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kyuhan: quick question

( @catastrothicc. ) // MINJAE. 

she hadn’t heard from him for what felt like an eternity. this was becoming a habit but it never stopped her from worrying. she worried about those she cared for, it was a given. especially since the death of her sister; she wanted to keep them close and safe. she never called herself the mom friend but it was what she was labeled as by her other friends and perhaps it was accurate. to a degree. seeing minjae, she wasted no time in marching herself over to him and punching him in the arm before wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, “you’re okay! where did you go? what did you do? why did you leave? why the hell didn’t you call me?”

        “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.

        “okay, check this,” he said moments later, rolling away on his stool to grab his large mirror to show the boy through the reflection, “is this what you want or do you want me to add something to it? it’s a pretty large heart, man, could hold just about anything.”   

              ❛❛ extremely . ❜❜      minjae agreed , nodding and looking behind him with a smile . he didn’t quite remember thinking up the idea , and assumed he might've been drunk or dissociating in the shower because those were the only times he ever really got any good ideas . he was acting more on impulse than anything . it was kind of hot and handy , he supposed . 

      ❛❛ sure , i love this chair height . ❜❜      he replied easily , kicking his feet around now that his knees weren't completely bent . he took a deep breath before settling down and sitting completely still when wesley began drawing on the spot , feeling his heart drum in his chest just a little bit . the marker against his skin was familiar , mostly because his tattoos were usually a fairly simple design that wesley didn't have to draw before he stuck anything onto his skin . minjae enjoyed the system because it made him appear as a relatively relaxed person , which he absolutely wasn't . 

          ❛❛ yeah well i’m fucking tired of walking in on you with your dick out, ❜❜ huffed isaac, ❛❛ like sure, maybe once i would’ve loved to hop on it but now i wanted nothing more than castrate it the fuck off which reminds me, ❜❜ – isaac pulled the the notepad back, reaching back across the table to yank the pen away once more ❛❛ stop taking a piss with the door open, we have a bathroom door for a reason, asshole, ❜❜ isaac wrote it out so furiously he accidentally ripped a little piece of paper with how hard he pressed down on the pen. he moved his hand back up to the rent rule, adding more to the side of it, ❛❛ and your fair share isn’t the amount of money you have on you, it’s half not a quarter, ❜❜ isaac is tired of having to make up for kyuhan’s part, it means less money in his savings that he already has to dive into to actually feed him – feed them both. 

       a snort escaped isaac at the mention of having his own person rule section, picking at the now-cold poptart on his plate. if he needs a section, then kyuhan needs an entire fucking book. ❛❛ first of all, fuck you, ❜❜ he said after aiming a piece of crust at kyuhan’s head, reaching over to drag the notepad his way, yanking the pen out of the other’s hand as he shoved his plate to the side. isaac scratched out the word ❛ general ❜ and wrote kyuhan’s name over it instead with a rather smug look on his face. ❛❛ second of all, your first rule is to stop walking around naked like a fucking douchebag, ❜❜ he said, scribbling away. maybe at one point in their relationship isaac would’ve encouraged it, but now they need boundaries. isaac can only handle coming back to their shitty apartment and seeing kyuhan out in all his glory so many times.   ❛❛oh and maybe, and here’s a fucking amazing idea really – pay your actual share of the rent. ❜❜

        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. 

       “if you’re not here within the time frame i gave you a week in advance, i’m gone and you’re going to have to wait another week,” he began, “and don’t show up drunk, or high, the last thing i need is a fucking cop on your ass tailing you. got it?” 

        a sigh escaped his lips the moment he sat down and closed the door . partly because it was warm inside the car , and the rest because he didn't know how to feel about his drug dealer scolding him . he left a smile hanging on his lips , tilting his head back against the seat and looking at david even with the envelope shoved in front of his face . he knew it would be coming , that's why he made sure to get especially drunk if this was the last time he would be doing it .      ❛❛ yes , yes . ❜❜      kyuhan nodded away , keeping behind sealed lips that he dealt with cops tailing his ass for four years and yeah , maybe he was that stupid , but he knew how to handle it anyways . 

     ❛❛ this is the last time , captain , but i just ought to tell you about this blue drink they have at this bar i was at . ❜❜      he began , lifting his back from the seat and reaching into his pocket . he pulled out a plastic ziplock bag with cash inside in return , holding it out for the other to take .      ❛❛ shit tastes like a vacation by the sea , really good . you ever been to the sea ? ❜❜      he kept talking in his drunken daze , hooded eyes trying to focus on david . it was too dark for him , and he felt like he was swaying in his spot , and honestly he just wanted to dominate the night a little . 

⦁ — › closed starter ! @bluesidde

( @catastrothicc. ) // DHWANI. 

her pen tapped against the counter. she knew she could count on dhwani to be upfront with her, something that she needed. the words that were about to come out of her mouth was something that she never thought she’d be able to say out loud about anyone. “i mean..i’m not sure. not 100% sure at least but i uh, i think i might love him. or rather i could LOVE him.” until then, her focus was solely on the pen in her hand and she looked up at her friend. she was sure her features indicated everything that was flowing through her body right now; fear, concern, worry, and slight tinge of happiness. she let out a sigh, obviously feeling defeated. “what do i do?”

( @catastrothicc. ) // SANTANA. 

what happened with them was interesting to say the least but at the same token, carson was grateful that they were able to remain friends. though she never outwardly expressed it, she was grateful for those she held close to her. she smirked as she came out of the back and saw him sitting at the bartop. she quickly wiped it down as she leaned across it, reaching her hand across to take his fingers, “what can i get for ya, santana?” she asked, studying his features for a second. she considered him one of her closest friends; someone else she knew she could rely and depend on, which meant a lot to her since those types of people were usually far and few between.

        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. 

        “straddle the chair, i’m going to go wash my hands,” he instructed, heading towards the sink in the back. once he finished with that, he headed back, taking a seat next to minjae. before anything, he slipped on a new pair of black gloves, and made sure everything was accounted for. it may be a heart he’s making, but safety always comes first. “okay, i think we can get started now,” wesley had finished setting up his tattoo gun, “pull up your shirt yeah? did you want just the outline or do you want it filled up? and how big do you want it exactly?”

        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 .       

( @catastrothicc )

        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. 

        less than ten minutes later, david pulled up at their usual place, cutting the engine as soon as he was parked. grabbing his phone from his pocket, he checked the time before placing it on his thigh, waiting for kyuhan’s green light while he slowly drank his coffee.

        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^^

        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. 

        “you got any new doodles for me?” he finally asked, “you can’t tell me you walked in here just to ask about a piercing right?”

          ❛❛ 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 .

     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.

      “Welcome, is there anything I can get you started on, or are we just browsing today?”

         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 .