I'd Rather Die...

Chapter 2: The Beginning (18+)

Warning: This chapter contains mild sexual content, along with improper language. Please refrain from reading this if you're uncomfortable with such.

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The silence roamed in the thin air between the sun shining from one corner of the room. Kant, the tattoo artist, sat silently on the stool, focused on his cigarette, waiting for the customer who had insisted on going to the bathroom for a moment.

As Kant thought about the boy more, a smile formed on his lips automatically. Since no one was watching, he didn't need to keep on the cool looks of a great tattoo artist anymore.

The boy actually caught Kant's attention the second he came in. The smell of the boy's perfume was very pleasant, as if he had worn that to attract someone. And it probably had already worked. But Kant just didn't want to make the boy feel superior.

As Kant took in a series of smoke from the burning cigarette, a sense of rush washed through him. Letting the smoke out of his mouth, his gaze drifted to the bathroom door. An almost unnoticeable smirk took over his face as he realized that maybe the boy was planning for something else... as well.

A hint of excitement rushed over him as the smirk on his face got clearer and he fixed his posture on the chair.

In no time, he watched as the bathroom door was pulled open and the boy came out. He didn't look much different from how he looked before going into the bathroom, except... he looked hotter. The tip of his hair strands were brushed down, covering his eyes almost. His hair was parted in the middle and was longer than Kant had thought. The tip of his hair was wet, as if he had just styled it. The sweat on his neck was glistening from the sunlight falling over him.

Kant couldn't deny the fact that he was stunned. The first thought he had when the boy and him met gazes was that the boy was beautiful. But he hadn't realized how angelic the other was until he saw greater style fit on him.

Kant's eyes roamed to the shirt the boy wore. It was slightly wet. His brows furrowed just a bit as he looked up at the boy. "Uh... why are you wet?" He asked, hesitant.

The boy shrugged, trying to wipe off the excess water from his clothes. "I felt hot so I thought some water would help," He said, gliding his hand smoothly on his neck to wipe his own sweat. "Don't you feel hot?"

Kant's eyes roamed to that hand. He wondered how that hand would feel on his own body. Lost in his imagination, he answered, gulping unknowingly. "Yeah... very much."

"What's your name by the way?" the boy asked casually.

"Kant."

The boy tried to hold back a chuckle. "Too close to a word you don't wanna hear."

Kant rolled his eyes slightly. The boy was braver than he had thought at the beginning. "You're gonna tell me yours or should I just call you the 'B' boy?" Kant asked, attempting to sound sarcastic and hide away the desperation of him actually wanting to know the name.

"It's Bison. You can still call me that if you want," Bison exclaimed, almost winking at the taller man. Just another thing Bison loved about being single, being able to flirt with whoever he wanted.

"So the tattoo is the first letter of your name. How cliché!" Kant exclaimed, crossing his legs again as he tapped the tattoo bed a few times, inviting the shorter man to climb on.

Bison crawled forward on the bed, half lying down before lifting his t-shirt towards the man.

Kant set his cigarette aside. It was finished already. As he tried to get a clear view of the area, examining the part, he picked up his tattoo pen. "Didn't you say lower abdomen? Shouldn't you drag your pants down more? I can only see your upper abdomen," Kant expressed. Indeed, Bison's pants were up to just a few centimeters below his belly button.