“ - tattoo?”
Dongwoo’s eyes trailed over the dark swirls swimming across the tight skin of the man’s hand, his inked fingers curling around the numerous bags of chips and packs of gum as he rung up the items and shoved them into plastic bags. The boy followed the stream of ink down the cashier’s hand, roaming over the tatted strings of veins around his wrist and arms.
Dongwoo didn’t even register that the man across from him was speaking. His eyes were still deciphering the lines, too busy to notice the glare settling on his wandering eyes or the annoyed voices sounding from the people in line behind him.
His eyes had only wandered back down to the other’s hand when it raised to give him the finger, an disapproving glare meeting his stare before the boy was quickly handing over the needed money, almost leaving his bags as he ran as fast as he could out of that store.
After deeming himself a reasonable distance away from the building, Dongwoo pulled out his phone, calling upon the magic of google’s wonders as he searched for the nearest tattoo parlor - there was no way he was going back home without one of those.
The sting in his back afterwards only made him regret his decision a tiny bit. And even as his his mother nagged him for ruining his “perfect skin”, he couldn’t bring himself to care because he now has a hella cool tattoo on his back.
So, who’s the real winner here?
