tattoos | txt yeonjun x oc

one: i taught you everything you know

Bright lights shining in her face, Indigo holds her microphone up in her right hand as she finishes her performance. Walking backstage to the commissary table, she looks around at her fellow performers, singers, dancers. All of them were gorgeous, but she immediately landed eyes on someone she's grown close to over the last year. As friends. She glanced away quickly, but he had already caught her looking and was making his way over to her.

"Hey," he nudged her arm with his elbow and smiled down at her sweetly, but still with a bit of flirt. But he was always a flirt.

"Hey," she smiled back, taking a sip from her straw to avoid looking him in the eyes. Although they were close friends, she still didn't like looking in his eyes, especially after not speaking face-to-face for over three months given her recent tour.

"You were great out there."

"Thanks," she beamed up at him, blushing deeply. She never did take compliments well, especially his.

"You're welcome. I did teach you everything you know..." he sings, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Yeah...you keep telling yourself that," she rolls her eyes.

"What? I did!" He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.

"Okay, maybe you 'inspired' me slightly as a performer, but I take pride in my music and songwriting abilities. You're not taking that away from me, Yeonjun."

"I wouldn't dare. You earned that right, Indi." He—attempted to—wink at her. She turns to head toward her dressing room, but Yeonjun grabs her wrist gently, turns her back around, looks in her eyes like they were his favorite color. He flashes her a knowing smirk. "How long are you in Seoul for?"

"I'm not sure. I kinda like it here. Maybe I'll stay for a while," Indigo shrugs, attempting to flirt in the best way she knew how, which wasn't great, but it got the message across.

"Can I take you out?" He asks and her eyebrows furrow as she's taken aback.

"What? Why?"

"Oh, come on. Don't act like you don't know how I feel about you," he says, his eyes roaming her face. "I'm not a very subtle man."

"You act this way around all women—well, all people. We're friends, Yeonjun."

He chuckles, "I guess that's true. You know I've always been one to flirt," he answers, ignoring that last sentence. He searches her face, looking for a sign of permission. "So, can I take you out?"

"Be honest," she pauses, making eye contact with him. "Do you like me or do you want to fuck me?"

"I like you," he reassures her. "...and I want to fuck you. But we don't have to do that, darling."

Her cheeks turn vermillion. He always loved seeing her all flustered. "Hm...this doesn't sound like it ends well, to be quite honest."

"Really? It sounds like it ends very well to me," he watched her reaction, and she caught him in a stare that they both refused to break. A stage manager shouts for him, taking them out of their trance. "Just think about it," he says, walking backwards. "I'll text you!" He finally turns around, lightly jogging wherever he needs to be.

"Who was that?" Indigo's assistant asks her, not taking her eyes off him.

Indigo sighs, trying to figure out the feelings she had for him, "That's Yeonjun."

The next day, Indigo decided to relax and catch up on sleep in her hotel room after a long night of performing, audience member-ing, and after-partying. She'd never admit it, but she was disappointed not waking up to a text from Yeonjun.