DubChaeng One Shot Stories

Tattoo of Love

"Coffee Shop?"

"I don't drink coffee."

Dahyun closed and opened her hand multiple times as she wets her dry lips. She heaves a sigh and chanted the words that had been circulating in her mind to strengthen herself at least.

You love her, you love Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung is kind..but not soft, and to prove that to everyone she had several tattoos everywhere on her arms. But what's funny for Dahyun was the tattoos itself were very cute like her; carrots, flowers, lips, etc.

Chaeyoung having a tattoo doesn't matter for her, she could tat even her face, and Dahyun would still love her the same. But, persuading her to have a couple of tattoos is a big no-no to her, but still, here she was--

"How about a Milktea shop?"

--Persuading Chaeyoung to go to another shop, just not the tattoo shop where they were already heading.

"I don't want to fill my body with milk or tea today." Chaeyoung retorts, smirking at the paler Dahyun who rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"But you want to fill your body with ink? Unbelievable." Dahyun muttered in disbelief.

"What? These are art!" The younger defended, extending her one arm as the other was holding the wheel. She showed her tattoo to the uninterested Dahyun.

"Arts through painful needles and dyes you mean. And what? Are you trying to build a whole garden on your body? Carrots, tomatoes, flowers... What else? Oaktree? Fruit-bearing trees?" Dahyun enumerated and sarcastically remarked.

Chaeyoung shrugged, "Possible. But hey! I have heart pierced with an arrow behind my ear, lips on my wrist, and a fish designed by yours truly." She proudly bragged, smiling crookedly at the older.

Dahyun rolled her eyes yet again. She huffed, she admits that Chaeyoung's really good with arts, and too devoted as well that even using her body as a material, but Dahyun is the complete opposite! She's clean with her body, do not want a single spot taints her face, she's flawless, blemish-free, clear and pale, and she wants to stay like that.

But with Chaeyoung's love for arts and love for her, she's being dragged into this without even a say. She mentally noted that she shouldn't trust Chaeyoung too much to the point that she let her dragged anywhere without even asking.

"Chill yourself, Dubs. I did it multiple times so it means it doesn't hurt." Chaeyoung tried to assure but it didn't affect Dahyun.

"Do they have anesthesia at least?" The older asked, clasping her hands in hope that they might have it.

Chaeyoung laughs at her, "What are they? Doctors? Nurses? Dubu, we're just going to have our initials tattooed on our wrist. That's like three small letters!"

"Your whole name was already encrypted in my heart, Son Chaeyoung! We don't need that." Dahyun argued, huffing and puffing in annoyance.

"Oh.." The younger reacted, "That fluttered me. But! We're here so no turning back."

Chaeyoung parked her car near the small tattoo shop. She removed her belt and ready to get out but she saw Dahyun unmoving.

"Dubs, let's go." She urged her, unlocking the belt herself, and moved to her side to open the door for her. She rarely does that-- being a gentlewoman, she just did it now to make sure Dahyun will come out of the car.

"We'll go anywhere you want to go tomorrow as an exchange for agreeing to this. How's that sound?" Chaeyoung make a deal, she remembered that Dahyun always asks her to road trip or fly abroad and make memories rather than staying at home and focus on her arts, she said she should balance her life.