* TO THE MOON !

         ❛❛ ah , ❜❜      an annoyed sound left his lips when the pen was taken from him , looking at isaac with a look of mild contempt and less mild irritation as he removed the piece of crust from his hair . a thought of snatching the notepad back just to throw it into isaac’s face passed through his mind , however another part of his brain decided that this would be in fact a bad move and perhaps he should sit back and see what the other was planning instead . immediately , watching isaac rule out nudity put a scowl on his face .      ❛❛ what’s the point of having an apartment when you can’t even be naked in it ? ❜❜      he countered , and rolled his eyes at the mention of rent . here it was , their back and forth .      ❛❛ get off my dick , i pay my share . ❜❜       he reached for the pen and pad , taking them from isaac in much the same way he took them from him .      ❛❛ then your second rule is to stop bleeding . no — stop bleeding when you’re wearing my sweaters . ❜❜      he heatedly scribbled on the paper .      ❛❛ otherwise bleed out in a ditch . i get it , yeah ? it was hot at first but now i’m just tired of finding them with your stains all over . ❜❜

        minjae promptly followed after wesley , rubbing over the spot that was soon to be repeatedly stabbed with tiny needles in his own preparation for the tattoo . the buzz became stronger with the realness of it , but like other times , he ignored it and listened to the other with a small smile . there was an odd reason for getting the tattoo that he didn’t exactly plan on disclosing unless wesley happened to figure it out himself from his position behind him . minjae would be very surprised , quite frankly , if wesley went out and said it , but pleasantly so . it’s not like he really expected the artist to get it , anyways . 

    he stepped forward , raising an inquisitive brow at the comment .      ❛❛ oh yeah ? ❜❜      he straddled the chair as he was instructed to , watching wesley move around and prepare the equipment .      ❛❛ how does it suit me ? i thought my all-black-clothes aesthetic didn’t warrant any hearts . ❜❜      he asked , pretending he didn’t have his favorite anime girl tattooed on his shoulder blade .       

    looking behind him , he lifted his shirt and held it midway up his torso .      ❛❛ yeah , just the outline . same thickness as always . ❜❜      he clarified , then paused and tilted his head in thought . quiet mumbles were heard underneath his breath before he looked back again .      ❛❛ tilt it one-hundred and thirty-five degrees to the left , yeah ? like this , ❜❜      he indicated what he meant with his hand , then spread it open and held it behind him .      ❛❛ more or less the size of my palm too , if it works . ❜❜

        “one-hundred and thirty-five degrees, huh? that’s very specific,” wesley laughed under his breath, adjusting the height of his stool so he he was at level with minjae’s lower back. he’s done a variety of different hearts in the past, from sailor moon inspired ones to the smallest heart on middle fingers, he’s confident enough in them that he won’t need an outline for minjae’s. especially considering he wasn’t specific, he’s assuming they’re going for something that almost matches the rest of the ink on his skin. still, he grabbed one of his washable markers, not yet cleaning the area until he got the green light on the design. 

        “here, let me just adjust your chair a little more,” wesley pressed his hand against minjae’s hand, keeping him steady while he lifted the chair a little higher. he’s already too tall, at the height they were at, wes would have been crouching the entire time, at least now he has a better view. “feel comfortable?” he asked, hand dropping lower as he uncapped his marker, waiting only briefly before he began drawing on his skin.

        the shade of blue was unlike any kyuhan’s eyes had seen before . it seemed to glow back at him from the cup , almost but not quite the same way pool water reflected back light . this seemed to be virtually impossible , but he was very drunk . perhaps the cup was an important variable , he thought , staring into the bright liquid that left behind a blue tint and a fantastic taste on his tongue .      ❛❛ bartender ! save some of this blue stuff . i’m seventy-five percent sure that i’ll be back later . that’s like being ninety-five percent sure that i’ll be back . ❜❜      he finger-gunned the man behind the counter after placing cash on the bar top , carrying his coat and himself out of the bar in a tangle of flushed skin and messy limbs . 

        getting drunk before meeting up with his drug dealer was not a particularly good move . walking to their agreed upon meet-up destination already ten minutes late while being drunk was definitely not a good move , but overall being drunk was one hell of a good time . he was humming quietly to himself , carrying his coat under one arm because apparently being shit-faced made you immune to cold winds , and he was holding his phone closely to his face . his feet felt like feathers      ( his concept about feet was vague at this point )      and the unique sensation of floating was all that he could delight in . almost . he had to make sure david wouldn’t go on and leave due to his unreliableness with time-sensitive tasks and by a large extent his flaws as a human being .

to London BEEP Man: i’ll be there in a few to London BEEP Man: please wait for me^^

        overall kyuhan was almost twenty minutes late      ( after receiving a warning text from david he started jogging )      when he turned the corner and saw the car parked there . he walked up to it , knocking on the roof a few times and leaning down to level his dealer with a smile and a peace sign before he walked around and waited for david to unlock the passenger’s door . 

        david had the patience of a saint, at least that’s what he thinks about himself. waiting more than ten minutes for kyuhan to show up should’ve been easy, he had his coffee and a working phone to keep him distracted. but time had decided to move incredibly slow, his coffee was gone and after his sixth round of solitaire, david wanted nothing more than to drive away and tell kyuhan to forget it. instead he decided to warn the other that if he didn’t show up in the next five minutes he’ll have to wait until next week. 

        three minutes into the time frame he set, the devil himself showed up. david frowned as he unlocked the doors, waiting for kyuhan to slip inside. almost instantly was he hit with the smell of alcohol which told him exactly what the other had been up to before meeting up with him. “is this why you’re late, jin?” it was a rhetorical question, david wasted no time reaching underneath his seat for the envelope that held his treats. 

        “hey, this is the last time i’m going to wait for you,” he said, pointing the envelope in his face, not yet giving it to him until kyuhan pulled out the money; the usual routine. “you know what, i’m setting down new rules,” david added as an afterthought because even if kyuhan hasn’t caused any trouble for him yet, he can’t have him not showing up on time and drunk again. 

PARK JIMIN, CISMALE, HE/HIM — have you met isaac lee yet ? the 21 year old is known for being both thrill-seeking and confident, but also very brazen and cold. born in los angeles, isaac now lives in tower hamlets, trying to save up enough money to go back home and not murder his ex in cold blood. 

quick bullet facts !

lives with his ex cause they’re both dumb and broke

blames his ex for dragging him to london but wont actually murder him

tbh their relationship is comedic, they have a few laughs

currently works at gas station and he hates it

that skater cali grunge aesthetic 

black hair jimin is isaac, that’s him !!!

his relationship with his mom is very back n forth 

he has a 9 year old little brother who he misses sm 

a bisexual gemini lmao 

his mom is ridiculous, she throws that in his face

she’s something but she’s not here so i wont dive into that 

connections

bad influence / fling ( with @heavylidded ) - basically he has a thing with elijah but it’s not official but it’s something but isaac isn’t looking for anything serious but he loves how elijah looks at him like he put the stars in the sky and he can’t help but feel validated by this tall naive kid.

the ex from l.a  ( with @heavylidded ) - seeing your ex overseas after ages only happens in movies but here he is, running into rosemary again at flower shop like the first time and he doesn’t know how to feel about that since it didn’t end well between them even though she was the longest relationship he’s had n maybe he still misses her idk he’s a dumbass 

the ex he lives with ( with @catastrothicc ) - listen, at first i was going to make him a npc but i think it’ll be funny writing these two out, basically they’re originally from l.a and their relationship lasted less than 3 months but in that span they moved out here because they’re dumbasses

co-workers who go to parties together ( with n/a ) - self explanatory ! they crash parties or invite the other to parties they were invited to, met during a night shift they spent playing cards and occasionally hit the other up for a night out 

anything else, just hmu cause isaac is always looking for trouble.

OH SEHUN, CISMALE, HE/HIM — have you met jihyun min yet ? the 23 old is known for being both hard-working and responsible, but also very difficult and hesitant, born in london, jihyun continues to live in the city of london, trying to get his bachelors in english while being a single parent to a four year old boy.   

quick bullet facts !

jihyun’s son is named sunwoo and he would do anything for him

sunwoo’s nickname is sunny bc he’s the light of jihyun’s life

including starting college late in order to raise him properly 

sunny was a drunken surprise

jihyun had been a party of some rich girl and they hooked up

9 months later he had a son to his name and all the rights 

the mother wanted nothing to do with the kid and neither did her family

esp bc sunny was out of wedlock 

jihyun saw dropping out of school as his only option but his parents weren’t having it

they had ripped jihyun a new one when he finally told them the truth about being a dad, considering he couldn’t hide it from them when he got full custody 

but they love him and they love sunny and they decided to help their youngest son 

anyways, jihyun and sunny now have their own place 

jihyun is almost, almost close to getting his bachelor’s while handling a side job working for his dad but it’s a good, he’s got this 

connections 

his older sister ( with n/a ) - basically the best aunt better, still treats jihyun like he’s the child cause he’s her little brother always n forever, sometimes babysits when he picks up a shift just for extra cash idk man a cute sibling relationship where they bicker and she tells him to let loose and go and date someone 

his best friend ( with n/a ) - they aren’t siblings but they’re basically siblings and also the best uncle/aunt ever, was there the whole time by jihyun’s side just like his family, also occasionally babysits if needed, hangs around jihyun’s place too much and jihyun pretends it annoys him and tells them to leave but never means it, sunny adores them 

ROSEMARY: i've never been to ny! :O

ROSEMARY: their korean food must be so good

ROSEMARY: it's a shame london is so bad at it

WESLEY: maybe we should open our own restaurant!

WESLEY: i can make a mean kimchi spaghetti

          ❛❛ nah , i’m just kidding . ❜❜      his smile widened at the reaction he provoked , feeling rather pleased with himself and chuckling along with wesley’s wheezing . he forgot about the artist’s responsiveness .      ❛❛ i already have it pierced . ❜❜      he mumbled quietly after , wiping that annoyingly gleeful look off his face and replacing it with something somebody wouldn’t want to punch . not that he ever suspected wesley of wanting to punch him , hell , he couldn’t even imagine wesley wanting to punch anyone , though he thought that he’d appreciate what little self-consciousness he had left to show . he did not , in fact , have a dick piercing . it was however a fun thought to plant .

          ❛❛ it’s probably the most common design you see walking in and out of here , ❜❜      he commented  , pushing the joke aside and reaching behind him .      ❛❛ but i want a heart on my lower back , ❜❜      he positioned his hand to the left from his tail bone , twisting around and showing wesley .      ❛❛ at the height of my hips , er , here . ❜❜

        wesley’s lips pulled into a thin smile, pretending he did not, in fact, hear that minjae already has...that piercing. instead he stood, already nodding as the other told him exactly what he wanted, motioning for him to follow to his usual chair. it was positioned perfectly where wes could still see the door if any new customers and block any customer he was helping from view in case they wanted their privacy. 

        “there’s nothing wrong with hearts, i think they’re cute,” he said, setting up his little metal table, “plus, i think it suits you.” it’s funny really, how flustered he was moments ago, and he feels he should be now also, but when it comes to tattooing he’s all focus. he can’t be a melting mess knowing he’s about to work on minjae’s lower back, he takes his job very seriously thanks. he’s clumsy sure, embarrassing most of the time, but when there’s a needle in his hand he’s made of steel. 

        that small moment between finally leaving the club and going on to his final customer of the night was quite frankly, a treasure. kyuhan wasn’t too far from his usal business venture, in between them stood a cafe, another one of london’s hole-in-the-wall type of place. they served a delicious americano with a pump of hazelnut that he simply adored, most enjoyable knowing he’s almost home where a another sleepless night waits for him, still cozy nonetheless.

to jin kyuhan: i’ll be there in 10 minutes to jin kyuhan: got your usual

        david sighed, shoving his phone back in his pocket as he jogged back to his car. seeing kyuhan everytime the date of his order rolled around was always...something. he had been personally training a new runner (like we does with all of them) when they met, making an arrangement almost immediately, but there was this air around him that made david somewhat wary. so it’s up to him to handle the other’s business. 

         every time minjae walked down this particular street there was an indescribable nervous buzz in his system . it wasn’t anything big , comparable to being a few beers in if anything , but it made him grip his phone a little tighter and smile a little wider . perhaps it was in anticipation for the pain of getting a tattoo . a weird feeling of excitement swam around in his stomach that he never spent too much time thinking about . instead he delighted in the idea pictured in his head of a simple design that he was bringing to wesley today , and as per usual , minaje was showing up without a reservation . 

         the doorbell dinged above him and he stepped inside the parlor , looking to the source of the uncharacteristically deep voice that belonged to the distracted man sitting bent over his drawing in all art and grace  .      ❛❛ yeah , i was wondering, ❜❜      he walked up to the counter with a smile ,      ❛❛ is this the right place to get my dick pierced ? ❜❜

        before wesley could even form a smile at the familiar voice he’s come to know so well, he choked. dropping his pencil on the floor as he started coughing because he wasn’t expecting (though perhaps he should have?) those words coming out of minjae’s mouth. “this is the right place for any piercing,” he wheezed, face beet red, “but unfortunately i won’t be able to help you with that, i only specialize in tattoos.” 

        he shouldn’t be this embarrassed, he’s seen it all in his twenty-five years of living, but when it comes to minjae...well. thinking about the thought of his crush getting a dick piercing should make him feel weird, he shouldn’t even be thinking about it, what kind of perv thinks too hard about his, first and foremost, customer’s...get a grip, wes. 

when joey got money – any money at all – his first and foremost priority was food. not clothes, not an apartment, not even paying back the people who had lent him money previously, but food. it made him feel good to buy his own food– and it always helped to bring food as he couch surfed around london. his hands held tight to the basket filled with food. as he wandered through the cereal aisle, looking for something familiar and also sugary, he collided with a cart. he stumbled back, dropping the basket in surprise. the voice of the other person – a deep voice, and not the slightest bit sorry-sounding – felt familiar somehow. like it echoed someone he once knew. it wasn’t until his eyes raised that he was hit in the chest with the realization – it was someone he once knew.

‘ daehyun ? ’ the name slipped out of his mouth before he got the chance to stop it. joey shook his head a little bit; it couldn’t be. ‘ – ah, shit, sorry. you look a lot like someone i grew up with. ’

david hadn’t really been looking at the guy he ran into, his gaze levelling at the other’s t-shirt waiting for him to either get pissed off at him or walk away. he was hardly expecting to hear his birth name spilling out of the other’s mouth. sounding as equally surprised as he felt. though surprised had to be a complete understatement because as his eyes snapped to the other’s face about to tell him to fuck off and storm through, feeling overwhelmed from hearing his own name, david found himself staring at the -- if not -- sole reason his life was now the way it was. surprised was an understatement. he felt everything at once, then nothing at all, until he finally found his voice. 

ROSEMARY: i miss california's food

ROSEMARY: korean food is terrible in london

WESLEY: that's a mood

WESLEY: except in new york, not cali

     Sometimes -- but not too often, David wonders what the fuck he’s doing with this life. Right now would be one of those very moments, as he stood in the grocery aisle, staring hard at the two cereal brands currently in his grasp: Frosted Flakes and Froot Loops. He’s a twenty-six year old man, a narcotics dealer since the age of fifteen, a sleep deprived bachelor with a car hotter than Kim Kardashian, and he can’t make a simple choice between the two most kiddy options. He’s absolutely ridiculous. With a disgruntled noise, David dumped both of them in the cart, and continued to move along the way, making a sharp turn to the left before crashing straight into someone. 

     Moving to Camden has to be about one of the best decisions Wesley has made in his entire living career. Despite the vast cultural contrast from New York to here, he can’t help but still feel like some of part of Brooklyn made it’s way over too. The streets are always bustling, and there’s always bound to be a customer or three stumbling into the tattoo parlor. Even today, on a quiet afternoon in the shop, he has no doubt that he’ll help out at least on or two customers. 

     Hearing the doorbell chime just time with his thoughts, he couldn’t help but smile, not even looking up from his sketchbook as he greeted the new guest.