I scheduled an appointment at a tattoo and piercing studio and now I'm really wondering is this is a good idea. I mean, I have other piercings, but the tattoo... this would be my first.
You can't just back out now...
I walk into the building to hear the vibrating sounds of the tattoo machines going on. I walk to the guy at the desk to confirm my appointment.
He walked me to a room in the back and told me to wait for the artist to come in.
"Okay, thank you."
"No problem." Then the guy left.
I sat in the big leather chair, my legs suddenly starting to fidget. My palms were sweating, and I was suddenly starting to heat up.
Just as soon as I thought I was gonna be in the room forever, the tattoo artist walks in. One of his arms had a full sleeve of tattoos and his other arm only had a few tattoos on them.
He looked young.... and handsome.
He had chocolate brown hair, big puppy eyes, a slim nose, in which the septum was pierced and his lips looked unbelievably kissable.
His style was similar to mine. And by that I mean, he looks like he came out of a PacSun, then went into a HopTopic. Low-key, kind of hot.
The man smiled. "Are you Y/N?"
I nodded because I was afraid of stuttering from my nervousness. "Mhm..."
"Don't be shy," he started getting the equipment ready, cleaning things off and whatnot. "I don't bite."
"S-sorry," goddammit. "I-I'm nervous..."
"First tattoo?" He asked, putting on his gloves.
"Yeah..."
"It'll go by quicker than you'd expect," he smiled. "And where are you getting your tattoo, Y/N?"
"On my inner wrist."
"May you turn your arm around so I can clean it?" I flipped my arm over and the tattoo artist rubbed it with a alcohol wipe.
"And what are you getting?"
I took out my phone and showed him the picture.
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"An alien?"
I nodded.
"What does it mean to you?"
"Well, when I was younger, I called myself an alien because I was a weirdo," I giggled. "And it kind of stuck with me. And now I want it to be stuck with me until well... I die."
The artist giggled and nodded. "I love that."
-
The man drew the design on a piece of paper that allowed the drawing to be transferred to my arm. It was almost like a temporary tattoo.
When the tattoo was transferred to my skin, I started to get really nervous because I knew he was about to actually tattoo me.
"Are you okay?"
"H-how much is it gonna hurt...?"
The man grabbed hold of my hand. "It's not going to hurt as much if you put your attention on something other than the pain." He said. "Usually my clients look at me as I tattoo them." He winked and I started becoming red.
"O-okay..."
He let go of my hand and turned the tattoo machine on. As the needles touched my skin, my breath sharpened. It felt like a bunch of small insects pinching me. It wasn't bad, but it definitely hurt.
-
"Okay... and done!" The artist, who I learned is named Jungkook lifted the machine and I got to look at the finished product. It was perfect.
"Wow... this is amazing." I marveled at the man's work.
"And you said you wanted a septum piercing as well?"
"Yeah."
"Let me wrap that tattoo up and I'll be back with my supplies."
-
The septum piercing didn't hurt as much as I thought. I didn't take long either.
I looked yourself in the mirror.
"This looks amazing! Thank you so much."
"Just doing my job," he smiled. "Would it be weird if I said you look hot?"
I giggled. "You just did."
"O-oh..."
"And frankly, no it wasn't weird."
I took out my wallet and handed him the money.
"I know you just payed me in all, but there's another thing that I would like you to pay me." Jungkook's face become flustered and cute.
