!! are allergic to sticking to ur brain so u just learn to avoid science at. all. costs.
remember when i said that jeon wonwoo was a classic genius and a social termite like he’s so shy and weird around new people that he just deflects it at all costs?
WELL NOT YOU
so u went into journalism bc instead of memorizing formulas and using every unit of area in ur brain, ur communication is ur best friend
through high school and university, you were the campus butterfly
you knew everyone and everyone knew you, and any event that needed an mc? a motivational speaker? a presenter? that’s you!
you and best friend soonyoung always do those stuff together and you fell in love with the art of communicating, articulating, and analyzing information, all the while keeping the listeners intrigued and focused the entire time
but unfortunately the years after ur undergrad trying to look for gigs with ur firm has been extremely unsuccessful and it was to the point where u didn’t know if u wanted to stop this or continue bc it was just too low of a demand
until one day!
u come into ur office and find a piece of paper on the bulletin board talking about the new neural clinical trial happening at this huge hospital near u, and they were looking for someone to cover it!
and at first u were like um kk clinic? try? what?
but .2 seconds later it hits you that thERE’S AN OPEN OPPORTUNITY
and u vow to plow through it as boring as it may be, bc it’s been just sitting there and people haven’t signed up probably cause medical cases are usually a failure and such a bore to talk abt
you need this
so u quickly apply with all the info you need to and two days later, you’re stepping foot into this huge hospital and escorted to the neuro ward to get things started
when u get to the floor ur led by nurse!jeonghan to the head surgeon on this case
i think y’all know where this ish is going
and jeonghan begins asking u a few questions abt the case, trying to gauge where you are with the info, and its safe to say u have nada dirt on this
so he laughs and begins to explain
this was the first clinical trial this hospital has done in 14 years, and despite being a renown teaching and surgical hospital, it has never quite reached its potential on the research aspect
so the new head of neuro, dr. jeON, has decided to go forth with the new clinical trial (an experiment where those with the sickness subjected to the study will volunteer to be apart of the research, using themselves as a way to find a cure) for huntington’s disease, an inherited brain disorder that slowly deteriorates one’s ability to move, speak, function, as brain cells being to die off
he’s already got you so hooked on the case that you begin to wonder why no one at ur firm did an extra bit of research in the first place to snatch this gig
but ur glad anyway CAUSE ITS NOW URS
u probably looked so flabbergasted and numbly excited that jeonghan mistook it for ur cluelessness and nerves, so he goes
“dw, it’ll be fine! dr. jeon here will walk through everything with you anyway, and you’ll basically be with him for the entire course of this trial to document everything, so tomorrow, just immediately head up here”
and knocks on the door labeled “dr. jeon wonwoo, ph.d, m.d., head of neurosurgery”
and for the head of neuro, for someone taking forth in an idea that hasn’t been touched in over a dozen years in such a renown hospital, you did not expect the door to be opened by a
his glasses sat perfectly atop his face as his sharp yet kind eyes rested upon urs
and his white coat and black dress shirt today and nice slim pants and a pair of $200 light brown dress shoes bOI
and when he opens the door and finds ur mouth agape and eyes shining with excitement he feels like a leap in his chest
like who is this beautiful person
and he scolds himself, no wonwoo stop this nOW
and he doesn’t know if it’s bc he hasn’t been on a date in like forever or if it was simply u
answer: it was simply u
but we’ll get to that
and jeonghan notices the tension so begins giggling and retreating from the scene
so wonwoo clears his throat when it’s just the two of you left
introduces himself and you m e l t bc
and you stutter ur name and in his head he’s like o h m g what a pretty name what do i do with myself
so you enter his office and its surprisingly extremely tidy and put together for someone that probably has to worry about so much in a day
and begins to talk about the case with you
and remember the cute and stuttery person that opened the door to see u like 2 minutes ago
bc here’s jeon wonwoo talking about science and his eyes light up brighter than anything you’ve ever seen
he talks about huntington’s first to give you a bit of background as to what it is, and then delves right into his plan
his hands begin to move with his words and he smiles when he begins to talk about how no one has attempted this before and maybe this could make a difference in this hospital, his career, and even medical history!!
and he kinda noticed you blanking when he talked about the logistics of the science so he kinda laughs to himself, knowing that science might not be ur thing
but for some reason, ur ok with science if u have this man talking to u abt it 24/7 ;)))))))
and u take notes on this and he notices ur pretty handwriting so gathers up his GODDAMN COURAGE to ask u a simple question
“so you’re a journalist?”
and u begin to tell him that you loved being able to tlak about something that reflected on someone’s experiences and share them with the world, just liek this one
and he smiles and thanks u, knowing that it must have been difficult to agree to a medical case
u assure him its no problem, meanwhile swooning over his s m i l e
and it’s only been like 30 minutes but u’ve already developed a crush like wow
so for the first week, your conversations are a wholesome mixture of science, stutters, facepalming when u say something cringey and accidentally, and hoping to make the other laugh
in the second week, you begin to meet the patients coming in, taking each of their stories and details with huntington’s
and for the first time, you see how wonwoo interacts with his patients
and that crush that you developed become sso much more - you have this whole new found respect for him as a doctor
with care and intent, he asks his patients abt their day before going right into details of the treatment, knowing that all these people are doing his career a favour and the least he can do before they risk their lives into this experiment is at least be their friend
and even 70 year old women that can barely move anymore still manage to blush at the sound of his voice
u see the way he holds their hand when he’s explaining the process and the courteous nod of his head as they talk to him and u know this man is more than just a surgeon and that he’s just an amazing human
by the third week, your conversations have now transitioned to telling each other what u did last night and what ur planning for dinner tonight
and u know to bring him coffee every morning now
the first time u did it, he legit had STARS in his eyes bc o mg u r so cute
and u guessed it right the first time, that he liked his coffee black with just a dash of sugar
GET THE METAPHOR
by the end of the month, the more you learn about him, the more you’re amazed
you guys become closer and share the passion of wanting to help ppl in some way
and ur relationship now has become a complete budding and teasing relationship and there’s literally never a dull moment with u
ur fav thing to do together is to do acrostic poems
u also take bets on who’s sleeping with who in the hospital
he always wins
“its not fair u OBVIOUSLY know more abt them than i do!!!”
“hey babe, dont hate the player, hate the game”
and then u have to keep ur knees from buckling bc bABE ? ?? ? ?
the nurses always comment on how you’ve brought him so far out of his shell and he never really used to talk to anyone besides his patients, but he’s been treating his residents to dinner, helping the nurses out with the paperwork, and it’s only been happening since u came
and u r like
. . ,,, ?? me?
and they’re like yes! do u not notice how red he turns everytime u walk into the room?
you soon learn his favourite colour is blue
his favourite band is my chemical romance
im kiddin g
his best friend is mingyu and he’s a chef
you learn that he has a younger brother and his first ever splurge was buying him and his parents a cottage by the ocean
also that he never really eats at home and he barely ever gets to go home bc of the gruelling hours and so he tends to just eat in his office before he checks up on his patients during night rounds
you also learn that he’s having a housewarming party for his new condo this saturday and was wondering if yoU’D LIKE TO COME ALONG???
by this point, your research was mainly complete and you were a third finished with ur piece on this
so ur like y know what? SURE
and u try ur fucking best not to blush, but as you leave for the night, jeon wonu does a HUGE happy dance in his office before realizing that his walls and doors are glass and peopLE CAN SEE U WONWOO GODDAMn
but he texts u his address with a smirky face
“jeon wonwoo why are u sending me a text w a smirky face”
“idk that was my attempt to be cool did it work”
so it was ur day off on the day of his party and u know wonwoo doesn’t really throw stuff like this cause he only has a “small” group of friends
“it’s only gonna be u and my small group of friends”
“well i grew up with these guys, there are abt 13 of us”
“THIRTEEN ISN’T SMALL”
and usually you’d be fine bc u have no problem meeting ppl but like these are wonwoo’s brothers???
you wanna try so hard to impress these people bc–
wait wonu isn’t ur bf??? WYD
SNAP OUT OF IT
so u slap urself and then take like four hours to find the right outfit and do ur hair nicely
and u show up in ur fav outfit and look bomb asf yas
and he opens the door after u knock
he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and ripped jeans
head of neurosurgery
in ripped jeans
and as u lose ur words, he also loses his and ur both just standing there clearly REALIZING THAT UR IN LOVE WITH THE OTHER PERSON AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE EVER WORN ANYTHING OTHER THAN PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING AND WOW? SO? NICE?
so he snaps out of it bc yes i’m hosting this party thts right, and brings u inside
you hear a bunch of exclaiming and hushing from inside the rooms and a lot of limbs knocking into the walls as 13 human beings sprint from inside of the condo to mEET THE JOURNALIST THAT JEON WONWOO HASN’T SHUT UP ABOUT IN TWO MONTHS
and they all rush out and ur a bit overwhelmed but introduce urself and then scan through all the faces
you notice nurse!jeonghan, head of pediatrics!chan, his best friend, mingyu, and–
yes ur best friend from uni also happens to have grown up in the same neighbourhood as surgeon jeon and u cant believe ur luck
so hoshi jumps out from the herd of men and tackles you with a hug and u can’t believe this until wonwoo explained he didn’t tell them ur name bc they would go crazy stalker-bitch mode, hence why they were so excited to meet u today
so the rest of the night was spent with everyone being completely loud and tipsy and pushing the two of u together in an attempt to be slick they’re not
and u see the bond that all the boys have and how boisterous wonwoo is around them too and u feel so lucky and ur heart is so full to witness a group of people truly in love and as close with one another
so by the end of the night, as they all leave, soonyoung stops u at the door before he goes and tells u how happy he is that after losing touch post-uni, u’ve managed to bump into each other today again
but he also hugs u and tells u that wonwoo hasn’t shut up abt u
and that he hasn’t been in touch with his brothers in a rlly long time bc of stress and anticipation with this new project
and that although wonwoo doesn’t do this much, he can tell that he’s super comfortable around u and that he seems to glow when he talks abt u
and ur like omg s o noyougn st op po
so after he leaves, you stay behind to help clean up
but you’ve also decided
bc ur project is almost over and the paper is almost finished and ur ok with leaving on this note, regardless of if he reciprocates the feelings or not
u just had to tell him, it was in ur nature to
and u almsot back out but at the door, just as ur about to leave
you were gonna say it
his lips are on urs and god they’re soft and ur eyes just close immediately and his two hands cup ur face, intensifying the kiss, holding u up and taking up ur space as if he owns it and wow, it does things to u
after what feels like an eternity, you part and u look at him with his swollen lips and rosy cheeks and glistening eyes and u almost cried right then adn there
bc wow ur in love with jeon wonwoo and u can’t believe u haven’t even told him that
“i’ve been waiting to do that for so long”
“idiot, i was gonna confess first”
shrugs “i guess i just beat u in everything then”
that gets a smack on the head
until he asks u to stay the night and he can drive u both to work in the morning tomorrow and u agree bc how can u say no and so u end up staying over and wearing his sweater to bed and he lies there in bed literally hyperventilating bc SWEATERS ARE HIS WEAKNESS LIKE WHAT
so u drive into work the next morning with ur hands intertwined and in the corner of ur eye as ur walking in, u see head of pediatrics!chan slap a fifty dollar bill into nurse!jeonghan’s hands
so the rest of that month is spent going through with each patient and stealing chaste kisses in the x-ray viewing rooms and getting teased by everyone in the hospital
even the patients
until by the third month, the trial hits its first roadblock
patient 04 had died on the table just as jeon wonwoo was inserting the second tube, and as surprised as u are that this was the first malfunction with the trial, it hits u nonetheless
hearing the news, u drop everything and go to his office after the surgery
this was the first taste of adversity in ur relationship too and u were curious to see as to how you guys were going to deal with this, esp since ur work was integrated into ur personal life
but u walk in and there he is
eating a freaking popsicle
jeon wonwoo’s patient just died on the table and he’s in here eating ice cream
and u didn’t know if u were confused? angry? horrified?
and u close the door behind u as u walk in and draw the blinds for the glass walls and windows
and as u turn around from doing that, he chucks the popsicle into the bin, walks up to you slowly and drops his head onto ur shoulder
you freeze, unsure if he’s crying or not, but u hear steady breathing and his arms slowly creeping around u and ur sure he isn’t
but u can tell that he’s exhausted and scared, even if no words are shared between the two of u
so you both stand there for god knows how long, holding each other, breathing each other in, releasing all tension and heartache from the day without a single word, just the sound of heartbeats and breathing
until finally he lifts his head, eyes droopy and a small smile on his face, arms still around you, when u cup his face and tell him that ur so damn proud of him
everything is going to hit a roadblock at some point, and this was bound to happen. we entered this knowing that it was science; anything can happen. just hang in there, wonu, we can do it
and that was the first time wonu said i love u out loud
and for all the people that doubted he was going to ever get a girlfriend with his head stuck in so many textbooks, it was the head stuck in the textbook method that even got him here to meet u in the first place SO SUCK IT
and so by the time u finish ur paper and the trial is reaching its end, there was a mixture of patients that successfully responded to the trial and those that didn’t make it
but ur paper gets high acclaim from hospitals across the province for its research and editorial skills
and wonwoo received the highest achievement award from the board for his endeavours with the trial
and after many long and gruelling months filled with work and chaste kisses here and there
you finally have time to take a seat and take in everything
and marvel at wonu as a surgeon and as a human
bc how in the damn world did u ever get so lucky with science??
this,, ,, ,, is so long but enjoy bc i love jeon wonwoo
Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )
A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!
“You’re such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you’ve never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”
“Leave me alone!” You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. “You’re supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life.” Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn’t get off your case about your so called ‘innocence’.
“I’m just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!” She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.
Do something spontaneous she says, you’ve done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.
You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink.
“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.
Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.
“That’s it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.
“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.
“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.
“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.
You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I’m gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.
“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this….” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.
“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here.
“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous.
“You’re my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must’ve remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don’t you?” He finally put his finger on it.
“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.
“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.
“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.”
“It was good by the way…” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you’re looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”
“Um, I don’t really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”
“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?”
“I think so…”
“Let me show you some work I’ve done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn’t concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”
“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren’t even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.
“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.
“It’s beautiful…really, really beautiful. You’re very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.
“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You’d look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.
“Appointments? More than one?”
“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it’ll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You’ll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.
You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”
“Ok, I’ll see you then.”
With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit.
“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?
“Jungkook? Hi- no, it’s not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn’t notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn’t make out what it was.
“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.
“That’s a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn’t trying to be.
“Thank you…um your tattoos, they’re really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite…it’s relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.
“Oh, yeah it’s…relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess…”
“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I’ll give you full credit it’s just too good not to be used.”
“Sure, I don’t mind, keep it. But it really isn’t that good, It’s just a flower…” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work. “Shoot, I have to go, I’m gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond.
After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this…” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion.
“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.
“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It’s really happening…
“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.
“Yeah, I like it…” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.
“So, you just take off your top and bra and I’ll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest.
“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.
“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.
“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big.
“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.
“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.
“Don’t be nervous baby girl, it’s not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren’t prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.
“Stop, stop, stop. I can’t do it…” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry…do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you something different-”
“No, it’s not that…I-I Just don’t know what I’m doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn’t have a clue where this was coming from.
“I’m sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.
“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help…” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine…” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you.
“If it’s not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.
“Of course it’s not you. It’s me.” You deadpanned.
“You? I don’t understand-”
“I’m not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don’t go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there’s not much to me…I’ve never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can’t…” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this…I should go…” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.
“No, you shouldn’t.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me…My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok…”
A few weeks went by and you can say you’ve never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he’d steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he’d come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You’d rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that firstappointment. He said he wasn’t bothered by it but you knew he’d like it if you’d eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you’d both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He’d ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.
Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook
good morning angel
r u still sleeping ?
hey are u alive bby?
if you r alv can u come by
can u come by the shop???
I’m coming to your room window with a rock if you don’t respond in 2 mins
“Huh..” You sighed.
It’s a saturday…dont make me go anywhr
pleaseee it wont tak long
fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.
You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in.
“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must’ve been good.
“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.
“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?…” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?…”
“Yeah, I got it done yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips.
“Jungkook, that’s really sweet…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.
“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.
“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt…you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.
“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you…”
“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren’t a panicking mess, you trusted him.
“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.
“A flower?…” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?
“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I’d-”
“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I’m glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”