the boy | wowkwan

-,'04

"you motherfucker"

sehyoon uttered these words through gritted teeth as he gripped the tattered cushion of the slab he has been layed on.

his ears were filled with loud snickering followed by an amused voice commenting: "don't be such a baby. i really would've thought a big boy like you could handle a silly little needle"

it took every cell inside the officer's body to not simply jump up and rip out byeongkwan's tounge. not when yuchan's eyes were observing his every movement. though the young man had not been holding back in showing sehyoon what he was capable of doing to people who angered him. sehyoon was not blind nor stupid. he knew him and byeongkwan had something going on. something bizarre and strange - lowkey disturbing, sehyoon had to admit. it was something deeper than your usual mob boss and assasin realationship.

he wondered if he would only cut off his fingers if he would even dare to touch one inch of the boy's porcellain skin or if he would instantly blow his head off. and not in the fun kind of way.

sehyoon huffed and glanced at byeongkwan from the corner of his eyes. "sadly i don't have the pain tolerance you were blessed with smarty pants"

byeongkwan laughed, the shiny orb that was placed on this tounge glistening under the pinching lights of the small tattoo parlor sehyoon has been taken to. sehyoon really wished he could forget the way byeongkwan placed his lips on yuchan's neck a few moments ago just as the boss declined his pleds of him getting it pierced only to be followed by a soft: "you know these kinds of things are not simply for decoration, hm? they can be useful in ALL kinds of fields- want me to show you, hm? chanie?"

he felt sick. slightly aroused by the thought of somebody using a tounge piercing for the purpose byeongkwan hinted at but sick nother the less.

"if you think that is impressive you should see me-"

"that's enough", yuchan's sharp voice cut through the suffacoating air. sehyoon almost choked on the thick fragrance made up of sweat, incense sticks and sanitizer every inch of the furniture was covered in. fastly byeogkwan closed his mouth, causing lonely silence to linger upon the four bodies in the room. well, except the humming of the mechanic needle the girl next to him pinched him with.

it was not the first time sehyoon put ink on his skin. the firtst time was the conclusion of a lost bet during a more or less wild frat party in his first year of college. when he was asked about the strangely shaped object on his lower arm he usually told people all kinds of stories, explaining it was rather ment to look like a baseballbat and baseballs but the tattoist fucked up. the second time he inked himself was to cover up the sin he hated himself for and was also really embarassed about (although he'd never admit it.). now a black box throned were the lost memories of his early life were once imprinted on. accompanied by six simple numbers: 20180805.

a pout formed on byeongkwan's voluminous lips. lips that shimmered brightly red now that he touched up the color with the lipstick he had pulled out of the pocket of his coat. "c'mon chanie.", he smiled and inched closer to his boss or lover or whatever exactly he was to him. "somebody's in a bod mood today, hm?"

sehyoon's face redenned as he saw byeongkwan's hand, which was placed on yuchan's knee only a few seconds ago moving furhter up his black clad thigh. "you know i just bought some hew ropes yesterday just like you asked me to. we could try them out if you want to"

how could that tattooartist hear all that and not want to perish from embarassment?

sehyoon visably stiffened for which he arned a monotone: "relax. we're almost finished here" and he just replied with a silent "sorry."