itch to scratch. |joong+seonghwa|
@mpxseonghwa
It wasn’t often that Joong woke up with the itching for pain, but so far his life hadn’t exactly been his normal routine. He’d moved into the safety of the rather normal looking God’s town, gotten a job that suited his special talents and even made a friend or two along the way. People that actually didn’t mind his strange quirk; because well they were just as fucked up as he was. Some more gentle than others, he assumed. It wasn’t like he would wander around asking every person relativity his age what the fuck they could do. But….perhaps there was a list somewhere?
But today, his mind was solely focused on the craving his body was under to feel the needle scratch the skin again. Tattoo or piercing; it didn’t matter which. His skin burned for the ache it gave in the most delicious way. Which is what dragged the rough looking demi to the doorstep of Taste of Ink. If Joong’s memory served him well, and it never tended to fail him, this was where that dark-haired artist he met briefly at Dr. Feelgood’s worked. “Stop by anytime you need a new addition.” Oh, he would be seeing a lot of him.
The door chimed as he pushed it open, stepping inside to the warmer air within the walls, and let his dark eyes drift from one end of the shop to another. Grays narrowed in on black hair sitting in a chair, the side profile of a strong jaw glowering at him. Twistedly, Joong’s lips curled like a felines up the traces of his cheeks, letting his feet carry him closer. Without warning her spun the artists chair, eyes turning wickedly amused as he came face to face with the same boy from that night. Leather gloves gripped the arms of the chair on either side of him as he bent into view. “I’ll take that offer now.~”
