๐๐หโ tattoo artist!mingi x florist fem!reader
๐๐หโ warnings: suggestive (making out), mentions of needles (should be all!!)
๐๐หโ length: 2.8k words
๐๐หโ contents: pure fluff w a bit of making out
๐๐หโ summary: on his way to a date, mingi decides to stop at a flower shop to grab a small bouquet for the girl heโs having dinner with. he didnโt expect to see his ex girlfriend from college behind the counter, arranging flowers.
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part 4. หห๐ขึดเปโ
MORNING came faster than y/n expected.
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, gently tickling y/n awake. In her morning coma she barely remembered what happened last night, her memories momentarily hazy. Itโll come back to her eventually.
Shifting and stretching, the tension relieving from her body caused a quiet groan to slip out. She relaxed back against the sheets with a sigh, giving herself some time to fully wake up.
Then she felt the weight of something across her stomach.
Her brows furrowed, opening her eyes slowly to let them adjust to the morning light. She turned to look at the source of the weight and was met with an arm splayed across. Her gaze trailed up and there she saw Mingi, deep asleep, hair messy for once.
y/n thought sheโd freak out upon seeing Mingi in her bed, basically cuddling her. But it was quite the opposite, much to her surprise. She felt relaxed. Safe. Content.
He looked younger in his sleep. His breathing was relaxed, each warm puff hitting the skin of y/nโs shoulder. It almost reminded y/n too much of college. They woke up together like this every morning, in each otherโs arms, limbs tangled with their blankets.ย
A smile appeared without permission.
This felt incredibly right to her. Even if they didnโt know what the future held for them. For their relationship. But at this moment, y/n was okay with that.
Carefully pulling herself away from his embrace without waking him up, she slipped on her fluffy slippers and shuffled out of her bedroom to make some breakfast.
The apartment was comfortingly quiet. Usually, she would need some kind of noise in the background to function, the sounds of the city waking up outside never enough. Today, it seemed to be.
She moved automatically. Grabbed her favorite mug, scooped some coffee powder, set the water to boil in the kettle. While it boiled, she grabbed milk and sugar for her coffee before taking out toast and eggs for breakfast.
Quiet mornings like these were her favorite.
Sitting down to eat and drink a hot, sweet cup of coffee. The caffeine helped wake her up quicker, giving her enough energy to start the day peacefully.
Knowing that Mingi was in the other room sleeping, made this morning slightly better than the rest.
After cooking herself some eggs, sliding them onto the toast with seasoning and ketchup, y/n sat down at the table, knees drawn up to her chest. She ate her breakfast slowly while scrolling on her phone.
She was so immersed that she didnโt notice Mingi leaving the bedroom. He had woken up a few minutes ago to the smell of the eggs and coffee wafting into the room. He leaned against the wall, watching her with that loving gaze that came to him naturally.
She was so beautiful in the morning light.
Mingi pushed himself off, entering the kitchen only to stop behind her chair. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch careful. She jumped at the sudden contact, unaware of his presence.
โJesus, you scared me.โ she laughed softly, turning her head to look up at him.
He smiled down at her, face still puffy from sleep. โSorry.โ
โDo you want this toast? I probably wonโt eat it.โ y/n asked, gesturing towards the abandoned plate.
She nodded in response as she watched him sit down, his hands falling from her shoulders. They now felt colder at the loss.
Mingi immediately took a bite, making y/n smile around the rim of her mug while taking a sip.
Things between them were still unresolved. Questions unanswered, things left unexplained. It was clear that an emotional conversation awaited them, hanging in the atmosphere persistently since yesterday.
They wanted a little bit more time together. Time that was peaceful, that felt as if nothing had ever happened between them.
Her laughter filled the shop.
His lips turned upwards at the sound. He couldnโt help it.
โYou cannot be serious. Those two donโt even look good together.โ y/n reprimanded, stepping closer to the counter to take over the arranging of a bouquet.
Mingi had been overly confident when watching her work, creating a customerโs order. He thought he could also arrange flowers like that, unaware of the whole thought process that she put into it.
y/n offered to let him try, to teach him โ he agreed instantly.
Since their talk a month ago, the two have decided to try again. Nothing romantic yet, just hanging out, getting used to being in each otherโs lives again. They went on small dates, both trying to convince themselves that it was purely platonic. Occasionally, Mingi stayed over at her apartment when he was too tired to actually get up and leave.
That happened way too often to be excused as tiredness.
But y/n didnโt mind whatsoever. She found herself enjoying falling asleep with him next to her, going through their morning routine together before cooking breakfast in the kitchen. It was domestic. And she loved it.
Mingi scoffed, watching y/n fix the arrangement. โThey did look good together.โ he protested but never made a move to stop her.
She laughed softly, shaking her head. Her hands didnโt stop moving once, as if it was some reflex of hers. She barely stopped to think, flowers being added and adjusted automatically.
Admiration didnโt even begin to describe how Mingi felt watching y/n in her element.
He stepped closer, his chest pressing against her back now. His hands found their place on her hips, squeezing once as if to make sure this was real.
His chin dropped to her shoulder, watching in awe.
y/n leaned back into him, relaxing her body against his. It didnโt matter if they werenโt together yet, she couldnโt deny herself the physical touch. She had always loved it.
โThose colors clashed together. You have to balance it all out, so it looks pretty.โ she explained, fixing a few of them. โSee?โ
She turned her head to the side to look at him.
The proximity between them was way smaller than anticipated. Her breath hitched when the realization hit. Her gaze was locked on his.
His eyes flickered down to her lips.
The tension increased, though was soon cut off by y/n turning back to the awaiting bouquet with a deep breath.
Mingi didnโt let go though.
Later that day, she was cleaning up the shop like usual before closing. No new customers have entered in a good while, tiredness seeping into her bones with every move.
Mingi was somewhere in the back, refilling the watering can for the flowers on display. y/n stayed out front to wipe down surfaces and put things back in their designated places.
As she closed the register, crouching down to hide the key in its usual spot, a sketchbook caught her eye. It was hanging out from Mingiโs bag that he dropped onto the floor when arriving.
She knew snooping in his things, or anyoneโs, was not a good idea. She was too curious of a person to think rationally though.
Grabbing it, she stood back up and placed it on the counter in front of her. Upon opening the page, she realized it was a sketchbook. The pages were filled with all kinds of designs, all the way from symbols to people.
y/n guessed they were tattoo ideas. She had seen him sketching around her a few times. Whether it was in the store or in her living room while they both did their own thing.
Then she got to a page that made her stop to look at every detail. The paper was filled with different designs, all including her favorite flowers. Black and blue Lilies.
Each design was unique in its own way, shaded and colored perfectly. She knew he was talented, but she never knew how talented.
He never let her see his sketches. Compared to college, these were insane. It was clear that he had improved a lot since then.
Footsteps from behind her caught her attention. She glanced back, seeing Mingi frozen on the spot, his eyes flickering between her and his sketchbook.
โAre these tattoo ideas?โ she asked, even if the answer was obvious.
Mingi swallowed before walking closer, setting the watering can on the counter next to them. โYeah.โ he confirmed.
โAfter you told me about your favorite flowers, I got inspired.โ
She melted. A smile kissed her lips as she looked back down at the page. The pad of her finger traced the designs. โTheyโre gorgeous.โ
โYeah? You think so?โ he watched her admire his sketches.
y/n only nodded in response, turning the page again. More designs filled the paper; black and blue Lilies scattered all over.
She couldnโt believe he had drawn all these only because she had mentioned her favorite flowers in passing once.
An idea came to her when her eyes landed on a specific sketch.
โCan I have this one tattooed?โ
The parlor was eerily quiet at this time of night, still in its state of being closed.
Blinding white lights were on as Mingi prepared all the necessary things he needed. When getting ready to go and see y/n in the flower shop, giving her a tattoo at 10pm didnโt even cross his mind.
Here he was, sitting down on his stool, mentally preparing himself for permanently inking her skin with his design.
She had decided to get the tattoo on the side of her ribs, right under the lace of her bra. That didnโt help his nervousness.
โThe moment it gets too much, just let me know, okay?โ he told her after applying the stencil. โWe can take breaks.โ
โOkay.โ y/n breathed out, one arm over her eyes while the other held her shirt up.
To say she was nervous was an understatement.
It was her first tattoo and Mingi, of all people, was doing the job.
She couldnโt decide if that was good or bad.
When the first hit of tiny needles hit her skin, she let a hiss slip, tightening her grip on her shirt slightly. Enough to make Mingi notice.
He glanced up at her to gauge her reaction, asking a quick โAre you okay?โ before continuing once receiving confirmation from her.
Neither dared to speak, the silence only broken by the buzzing of the tattoo gun.
After a while it was making y/n go crazy.
She made no effort to start a conversation, too focused on his touch to register anything else.
Eventually, after a couple breaks, the buzzing stopped. Mingi straightened back up, examining the finished tattoo on the delicate skin of her ribs. The black and blue looked gorgeous against her pale skin, like it was always meant to be there.
โReally?โ y/n sat up slowly, the leather creaking beneath her.
He nodded. โGo check it out.โ
So, she did. She walked towards the full-length body mirror that sat against the wall nearby. She never thought something like this would be her first tattoo, but seeing it finished, the colors a clear contrast against her skin, she was sure of her decision.
Mingi laughed at her reaction, happy that she was satisfied with his work.
y/n sat on the tattoo chair as Mingi carefully wrapped her tattoo with saran wrap. He was seated on his stool again, closer than before. The circumstances heightened the tension between them.
Both of them were aware of it, practically suffocating. They chose to ignore it for their own sakes. Just like the previous times.
Instead, he went over the healing process, informing her on how to properly take care of the tattoo.
โIf anything, you can just call me too.โ he added, finally taking the latex gloves off.
y/n smiled. โI think you want me to call you anyway. Not in regards to the tattoo.โ
โBold of you to assume that.โ
He laughed it off, knowing that it was true. Partially.
Cleaning up after the session was quick. Mingi put his equipment away, threw trash in the bin, sanitized everything a third time, the smell clinging in the air.
Finishing, he turned to look for y/n, the action coming to him naturally now. She was behind the counter, wiping the dust off like she did back in her own shop.
He approached, joining her behind the register. He leaned against it, the edge digging into his hip, but he could care less.
โHonestly, I think Iโd make a good receptionist here.โ she broke the silence, her thought slipping out.
โI wouldnโt be against that.โ
Mingi stayed quiet for a second.
โYou look good here.โ
y/n set the cloth down, turning towards him. She crossed her arms over her chest, raising a brow. โSeriously?โ she laughed.
Silence washed over them, neither continuing the conversation.
The tension returned, although it never actually left. They had successfully buried it. It only intensified its return.
Mingi felt suffocated by it, the entire time he was tattooing her, while carefully wrapping the tattoo, making sure he didnโt touch her more than necessary.
It didnโt help now. The urge to touch her, to kiss her, to anything โ it was stronger than ever.
y/nโs eyes accidentally flickered to his lips before trying to cover up her mistake.
But he noticed it. Of course he did.
He barely registered his next move until he felt his lips press against hers firmly. Urgently.
The sharp intake of breath on y/nโs end.
The initial shock surpassed right after, her hands coming up to cradle his face, pulling him closer.
His hands found her waist, squeezing too hard maybe. He didnโt care, the only thing on his mind being the movement of her lips against his own, her body fitting against him like a puzzle.
Truly, nothing has changed.
Their bodies still knew each other. A choreography that came back thanks to muscle memory.
Her back hit the edge of the counter, the pain shooting across her lower back. The gasp from it allowed Mingi to slip his tongue inside, groaning at the feel of hers once they met.
The kiss was hungry, years of memories and emotions left buried resurfacing. Both put it all into the kiss, hands exploring, touching, squeezing.
Mingi broke the kiss, leaving a trail of them down her jaw and neck. y/n let her head fall back to give him more access, her heavy breathing and soft sighs filling the silence.
His hands slipped under her shirt, sending a shiver down her spine. He was careful of the tattoo, not wanting to hurt her. He kept his hands on her waist, caressing in the way he knew she liked.
โMingi.โ she breathed out, nails scratching at his scalp.
He took that as encouragement, continuing his kisses on the sensitive skin of her neck.
He couldnโt help but bite down gently.
โMingi.โ she managed to finally detach herself from him, hands on his chest.
They were both breathing heavily still, just staring at each other.
โWeโre still in your shop. I donโt want to traumatize Yunho.โ she reminded him, suddenly aware of the security cameras. โNot here.โ
Mingi didnโt need to be told twice.
They were going to be late. They were going to be so late for dinner.
โMingi?โ y/n called from her bedroom.
โWhere did you put my purse?โ
โItโs right here, baby.โ he responded, watching her emerge from the bedroom.
y/n looked at him expectantly, confused when not seeing the black purse with him. โWhere?โ
He simply pointed to the couch where the purse sat comfortably, previously put there by Mingi upon y/nโs request while she got ready.
y/n rushed to the couch, grabbing it. She brushed her hair away from her face as she looked around, quietly checking off everything she needed to have with her.
That didnโt change about her at all, still the same panicky person when it came to events. Even if it was just dinner with his parents.
He called her name, stopping in front of her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. โStop stressing. We have everything we need. Itโs just dinner with my parents.โ
y/nโs body relaxed at the touch. โYour parents whom I havenโt seen since college.โ
โThey adored you.โ he reminded her.
โExactly. Adored. Past tense, Mingi.โ
He sighed. โBaby, they still do. You know how excited they got when I told them weโre back together?โ
y/n smiled warmly at the image curating in her mind, slowly easing the tension in her body, the stress and anxiety washing away.
His parents had always welcomed her with open arms, accepting her into their family as if she was their own. She really missed them during the time they were broken up.
Back then it hurt to say goodbye after their decision, the look on his momโs face enough to take back the breakup.
โStop, Iโm going to cry.โ she said dramatically before leaning in to give Mingi a quick peck on the lips. โAlright, letโs go before weโre actually late.โ
Safe to say, they werenโt late.
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