(I'm telling you I'm never gonna run outta ideas for short BL/GL stories. EVER. Or just romance in general...it's my favorite genre, besides horror/psychological and sci-fi.)
Jabari always wanted more piercings, but due to getting a previous one done unprofessionally leading to an infection, he's been contemplating it. So every time he'd go inside his local piercing shop, he'd walk right back out due to his nerves. All it took was one patient piercer to calm him down.
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I sat in my car, on the phone with my friend Amira. Nervous as ever. In the last 10 minutes she's been trying to reassure me that I'd be fine and that no one's forcing me to get it. It's not like I have to get one now. It's the fact that I want to.
"Jabari, what piercing do you even wanna get? Because I can't tell you if it'll hurt bad if I don't know what kind," she sighed, playing with her own industrial piercing she's had for a while. See, Amira wasn't as scared as I was, so she had a lot of body mods such as tats, scarification, and piercings too of course.
"I don't even knooowww..just nothing too basic but also nothing too crazy. But it can't hurt too much," I explained, hoping she'd understand. That made her sigh again.
"Bro, I don't know something that's not basic that won't hurt. I only got me a rook, industrial, angel bites, and a septum piercing. Those didn't really hurt for me, but since your pain tolerance is worse than mines, I bet it'll hurt for you cause you a baby," she joked.
"I ain't no- alright I'm hanging up cause we done sat here for 10 minutes for nothing. You bad at calming people down. Bye," I said before hearing her smack her lips, mumbling something under her breath along the lines of "bitch, it's yo fault we sat her for 200 something hours" before I hung up. I took a huge intake of air before shakily releasing it. I did it 3-4 more times before I grabbed my lanyard, my phone, and my stress ball. I'm not playing around this time.
