Tattoo ⚣ Jaeyong

[ chapter 2 ]

lee taeyong

taeyong stood outside the entrance of the nightclub, hesitating whether or not he should go in.

he looked at the bouncer at the entrance. the man looked back at him with no expression and taeyong felt a little intimidated but he still walked towards him anyways.

"i.d?" the bouncer asked. taeyong grabbed his i.d card from his back pocket and gave it to the man. the man looked at the card and then back to taeyong. his eyes scanned his whole body and taeyong knew he was judging him for the amount of tattoes imprinted on his body. the boy was at least glad the tattoos on his legs were covered.

he wore tight jeans, ones that would make the muscles of your legs visible, a small coat that showed his chest and thick eyeliner that made even the straight men question their sexuality.

the bouncer gave taeyong's i.d card back to him and taeyong walked in the nightclub, hanging his head low - as if he regretted the outfit he wore.

the minute he walked in, the first thing he saw was everybody moving to the beat of the music. the music was being played by a dj who was probably in his late 20s.

taeyong scanned the club and noticed the person he was seeking for.

the young male moved his way across the crowd, bodies of women and men moving up on him.

he made his way to the bar and sat down next to the other male.

the other noticed taeyong and gave him a cold glare.

"what are you doing here?" he spat.

"chittaphon..." taeyong whispered. "i'm sorry."

chittaphon looked at taeyong, his glare still plastered on his face.

"i miss you." taeyong said whilst staring at his tattoo on chittaphon's neck. "please, can we at least be friends?"

the man named 'chittaphon' picked up his drink and hopped off his seat.

"you shouldn't have worn that outfit, taeyong." he stared at taeyong's tattoos. "you look like a slut."

the other male walked away, leaving taeyong feeling alone and heartbroken.

"he seemed nice." taeyong heard someone from behind him say.

taeyong turned around. he was face to face with another male, who looked around taeyong's age.

taeyong stared at him, his eyes looked cold and mean but his small smile said otherwise. taeyong noticed that the stranger had no tattoos imprinted on his body but then again, he couldn't see because the other male was wearing a suit.

the stranger was good looking.

very good looking.

"e-excuse me?" taeyong stuttered. he realised he was staring at the other for too long.

"i'm jaehyun." he took out his hand, waiting for taeyong to shake it.

"taeyong." he shook hands with jaehyun.

"who was that dude?" jaehyun raised his eyebrows and chuckled. taeyong noticed he had dimples.

"oh, uh, just an old friend. it's..." taeyong shifted in his stool. "complicated, i guess."

jaehyun just nodded and poured taeyong a glass of wine.

"thanks." taeyong said when jaehyun gave him the wine glass, their fingers touching a little.

the older male stared at his drink before taking a small sip.

"that's a lot of tattoos." jaehyun said.

taeyong turned his head around again and saw jaehyun staring at his chest.

taeyong gave a flustered laugh and just replied with a quiet "yeah."

"you don't need to worry what people say about those tattoos, especially from someone like that friend you were talking to."

the older male wasn't so sure what to say, so he took another sip of his drink.

"i think they look good on you, actually. not at all slutty."

taeyong wasn't sure why this stranger named 'jaehyun' was giving him compliments, but he didn't stop him.

"you okay?" the other said.

"huh?" taeyong turned to look at jaehyun. their eyes were locked onto each other.

"the words that came out of your ex friend's mouth - it looked like they hurt you."

"oh. it's okay. i honestly would've said the same thing to myself."

jaehyun's smile disappeared and he was now staring intensely at taeyong.

the older male felt a little intimidated. he shifted his gaze and covered the front of his pants with his hands - just in case things got a little too intense with jaehyun's staring.

taeyong was always like this. like a whore - as his previous boyfriends would say. falling easily for other men only to leave them after a few weeks.

"wanna get out of here?" jaehyun suddenly said, his eyes looking at taeyong up and down.

he probably noticed it. taeyong thought.

"hey." jaehyun gently places his hand on taeyong's jawline and turned taeyong's head around to face him.

"do you trust me?"

taeyong wasn't sure if he trusted him. they only talked for a few minutes. but even still, in those few minutes he felt like someone was actually there for him.

"yeah. lets's go."