#lee euntae

Gun

He got tattooed an old-school traditional mermaid with your traits.

You were watching him make dinner when suddenly he rolled up his sleeves, his usual tattoos were accompanied by a new one, a mermaid. You approached him and took a look "I'm not really fond of the idea of you having another woman than me in your body, but I kinda like this one" he remained silent and watched you inspect his new permanent art piece.

The hair of the mermaid was pretty and kinda similar to yours, her nose too, and her lips, her breasts covered by her hand in the same way you cover them when you are naked in front of your boyfriend... You lifted your head to look at him, Gun would never say it out loud, but he got his girl on his skin, the only woman that seduced him to the point he couldn't think of anything else, Gun who needed you on him, so when he physically couldn't have you over his body all the time (believe me, he would love it to happen) got you on his skin instead.

"If you cry over this, I'm going to leave, and I mean it, y/n"

Jake

Jake was surprisingly more discreet, he got your name on his chest, over his heart, hidden over his previous one.

You rested your head on his naked chest while your hand was feeling his skin from his abdomen to his chest, there, on his heart, you felt a little protrusion like a little scratch. Your eyes focused on that spot and found a fine line hidden on his tattoo, your name was written over his heart.

You gasped and raised your head to see his face, "you've got my name!?" he smiled and nodded. "Just a little permanent reminder that I have you in my heart always" you watched him surprised and thought about the words permanent and always "have you really thought about the permanent thing? what if we break up?". Oh, Jake looked at you as if you insulted him "no, honey, you are my soulmate I'm not giving up on us, never" you smiled and kissed his lips, "I love you, permanently".

Vasco

This lover boy decided to get your portrait in an old-school style next to the bird on his chest, right over his heart.

"Why? I don't want to fight you!"

Vasco protested, raising up in full panic mode. You were still standing there, not sure if you should just give up.

"Like... a play fight, baby."

"I only fight bad guys!"

Your boyfriend's thoughts were running faster than you could say something. Why were you asking for something like this? Were you doing something bad? No-no, you would never. Was someone making you do something bad?! Were you in danger?

Your hands lowered, just for a moment, before you raised them to his shoulders.

"It's just a joke, love. Couples do those things sometimes... Just pretend we're fighting."

"I would never fight you!" His arms hugged you, lifting you off the ground. "Tell me if someone is making you do something bad! Please!"

"Huh?"

You looked at the sky, trying to understand how his brain got to that conclusion.

Okay, maybe don't try things like this with him again? He'd rather die than hurt you, even lightly.

☆ MARY

You got the most humiliating glance possible from your girlfriend. What are you talking about? You want to fight... her? Was the sun too much for your silly head?

You didn't feel bad under her glance. Instead, your lips twitched.

"What? You scared?"

In one second, your body hit the floor, an unpleasant feeling running through your nerves. Mary moved onto your hips, straddling you. Her expression still didn't change.

"What? You scared?" she repeated, as you blinked at her in surprise.

There was a pause in the air as you swallowed, trying to form something normal. It was hot. Like, super hot. You didn't expect her to be so... Um, hot?

"You could push me from the stairs and I would say thank you."

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you?" Mary groaned, rolling her eyes, but you could see the light blush on her cheeks. And she didn't move at all.

The best decision of your life. Exactly where you wanted to be.

☆ JAKE

His eyes rose from the phone, giving himself a second to think about what you just said. He slowly turned off the phone before giving you a very thoughtful expression.

"Fight you? Baby, you will beat my ass."

Jake said with a very serious face. His hand rose, fixing your posture.

"Like this... Right. So scary."

You gave him a disapproving glance, still standing in the pose.

"What?" Jake asked, blinking at you. His lips twitched as he tried to fight a smile. Attractive enough to make your thoughts run somewhere else. Stay focus!

"You're not taking it seriously."

"What do you mean? I am very serious."

Your arm moved, just to lightly punch his shoulder, and Jake easily intercepted your hand. In one second, you lost your balance and fell right onto him on the couch.

"Oh no-o-o, you won! I am useless against your mastery!"

You pressed your cheek against his chest, feeling his arms quickly slide around your body. Jake pressed a loud smooch on the top of your head.

A win is a win.

☆ SAMUEL

Samuel didn't stop what he was doing at all. His attention was fully on the papers in his hands. The awkward pause hung in the air before he finally looked at you from under his glasses.

"...You finished?"

He asked flatly, looking at you with the same expression. Your hands were still raised in the fighting pose.

"Nope. Let's fight."

The awkward pause once again.

Samuel let out such a deep sigh, like he had the pressure of the whole world on his shoulders. A little bit dramatic, you thought.

His leg moved from under the table, hitting you enough to make you hiss. Your ass met the chair behind you with a creak.

"Fight the paperwork, smartass."

The folder fell in front of you on the table. A clear sign that this nonsense was over.

"I was just trying to lighten the mood," you said dramatically, leaning on the chair, "we've been sitting here since the afternoon. I don't feel my legs anymore!"

"You can go for coffee," Samuel said, his attention back on the papers.

You made a dramatic sigh. At least you tried.

☆ JAMES

"You sure?"

Was everything he said, giving you a blank look. His eyes ran over your fighting position in front of him.

"I am quite a skillful fighter."

"Mhm. Yeah?"

He wasn't taking you seriously at all. Not like you could possibly be an equal opponent for him in a fight, but still... It's not helping your wounded ego!

James's hand rose, long fingers wrapping around your wrist. He simply twisted it. Not really hard, but you still hissed.

"Okay, okay! You won!"

You said immediately, taking a small step back. James let it go without any enthusiasm.

"What, you're already giving up, pretty?"

What a cocky asshole. Agh. You were really weak for his confidence.

"Don't use that tone with me!"

You pointed at him, making him smirk lightly.

"Don't start something you couldn't finish."

"Step back! James!"

His arms wrapped around you, without giving you a chance to run away.

You did that to yourself. Don't try to resist.

The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue across the sheets. Vasco lay on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily, with you nestled against him. The gentle aftermath of your intimacy wrapped around both of you like a soft blanket.

Vasco stared down at you as you moved closer into his side, his fingers trailing up and down your bare back. There was something about the way you looked in the dim lightning with the lamp on your bedside table highlighting some parts of your face.

He revered you. He thought of you as the sun, everything about you felt so warm. He felt warm around you, no matter how long you two have been dating, you still managed to make his heart beat out of his chest every single time you blessed him with even an ounce of your attention.

“You know…” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. What were you talking about? He wasn’t listening, he was too absorbed admiring you. “No, I don’t.” His gruff voice answers, making you huff out in amusement. “Sorry, what were we talking about?” He asks, bringing his hand from your lower back to your face to brush some of your hair out of your face.

“Your tattoos.” Your fingers tap one on his chest, “You’ve never told me the meaning behind them.” You clarify. One of his eyebrows raised in curiosity, “The meaning…?” He repeats as he looks down at where your finger tapped.

“They’re umm traditional Japanese tattoos‒oh and this one’s a bluebird.” He points at the bluebird tattoo on his chest then glances back up at you with such a simple expression on his face that clearly asked if he was able to answer your question.

“I know what those are, silly.” You smiled, “I meant like‒why did you get them? Is there a story? or did you just see some action star with tattoos and think ‘yep, i’m getting one too’.” You explained.

Vasco’s lips pressed into a line for a moment before sighing. “Yes, there’s a story to them.” His answer is quiet, internally shivering as his mind replays his memories from middle school. You catch the way the corners of his mouth seem to turn down a bit, the way his brows furrow and he subtly inhales sharply.

“...we don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfy, I was just curious.” You softly say, a hand coming up to cup his face. Thumb brushing over his cheek which instinctively makes him nuzzle his face into your palm. “No, no, it’s fine. We can talk about it if you want to.” He quickly says, covering your hand with his.

“You sure? it’s fine really–”

“I’m sure.”

He stares at you firmly yet his gaze was also a window to his soul where you could see the vulnerability. You held his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt but this is Vasco we’re talking about, he never goes back on his word.

“Okay then, tell me the story behind them.” You say. He moves your hand away from his cheek, guiding it towards one of the tattoos on his left arm. “This one covers up one of my scars from back in middle school.” He starts, recalling when the bullying started.

You listen intently as he guided your hand to where each vulgar tattoo that bullies carved into his skin were, all cleverly covered up by his tattoos. You felt the texture of the ink beneath your touch, the artistry and meaning imbuing each detail with life. Vasco leaned closer, allowing you to explore each tattoo fully, fingers gliding over each intricate design.

As your fingertips trailed over his skin, he observed you. Completely in awe of you, it made you giggle sometimes when you saw how in love he was with you. Often telling him that he probably feels that way because you’re his first love, his first everything.

Vasco’s hand held yours against his skin. "It’s funny," he said after a long pause. "I never talk about these. But with you… it feels easy."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, full of quiet understanding. "Thank you for sharing," you whispered, your voice as tender as the moment you both were in.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if sealing the connection between you. And in that silence, surrounded by the warmth of your shared breaths, the stories on his skin felt as much yours now as they were his.

You traced the lines of his tattoos again, mindlessly this time. You lay there, enveloped in the quiet, taking in the intimate space you had created.

The tattoos on his skin weren’t just marks of his past; they were symbols of his strength and determination. With each gentle brush of your fingers, you felt the connection deepen, a promise that you would stand by him through whatever life threw your way.

“Each tattoo…” Vasco said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “They remind me of where I’ve been and what I’ve overcome.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “And now they’re part of our story too,” you added, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“Exactly,” he replied, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. He shifted slightly, drawing you closer as if he wanted to shield you from the outside world. “I think of you every time I look at them. You give them a new meaning.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a warmth spreading through your chest. You nestled closer into his side, feeling safe and cherished. The vulnerability you shared in that moment was a thread that tied you together, weaving a tapestry of trust and love.

The world outside faded even further, leaving only the two of you and the stories etched in his skin, creating a cocoon of warmth and tenderness where nothing else mattered.