Youth | I Love Yoo x Reader Oneshots

20. Yeong-Gi- At Last

(Requested)

It's not a soulmate AU but OMG I LOVE IT

okay so

everyone is born with their own unique tattoo that no one else in the world has, right on their ankle

every time they fall in love with someone, the other person's tattoo appears on their body

so like asexuals only have their own

easily wooed people have like a fuck ton

and celebrities and fan tattoos and stuff, like a fan seeing their tattoo on a celeb and being so fucking ecstatic.

and wooooooooo pintrest oml

oof i love

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I traced my mother's leg, smiling at the image of my own black ink symbol lacing her skin. She laughed and picked me up, swinging me around.

"Your father loved you very much, (Y/N). He loved us so much. Funny, he passed away with his, mine, and your tattoo on his body. He was a proud man," she used to tell me while sitting beside my bed and lovingly stroking my head.

"I'll love him no matter what. He's my dad, right? And we both have his tattoo." Our ankles linked, forming an intricate pattern of lilies that extended up both of our legs.

Old times, but good ones. Until my mother passed away and I was taken under custody of my uncle and aunt. They were sweet people, always asking if I wanted anything and finding that my tattoo had been imprinted onto them.

I never thought I'd need anything else.

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Rainy days were my favorites. The quiet pit-pattering of the drops as they hit the ground was more than soothing to me. I traced the inside of my leg, the memories permanently inked onto my skin. Some were good, some were bad. Past ex-lovers' tattoos I tried to rub off, or get them lasered off, but nothing would work. I was stuck with them forever.

I snapped back into reality, shaking my head and taking out one headphone, listening into the slow, soft jazz of the cafe I was currently sat at. I fiddled with the collar of my turtleneck, huffing and bouncing my leg up and down.

It was quiet at night, the cafe only being open from midnight to four in the morning. It was a place where insomniacs would go, or people could wander there if they were lost, and maybe needed a warm drink or something to eat.

The small bell hanging from the door rang, signaling that someone had entered. My pupils widened as I looked, seeing the most handsome ginger male I had ever laid my eyes upon.

Shit, I could feel another tattoo mark creeping its way onto my arm.

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Yeong-Gi shook his head and cursed under his breath, wondering how he'd ended up in a dead end. It was one in the morning, and he had no idea where he was, and how he'd ended up walking all around town.

He kicked a can and started to make his way back, until Yeong-Gi caught sight of a glowing sign across the street.

"Catch Cafe. Refuge for Lost Souls, Open 12:00-4:00 am" he read, furrowing his eyebrows. Yeong-Gi shrugged, yawning, eyes almost falling out of his sockets.

"Sounds legit enough." The male somehow stumbled his way to the establishment and opened the door. Immediately he was blasted with a warm aura, soft fairy lights illuminating the place. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through his nose and tempted drool to pour out of his mouth, looking at the succulents and potted ferns everywhere.

He was too tired to care, plopping himself down at the nearest table, not realizing that there was a very awestruck person sitting in front of him.

"My head is pounding," Yeong-Gi groaned, clutching the fabric of his hoodie, pulling it up and almost passing out. He heard small choking noises from his right side and finally began to notice the flushed face of a soon-to-be acquaintance.

"Oh, hi." Yeong-Gi's voice was quite soft, considering that he was really worn out, and gave an attempt at a wave, muscles almost collapsing under the seemingly hefty weight of a hand. Needless to say, he was extremely tired.

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The ginger sat in front of me, and after a few moments, came to notice my face.

"Oh hi." Damn, his voice was like a silk tapestry, painting those words like a work of art. But my smile slowly dropped as I noticed the bags under his eyes and the tired half-lidded expression he had.

"Hey, are you okay?" I tapped his shoulder and got out of my seat, trying to help. "You might want to move over to the couches there. It's more comfortable." He gave no answer, but just nodded. I hoisted him up, draping an arm over both my shoulders and helped him stumble to the cushion area.

"Here, have some jasmine tea. It'll help to calm your nerves. You seem exhausted." I brought a teacup and poured some of the hot drink from the kettle, catching all the leaves in a strainer.

Holding the small cup up to his lips, I tilted the porcelain and held his chin to make sure he didn't spill. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with every gulp. Once the cup was half-empty, I slowly set it on the shallow table in front of us.

"Cookie?" I asked jokingly. The stranger's eyes blinked a couple of times, lips tilted up to a smile, breathing in softly.

"Yes please."

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"I actually didn't get to say thank you," Yeong-Gi chuckled, taking a bite out of the honey and cranberry bread, fresh out of the oven. I laughed lightly and smiled.

"It's no problem. The cafe is especially open to people who need a safe spot. I guess it's 'exclusive' since no one really comes around here in the night," I said, scratching my cheek and grinning. "I come here really often since I myself, am an insomniac." The red-head laughed again, cheek dimples showing up and green eyes twinkling. My heart skipped a beat and I smiled to myself. He checked his watch and looked up at me.

"I should really be going. I gotta get home, old folks will be worried, you know?" I nodded understandingly.

"Yeah, it's no problem, really. You know your way back?" He shrugged and smirked, looking at me with kind, crinkled, brilliant emerald eyes.

"I'll find a way back eventually. I got all that tea and sugar to keep me going for at least the next hour." I smiled and helped him up, guiding Yeong-Gi to the door.

"It was nice meeting you. I hope we'll stay in touch. Maybe we can meet soon, but if time fits, that is. I know you probably won't be coming here every night," I suggested, holding up my phone. Yeong-Gi nodded, pressing his lips into a wonderful smile.

"Yeah. I hope so too. And thanks again, for the tea and cookies." He pressed his lips to my cheek, closing his eyes in the process, lingering that way for at least a few seconds. The world slowed to a halt in those moments, my mind yearning for more. Everything came back slowly as his soft lips left my skin.

"Well, I hope I'll see you soon. Bye (Y/N)." I watched the back of my crush as he exited the small cafe with a black umbrella.

I lifted up the sleeve of my shirt, looking admiringly at the new gemstone tattoo that had just formed. I hope it's the last one I get.

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Yeong-Gi walked away, mood definitely improved. He pulled out his phone and checked his collarbone, tugging at the shirt that covered it, face blossoming into a smile once he realized that there was a different tattoo, other than his own, on his body.

He was for sure going to visit again.