piece of art ; piece of affair
Friday, August 23, 2013
「 the lucky numbers of life #2 」
piece of art ; piece of affair
kris x min hasoo (oc)
fluff.
T; oneshot; tattoo parlor au
-kairay 2013.
can anyone portray kris' figure in tattoo? like a lot of? covering his neck and arms? can you? because I can ;;;
Hasoo
did not like tattoos.
She
couldn't understand, for a piece of art that was to be put anywhere, why on
your body and not on a canvas or a wall or a simple white sheet of paper? why
commit to one message, one design for the rest of your life only to probably
regret it the next day? why did it have to be painfully administered through those goddamn awful needles that she so greatly feared and left her cringing at the ghost of the pain that was granted with them?
No, Hasoo did not like tattoos, not so much out of distaste but because she didn't understand them.
So, why did she agree to a bet that she had so unfortunately lost and left her clawing at your so-called friends who held her down in the car as they drove her to a tattoo parlor?
"A deal is a deal. You agreed to get a tattoo if you lost, and you did," Subin called from the driver's seat while Hasoo only let out a shriek, trying to push Seonmi off of her body in the backseat. She only pressed her further. "It's not that bad! I go to this place all the time. Also, they have this really handsome tattooist—“ and she just couldn't stop shouting. "—ya, stop shouting! You'll like him, I promise! Get her hand!"
Hasoo's hand fumbled to fight her way out of her friend's grip in an attempt to escape. There was no way on this planet that she would gain the strength to deal with tattoos and the so-called handsome boy in one night.
It was a chaos ride and a chaos night and a chaos situation – and the sudden, unfortunate sound of tires screeching to a halt quieted her movement.
Subin sighed, "We're here."
In the next moment, multiple pairs of hand were pushing Hasoo out of the car and onto the rough grain of sidewalk. They left her no time to proceed the sound of the doors slamming shut and the car engine speeding off, leaving her the pastime of cursing after them.
Grumbling and dusting her off, she quickly realized it was a strip mall. Most of the stores had gone dark hours ago in this later hour of the night except for the one stationed directly in front of her. It was quiet a charming storefont, to be frank, with its outside walls painted a soft turquoise and the litter of artistic design samples that stood on display in front of the small window. The beauty was only emphasized by the single lamppost on the sidewalk directly in front of it that casted a warm and welcoming glow.
Hasoo had almost forgotten to be afraid until she read the words 'Tattoo Parlor' painted above the door. Her heart promptly fell into her chest.
Looking around at the darkness of the other stores that lacked any signs of human life, Hasoo deciding that she wasn't so desperate to sleep here overnight. She took a deep breath before grabbing the cold handle of the door to pull it open and step inside.
It was a song playing lowly across the interior of the parlor – a slow song, permeating the room with the richness of its waltzing beat. The warmth of the song matched the coziness of the room, she noticed, with a small desk up in the front to meet the customer while several leather seats and stations pushed against the wall occupied the back of the store. It wasn't until her eyes trailed the very back of the parlor she noticed a boy arranging things on a table, humming and slighting swaying to the music. Hasoo blinked.
No, this did not remind her of a place where skin was punctured repeatedly with sharp needles that leaves pain for hours afterward. It was more like a home, a place someone'd gladly visit again, which also had a boy blinking owlishly at her upon having just noticed her presence in the room.
"Hello," He uttered, surprise completely enveloped his face as he watched her. In return, Hasoo's face burned, noticing that he was, in fact, her friends were right, a very handsome boy.
"Um, hi." She replied, eyes trailing over his appearance, His black leather jacket was resting on his shoulder, wearing a simple white tee and jeans. The most intriguing thing was the curls and dips of black and colored ink spread across his exposed hands and neck. There were shapes and designs of varying lengths and sizes, all combining together to make him a colorful piece of art himself. Hasoo's eyes tore away from his tattoos to glance at the twinkling of keys in his hand.
"Oh, were you just closing up?" She asked, feeling excitement creeping at a chance of not having to get a tattoo at all. The boy only looked to his keys and furrowed his eyebrows as if realizing they were just there.
"Oh, uhh... no, no I wasn't. I mean, I can take one more customer." He said, practically throwing the keys on one of the tables. Hasoo firmly shook her head.
"No, no, I don't want to stay past your closing time and give you extra work," she protested. Slowly, walking backwards to the door. Hasoo tried not to smile at her almost lucky break of no having to face her punishment. However, the boy had only widened his eyes at your departing figure.
"It's fine really. You came all this way to get a design tattooed and I really don't mind. It's my job." He explained, stepping towards Hasoo. She frowned, this is one insistent guy.
"I don't want to bother," she said quickly, turning completely towards the door to make a break from it. Well, she stopped, however, when she felt hands on her shoulders.
Hasoo's face were burning as his arms steered her around and towards the rear of the store. He seated her in a chair against a table before pulling up another one for himself beside her.
"So," he began, slipping on black gloves that made him look uncharacteristically intimidating. "What design would you like?"
Hasoo mentally blanked, not having thought of precisely what she wanted to get tattooed on – she was just simply too busy fighting the fact that she was required to at all.
"Uh... a jigsaw puzzle?" she said, watching him set up various bottles and tubes on the table, one after another.
"Really?" He asked, placing a bottle of rubbing alcohol on the table before glancing at Hasoo. "Any significance?"
"Just... maybe, an open book inside the puzzle," Hasoo said quietly – and well yeah, she kinda likes books. It's not like she's artless by not requesting something like; for example butterflies – which grants meanings and beauty and artistic light and hues – she simply likes books. "I like books."
Her thoughts halted, however, as he placed an arrangement of needles on the table that left her stomach churning. He softly chuckled, making Hasoo divert her attention to his soft smile as he focused on his work.
"Me too," he agreed, casting a soft glance that left Hasoo an oddly blushing in her seat. He did a mental once-over at the components on the table before turning fully to face you. "So, where would you like to put it?" He asked.
Well, which body part would be the least awkward for a handsome boy to be touching her for the next hour?
"Arm," Hasoo almost blurted out. "My left arm is good," she explained, tapping at the area a small distance below her right shoulder.
"Oh, I also have one on my left arm," He said, folding up his sleeve a little bit. What came after almost shocked her – "Don't you want to get the same tattoo with me?"
what? That is one big weird piece of art – again, it's not like she's artless. Hasoo's face said it all when he let out another chuckle. "I was kidding," and she had to let out an obvious sign of relief.
"Okay," he said again, as he rolled Hasoo's sleeve up to her shoulder, his light touch leaving a tingly sensation on her skin. "And is there a specific design?" He asked, reaching for the bottle of rubbing alcohol and a white cloth.
Hasoo shrugged. "I don't really have anything in mind. You can decide." Hasoo said, immediately receiving a shocked expression from him.
"Really?" He exclaimed, allowing her to nod slowly. Taking a look at his tattoos, she was sure that whatever design he came up with would be impressive. His face broke into a beautiful grin as he laughed lightly. "I've never got to do that before."
Hasoo had noticed she was smiling at his smile, which quickly fell away in panic as she felt him rubbing the alcohol-doused cloth around your arm. "Um, my friend came here all the time and she said you are good. I can trust you." In talking about getting a tattoo, she had forgotten she was getting a tattoo.
Hasoo felt her throat go dry as she watched him handle a fusion of metal parts – she can only assume that was the rotary machine. He gracefully slipped a handful of needles into a metal grip and attached them to the machine. He promptly bent over to the side of the table to switch it on, she assumed, and the machine purred to life. Hasoo could only watch, wide-eyed and heart shooting up in its pace, at the glinting needles darting in and out.
He must have noticed her utter discomfort because he laughed. "You don't have to be nervous. I'll try my best and it shouldn't hurt too badly." He assured her, holding up the machine to her arm. Hasoo yelped and screwed her eyes shut in dreaded anticipation and distant thoughts about how she'd never ever promise herself to a bet again. She felt him pause right above your skin, however.
"Hey," he said softly, prompting her to open one eye to address him. He had a concerned look, probably not used to customers as fearful as she was. "It's probably your first time getting a tattoo. You can squeeze my hand, okay?" He said, smiling and resting his other hand in her palm. Hasoo felt her face flush at the offer and nodded, grateful for his comfort.
She didn't even have time to register the needles hitting her skin, a sharp pain reverberating throughout her arm and Hasoo felt her hand instinctively tighten around his. He must have been either strong or used to people crushing his hand because he didnt even flinch as he worked.
"My name is Kris, by the way," he mumbled, face set deep in concentration as he glided the machine across her arm. Hasoo had to force her mind to pull away from the stabbing sensation in her arm that had her face screwed in pain to respond. "I– I'm... Hasoo."
He smiled. "Hasoo? That's a nice name. What do you do?" He asked, his tongue cutely poking out in concentration at a particularly procession of lines. Hasoo breathe deeply to clear her mind enough to actively respond to his attempts to distract you.
"... student." she managed, squeezing his hand tighter at a deep stab of pain.
"Ah, isn't it obvious that you're still a student?" He laughed, as he reached for a white rag to pat away at Hasoo's arm briefly. She didn't have time to appreciate the lapse of pain before the machine was back on her arm. Hasoo search frantically for something else to keep the conversation going.
"Why did you – become a tattoo artist?" She asked and he meets her eyes briefly.
"I'm an artist at heart. I love doing this," he smiled to himself. "As for tattoos specifically, I guess I love turning human bodies into works of art, not that they aren't in the first place," He explained, patting away at Hasoo's arm again. She only blinked at him before training her eyes on the collection of tattoos that flourished across his body.
"I never really like tattoos," Hasoo mumbled, wincing as the machine met her arm again. He only shook his head gently.
"I've heard that from a lot of people, but I don't get it, really. Tattoos are art on your own body. You can look at them every single day whenever you want and feel something each time and you keep it forever. Who wouldn't want that?" He said, eyes furrowing slightly in his own thoughts. Hasoo could only gaze at him as he spoke so passionately, having just conveyed the beauty of art in its own right to you in such a way that her doubts fella way at his simple glance.
"I guess it's the pain, then, why I don't like it," Hasoo spoke, mind reminded of the incessant pricking of the needles on her sore arm. He hums softly, his fringes falling in his eyes as he worked carefully.
"You'll get used to the pain. It's always worth it in the end," he smiled at Hasoo. "You like tattoos now, though, right?"
She found herself smiling back. "Yeah, I guess I do." He grinned in response, his teeth flashing in a handsome smile.
"That's good," he said, taking the machine off her arm to momentarily switch needles. "I've found out that people dislike things that don't appeal to them, like someone else's tattoos. But I've found out that they don't really have any right to say anything against what someone puts on their own body. So, I've also come to find that I don't really care for their opinion, either."
Hasoo felt a strange sense of awe and enlightenment at his words, not even noticing that the bothersome machine was back tracing her arm.
"I'm just shading in the colours. That should go a lot smoother," He explained, giving her a reassuring smile. Hasoo had almost sighed in relief at that statement before wiggling her fingers. He had been right – the pain was gradually becoming dull, her body having adjusted to the needle. Hasoo noticed that her hand was still clasped in his grip, even though she didn't need to hold it anymore. Hasoo realized that she enjoyed this experience quiet a lot, actually, with the quiet store with the lull of soft music and an intriguing person to talk to. She decided that she didn't want to remove her hand from him just yet.
The conversation carried on between them as he traced, the atmosphere settling back into an easy air as if between two old friends.
He was very easy to talk to and Hasoo found herself laughing more in the span of hour than any other time she could remember. Well, she could said she was disappointed when he slowly wiped her arm for one last time and smiled at her in victory.
"It's done!" He beamed, eyes trailing over his work before reaching for a handheld mirror. He angled it in front of Hasoo's arm to give her the perfect view of the design. Her moth fell open at the sight.
A jigsaw puzzle pieces and book never looked this good.
There were 4 small pieces of puzzle drawn in varying degrees – the bottom-most one was the largest, the pieces gradually decreasing in size until the smallest one was at the top. And if you combined those pieces, you got an opened book which was filled with vibrant red artistically fusing and bordering the entire design. Finally, dark shading, like shadows, were added behind making them seem as if they were at the top of the puzzle, not inside.
"Is it good?" His timid voice snapped Hasoo out of her dazed thoughts. His expression seemed timid and expectant, as if he was afraid she wouldn't like it.
"Is it good? It is amazing!" Hasoo exclaimed, only just noticing the tactful smudge of iridescent-like ink flourishing across the design, leaving her tatoo looking almost glittery and more appealing.
He beamed in response, breathing out a relieved laugh. "That's good. It was my first time tattooing from scratch, but it turned out nicely," He said, eyes appreciatively tracing her design. Hasoo had almost wanted to say that no, it wasn't just nice, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen until he abruptly placed the mirror on the table and reached for a tube of ointment. He carefully squeezed a bit of the sticky liquid into the palm of his glove and leant forward to gently apply it over her arm.
"A tattoo is actually a wound, so this will prevent any infection," He explained, capping the tube of ointment and grabbing a white bandage. He carefully placed the cloth over the artwork before sticking tape to the edges to secure it in place. "And these," He began, reaching across the table for a slip of paper. "–are instructions on how to take care of your tattoo." "He informed, handling the paper to her.
Hasoo nodded in understanding, eyes trailing over the paper covered in detailed words and bold DOs and DONTs. The screech of a chair being pushed back caused her focus to return to Kris, however. He had stood up and was putting away the items on the table, erasing the trace of Hasoo's time spent here. She felt her face dull, not wanting to accept that this night was actually over. Her eyes had trailed to the clock to check the time, which immediately left Hasoo jumping on her feet in a frenzy.
"Oh my gosh, it's almost midnight! I'm sorry for keeping you this late, I didn't know how long it would take," Hasoo rambled at his startled face.
"No, it's fine," Kris started in an attempt to calm her before a small smile casted itself across his face soon afterward. "It was worth it."
Hasoo's tongue stopped short in her throat, devoid of any words to say for moments of silence before forcefully clearing her throat. "So, how much do I owe you?"
He only shook his head firmly. "No, it's free."
Hasoo blinked. "No, what? Tattoo is never free and this is such a beautiful—“
His eyes broke her gaze as he rubbed his neck shyly. "It's free on one condition," Kris told her quietly. She waited patiently, watching as a light pink flush spread across his cheeks. "You'll come again tomorrow."
"To get another tattoo?" Hasoo asked incredulously. He raised his hands in response, waving them frantically.
"No, no. Just... to hang out and talk, I guess..." he trailed off, his brown eyes taking great interest in his shoes.
Oh, he wanted to see me again, she thought. Hasoo felt herself smiling at the thought. "That would be nice," she said, excitement blooming in her stomach at the sure chance of this happening again tomorrow. The grin on his face at Hasoo's answer was the brightest one that night. It had also made her want to plant her feet in this cozy parlor and never leave.
"Okay, I'll see you, then," He said, his words sending warmth curling in Hasoo's chest. She reminded herself to wave a goodbye at him, albeit reluctantly.
"Good night," She wished him, mentally caputring his smile for the last time that night before she turned to exit through the door. She was too dazed to fully proceed her friends waiting car that had magically appeared outside.
"We've been waiting forever! geez, we felt a little guilty for leaving you hanging. What happened in there?" Subin called through the open window. Hasoo only felt a smile spread across her face at their words.
Maybe she'd have to lose bets more often.
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It always has to be fluff when it comes to idol x oc lol because I don't want you guys to get mad at me for writing such angst of 'you' and 'your bias' because hell to be honest who will ;;;;
Believe me I searched a lot and yes I have ever went to a tattoo parlor ; once in Jakarta and no it wasn't for mine lol I watched how my aunt get her umpteenth tattoo and I wish I'll get one as I get older, haha.
[p/s: go through the tag to read other series of 「 the lucky numbers of life」]
-kairay.
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ok this one is so soft omg omg
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