Tattooist -2
Title: Tattooist - Chapter 2
Author: ringdingdong_jy
Pairing: jongkey
Rating: PG-13 (might end up nc-17?)
Status: 2/?
Genre: Romance
Summary: Jonghyun's working as a tattooist, and he's convinced his new client would ask for a gay little unicorn or a Care Bear, and when a fucking sexy high schooler walks into the tattoo parlour, all hell breaks lose.
For : key_toyourheart
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Jonghyun tightened his grip on his tattoo machine as he willed his hand to stop jerking uncontrollably. He was pretty sure he looked worser than a gulping goldfish out of water, eyes bulging and flipping and flapping on land, or whatever a dying goldfish can possibly do. Never in six years of him being a professional tattoo artist (he wasn't really sure if he was being professional right now, but then again if customers like this were going to visit his tattoo parlour everyday, professionalism could then go to hell) had he reacted this way - it seemed that all his blood including those in his hands are heading rapidly down south by itself towards his groin, which was definitely not helping his case right now.
Jonghyun managed to somewhat convince himself that the reason why he was in this predicament, with a growing erection down his pants, was that he had actually been fantasizing about some hot FHM girl wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy bikini, running along the beach with her huge tits bouncing around and giving him sex eyes.
Ok. Kim Jonghyun. You need to control yourself. Think of non-sexy stuff.
Like that time how his grandma had actually laughed so hard that her dentures fell out and landed perfectly inside his soup and he could see food particles floating around his soup.
Or his male math teacher who was 56 year old wore such baggy pants that the next day the whole school knew he was wearing bright red lacy thongs which could barely cover anything, The mental image scared him for a week straight and till now, math homework never fails to make him cringe.
Or how one day he went home only to find his favourite strawberry shortcake plushie drenched and soaking wet in some unknown liquid, but ignored it, and hugged it to sleep just like his usual routine. And he only freaked out when he next day, he came home again only to find his second favourite powerpuff girl plushie being peed on by his pet dog Roo, and he realised that both plushies actually smelt the same. Jonghyun never took a shower repeatedly for so many times in his life until that day.
And then a nonchalent voice broke him out from his trance.
"Uh, are you actually going to give me a tattoo? Or are you gonna just keep on staring at me and let your fucking erection grow?"
Holy fuck. It seems like dentures, perverted old men and the thought of dog pee are not working as well as he had thought.
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As Kibum watched the tattoist's hands tremble more and more without getting any closer to his waist, but instead his dick increasing in size, he began to congratulate himself on his wonderful choice and decision.
And he began to remind himself that a word called sacarsm existed.
"Uh, are you actually going to give me a tattoo? Or are you gonna just keep on staring at me and let your fucking erection grow?"
"Uhh, sorry."
"Do you seriously only know two words?"
"Uhh, no."
"..."
"..."
"Forget it. Get on with the damned tattoo please."
"Uhh, okay."
Kibum reconsidered his plan of flinging himself at the nearest wall, because right now he would rather fling that Jonghyun guy at the nearest wall.
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And surprisingly, the whole tattoo did not turn out as bad as Kibum thought it would be. The moment the needle went into contact with his skin, he was surprised it barely stung. It could be compared to a hot scratchy feeling and at some parts of his waist, it felt a continuous pricking. (And in reference to his dear friend Onew again, he believed Onew would definitely but stupidly describe it as a bee sticking its ass into your flesh and then dragging its butt along your skin. But then, Kibum could not really actually see the difference.)
But once the tattoo was done, and Kibum forced himself to peal his eyelids open (he was pretty sure his un-waterproof eyeliner was going to be smudged pretty badly because at some point of time, he was certain tears came out as he tried comforting himself it was not going to be screwed up ) in front of the mirror, all that went through his mind was oh my fucking gosh.
Fuck, holy fuck. Not because his eyeliner was smudged.
But because the tattoo was just freaking amazing. The tattoo was intricately designed, and every detail was right on point. The colours flowed beautifully and it was almost like a water colour painting on his waist. The shadowing effects of the locket against his skin and how the ribbon seem to flow perfectly down, wound around the key, it was simply stunning.
"Wow, i mean, what have you been hiding all this time!" Key exclaimed as he pulled up his school pants. Had he known Jonghyun was this talented, he would have made a appointment the the tattoo parlour was opened.
"My dick?" And Jonghyun's hands flew to his own mouth.
Oops.
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"Seriously, Onew. Stop eating your damned chicken and listen to me!" Kibum rolled his eyes as he tried to ignore the itching sensation around his waist area. It was a bad idea to get tattooed in the middle of the school year, but then again, no one warned him about the consequences of getting a tattoo.
"Mmph." Onew could care less as he stuffed another piece of chicken into his mouth.
"He's like a complete retard with only a two word vocabulary, and he looks like a constipated dinosaur when he actually had this hard on looking at me. I guess he's one of those overgrown teenagers with too much hormones. Combined with maybe a perverted 60 year old man. But damn! You got to see the tattoo he did for me."
"Screwed up huh? Like burnt chicken." Onew said repulsively as he stared at the piece of burnt chicken in his hand.
"No! It was fucking gorgeous. But then again, the look of satisfaction on his face was kind of cute."
"..."
"And he resembles something like a adorable puppy..."
"According to your first description, I thought he would resemble something like a chicken that is going to be made into KFC, you know." Onew half heartedly sang as he tried to make up his mind between eating that burnt piece of chicken or throwing it into the 'Evil Bin of Rejected Chicken'.
"He has nice puppy eyes too you know. I think I won't mind seeing him again." Kibum played with the Strawberry Shortcake keychain hung on his cellphone, as he sighed. "I think I may be attracted to that tattoist." He pursed his lips and shifted his attention to Onew.
"Just go back and ask for another tattoo then." Onew shrugged his shoulders, but earned the death glare from Key instead.
"Seriously. This tattoo is itching the hell out of me already. Am I suppoesd to turn into Kat Von fucking whatever D just to see him again?" Key rolled his eyes once again. Rolling your eyes, could never get old.
But then again, getting another tattoo was actually not a bad idea.
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A/N : Firstly, i need to say I love you all readers and commentors <3 I actually for the first time had 20 over people commenting, and nothing could express how touched I am :D I understand again that this chapter may not actually live up to some of your expectations, because I think I used up too much of everything in the first chapter, but I am trying very hard to make this likable, and I hope you like it :D
Please comment too <3 (: once again, even a one word comment would make me really happy! (:
Author: ringdingdong_jy
Pairing: jongkey
Rating: PG-13 (might end up nc-17?)
Status: 2/?
Genre: Romance
Summary: Jonghyun's working as a tattooist, and he's convinced his new client would ask for a gay little unicorn or a Care Bear, and when a fucking sexy high schooler walks into the tattoo parlour, all hell breaks lose.
For : key_toyourheart
Φ
Jonghyun tightened his grip on his tattoo machine as he willed his hand to stop jerking uncontrollably. He was pretty sure he looked worser than a gulping goldfish out of water, eyes bulging and flipping and flapping on land, or whatever a dying goldfish can possibly do. Never in six years of him being a professional tattoo artist (he wasn't really sure if he was being professional right now, but then again if customers like this were going to visit his tattoo parlour everyday, professionalism could then go to hell) had he reacted this way - it seemed that all his blood including those in his hands are heading rapidly down south by itself towards his groin, which was definitely not helping his case right now.
Jonghyun managed to somewhat convince himself that the reason why he was in this predicament, with a growing erection down his pants, was that he had actually been fantasizing about some hot FHM girl wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy bikini, running along the beach with her huge tits bouncing around and giving him sex eyes.
Ok. Kim Jonghyun. You need to control yourself. Think of non-sexy stuff.
Like that time how his grandma had actually laughed so hard that her dentures fell out and landed perfectly inside his soup and he could see food particles floating around his soup.
Or his male math teacher who was 56 year old wore such baggy pants that the next day the whole school knew he was wearing bright red lacy thongs which could barely cover anything, The mental image scared him for a week straight and till now, math homework never fails to make him cringe.
Or how one day he went home only to find his favourite strawberry shortcake plushie drenched and soaking wet in some unknown liquid, but ignored it, and hugged it to sleep just like his usual routine. And he only freaked out when he next day, he came home again only to find his second favourite powerpuff girl plushie being peed on by his pet dog Roo, and he realised that both plushies actually smelt the same. Jonghyun never took a shower repeatedly for so many times in his life until that day.
And then a nonchalent voice broke him out from his trance.
"Uh, are you actually going to give me a tattoo? Or are you gonna just keep on staring at me and let your fucking erection grow?"
Holy fuck. It seems like dentures, perverted old men and the thought of dog pee are not working as well as he had thought.
Φ
As Kibum watched the tattoist's hands tremble more and more without getting any closer to his waist, but instead his dick increasing in size, he began to congratulate himself on his wonderful choice and decision.
And he began to remind himself that a word called sacarsm existed.
"Uh, are you actually going to give me a tattoo? Or are you gonna just keep on staring at me and let your fucking erection grow?"
"Uhh, sorry."
"Do you seriously only know two words?"
"Uhh, no."
"..."
"..."
"Forget it. Get on with the damned tattoo please."
"Uhh, okay."
Kibum reconsidered his plan of flinging himself at the nearest wall, because right now he would rather fling that Jonghyun guy at the nearest wall.
Φ
And surprisingly, the whole tattoo did not turn out as bad as Kibum thought it would be. The moment the needle went into contact with his skin, he was surprised it barely stung. It could be compared to a hot scratchy feeling and at some parts of his waist, it felt a continuous pricking. (And in reference to his dear friend Onew again, he believed Onew would definitely but stupidly describe it as a bee sticking its ass into your flesh and then dragging its butt along your skin. But then, Kibum could not really actually see the difference.)
But once the tattoo was done, and Kibum forced himself to peal his eyelids open (he was pretty sure his un-waterproof eyeliner was going to be smudged pretty badly because at some point of time, he was certain tears came out as he tried comforting himself it was not going to be screwed up ) in front of the mirror, all that went through his mind was oh my fucking gosh.
Fuck, holy fuck. Not because his eyeliner was smudged.
But because the tattoo was just freaking amazing. The tattoo was intricately designed, and every detail was right on point. The colours flowed beautifully and it was almost like a water colour painting on his waist. The shadowing effects of the locket against his skin and how the ribbon seem to flow perfectly down, wound around the key, it was simply stunning.
"Wow, i mean, what have you been hiding all this time!" Key exclaimed as he pulled up his school pants. Had he known Jonghyun was this talented, he would have made a appointment the the tattoo parlour was opened.
"My dick?" And Jonghyun's hands flew to his own mouth.
Oops.
Φ
"Seriously, Onew. Stop eating your damned chicken and listen to me!" Kibum rolled his eyes as he tried to ignore the itching sensation around his waist area. It was a bad idea to get tattooed in the middle of the school year, but then again, no one warned him about the consequences of getting a tattoo.
"Mmph." Onew could care less as he stuffed another piece of chicken into his mouth.
"He's like a complete retard with only a two word vocabulary, and he looks like a constipated dinosaur when he actually had this hard on looking at me. I guess he's one of those overgrown teenagers with too much hormones. Combined with maybe a perverted 60 year old man. But damn! You got to see the tattoo he did for me."
"Screwed up huh? Like burnt chicken." Onew said repulsively as he stared at the piece of burnt chicken in his hand.
"No! It was fucking gorgeous. But then again, the look of satisfaction on his face was kind of cute."
"..."
"And he resembles something like a adorable puppy..."
"According to your first description, I thought he would resemble something like a chicken that is going to be made into KFC, you know." Onew half heartedly sang as he tried to make up his mind between eating that burnt piece of chicken or throwing it into the 'Evil Bin of Rejected Chicken'.
"He has nice puppy eyes too you know. I think I won't mind seeing him again." Kibum played with the Strawberry Shortcake keychain hung on his cellphone, as he sighed. "I think I may be attracted to that tattoist." He pursed his lips and shifted his attention to Onew.
"Just go back and ask for another tattoo then." Onew shrugged his shoulders, but earned the death glare from Key instead.
"Seriously. This tattoo is itching the hell out of me already. Am I suppoesd to turn into Kat Von fucking whatever D just to see him again?" Key rolled his eyes once again. Rolling your eyes, could never get old.
But then again, getting another tattoo was actually not a bad idea.
Φ
A/N : Firstly, i need to say I love you all readers and commentors <3 I actually for the first time had 20 over people commenting, and nothing could express how touched I am :D I understand again that this chapter may not actually live up to some of your expectations, because I think I used up too much of everything in the first chapter, but I am trying very hard to make this likable, and I hope you like it :D
Please comment too <3 (: once again, even a one word comment would make me really happy! (: