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LOEY (Baekyeol)

Shaking from nerves and the cold temperature outside, Chanyeol and his best friend Jongin step into the tattoo shop. The place feels warm and inviting but at the same time it's kinda intimidating. It has pictures and examples of hundreds of tattoos on the walls and graffiti all over the ceiling. "Wow!" Jongin exclaims. He walks towards the wall to examine the pictures of tattoos. Chanyeol was too anxious and nervous to even be interested. He just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. There was no one behind the counter so he decides to look around the tattoo shop. There are multiple brown chairs, and Chanyeol was just going to sit on one when he realises rock music is playing loudly in another room. Chanyeol just wanted to peek inside when a red haired lady comes out. The red wasnt natural, it was bright and her hair looks freshly dyed. Other than that she looks quite, normal? Chanyeol sighed. He always had this stereotype in mind that everyone who works at a tattooshop is intimidating and covered in piercings and tattoos. He realises he shouldnt give that much attention to stereotypes. They were not true most of the time anyway. "Do you have an appointment?" The lady has bright big eyes and Chanyeol gets flustered, he's not good at looking people in the eye. "Uh no this is kinda l-last minute s-sorry." Chanyeol's cheeks heat up. What was he thinking! He never shouldve come! "Oh thats totally fine it's not busy at this hour anyways! What did u have in mind? Did you come for a piercing or a tattoo? Or maybe something else?" The red haired lady asked. Chanyeol got more nervous by the second. He really regretted coming. "N-nothing i.." "He came for a tattoo." Jongin joined the conversation, obviously tired of Chanyeol. "He's just a bit nervous." Chanyeol jabs Jongin in his ribs. How dare he embarrass him like this? "Oh that's totally understandable! I was nervous too the first time i got a tattoo! But you'll be fine i promise!" The lady walks over to the desk where she grabs a piece of paper and a pencil. "So what would you like your tattoo to be?" "Oh uh well id like "loey" written on the inside of my middle finger." Chanyeol stammers. The lady looks up, a bit confused, but curious too. "Loey? May i ask what it stands for?" "Thats what id like to know." An unfamiliar voice comes from someone walking out of the other room. A man, hair black with red stripes and a mullet, which shouldve been ridiculous, but Chanyeol didn't even think of laughing. The man was ridiculously sexy, leaning against the wall with his eyes focused on Chanyeol. He is wearing a blouse with the buttons opened up till his waist, chest tattoos covering his skin. His pants are tight and ripped. He doesn't hide that he's watching Chanyeol, his eyes sliding all over his body, hovering at certain, places. Incredibly intimidated Chanyeol stammered "Uh, well you see all i really want to do in life is music and well loey stands for that its personal i-" Chanyeol's nerves take over again. "So you're into music huh?" The hot guy moves his , incredibly beautiful Chanyeol noticed, fingers to his mouth, and turns his head to the side while staring at Chanyeol intensely. He smirks, clearly amused by Chanyeols awkwardness. "Y-yes i'm really passionate about it." Chanyeol was speaking the truth. Music really meant a lot to him. He couldn't imagine doing anything else. Still he found it hard to explain his love for music. Chanyeol never was good with words after all. The hot guy walks to the counter where the red haired lady is standing and takes the paper and pencil from her. "So what do you want it to look like?" The guy stares at him over the counter, showing real interest and seriousness on his face. Chanyeol couldn't stop looking at him, he was effortlessly beautiful, but so incredibly intimidating too. "I want it to be in a handwritten style, like i wrote it myself with a pen." Chanyeol thought long about this too. He wanted it to be personal. "Alright then do you want to write it yourself?" The guy held out the pen, and Chanyeol took it from him, their hands brushing against eachother. Chanyeol shivered and the corner of the hot guy's mouth lifted. Chanyeol suddenly got embarrassed, he looked like a child. He wasn't gonna let that guy intimidate him! He quickly walks toward the paper and sketches the tattoo as he did 100 times before. A simple loey, in capital letters. "Well then Baekhyun can you please tattoo him i think Kyungsoo is still busy with the other customer." Baekhyun nods and the lady walks away. Baekhyun. His name is Baekhyun. Chanyeol couldn't stop thinking that it suited him. His lips were pretty too, but it were the hands that kept catching his eyes. How did a man, who inks people for a job, have such pretty fingers? They must look pretty around Ch- His breathing hitched. He shouldn't be thinking about those things now. What was he thinking? Chanyeol pinches himself. "Well then lets get started! Follow me, oh and will your boyfriend be joining us?" Baekhyun turns around to look at Chanyeol, and his "boyfriend"; Jongin, and Jongin coughs. "I'm not his boyfriend and no i won't be joining you two. I have other plans tonight. You can do it Chanyeolie i believe in you!" Jongin grabs Chanyeols hand and softly squeezes it. Chanyeol was thankful for all the mental support, but knew it stopped here. Chanyeol knew Jongin secretly feared needles but obviously he wasn't gonna show that fear. He watches Jongin leave and turns around to face Baekhyun again, who looks very amused. "Let's go get you your first tattoo princess." What. Did he just. Chanyeols cheeks heat up. He called him princess. The tension immediately rises. Baekhyun softly laughs when he realises Chanyeol's face is red and walks into the other room. Chanyeol hesitantly follows. Baekhyun didn't calm him down at all. The tension in the air only got worse. 'Great' Chanyeol thinks, now more nervous than ever. Arriving at the chair where the tattoo is supposed to happen, Baekhyun pats his hand on the black leather eyeing Chanyeol, and sits himself down on his own stool. He watches Chanyeol while he sits down, eyes slowly sliding from Chanyeols chest to his full thighs, and hovering there for a few seconds. Chanyeol shudders. You'd think he'd be uncomfortable, but he was actually really ing . He felt like a prey, which was nerve wrecking but so incredibly hot at the same time. He was already shaking under Baekhyuns stare, imagine what kind of mess he'd be w- Chanyeol stops himself for the second time. This really isn't the time and place for it, his pants were already feeling a bit tighter. Baekhyun was taking his time preparing the stuff he needed, which wasn't helping Chanyeol at all. He can't keep his eyes off him. The way he moves his feminine hands is intriguing. But the nervous feeling in his stomach soon returnes when he sees baekhyun holding the tattoo gun. "Are you ready princess? This will hurt a bit." Baekhyun chuckles, and comes closer to Chanyeol, grabbing his hand. Chanyeol stammers something about not being ready when the needle touches his skin. "Ah Fuck!" It didn't hurt as bad as Chanyeol imagined, but it still stung like a bitch. Baekhyun seems very pleased with himself and stops for a second. "Are you sure you're ok? Or does it hurt too much?" He grins. Chanyeol knew he had to stop being such a pussy , what would Baekhyun think of him? But he knew Baekhyun was more than just enjoying himself. "Yes i'm ok go on." And so Baekhyun does. Chanyeol tried to be quiet but small moans kept escaping his pretty lips, and Baekhyun seemed all too pleased. It didn't take long. 15 minutes later Chanyeol stood outside the tattoo parlor, his tattoo wrapped up, and a smile on his face. He really did that, and he was so proud of himself. But there was something else on his mind. Something a bit more, sensual. The way Baekhyun had touched his thigh, how his hands had felt on his skin, even tho Baekhyun wore plastic handkerchiefs. The way he unashamedly called him Princess... Baekhyun was hot, like really hot. And Chanyeol couldn't stop thinking about him the entire walk back home, not even when he lied down in bed