열애 (Devotion)
열애 (Devotion)
Tablo/Eunhyuk, Romance (tattoo!au; picture!fic), NC-17 (some language/borderline explicit sex/girls in undies), 4411 words, Archive
A/N: I wrote this to make me happy (in light of a lot of unhappy stuff). That it makes others happy too is a bonus. Inspired by everything that inspires blohyuk in me. Which is essentially, beauty itself. (Warning: girl!Hyuk)
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Eunhyuk grips the back of the chair and her cheeks smush into the face rest.
She bites her lip to keep from squirming at the scratchy sensation along her side. She's numbed to all of it after two and a half hours, but she doesn't know how much longer she can last before she crumples over and cries. The pain is more than she's used to feeling, voluntarily, and she has no clue why she agreed to this in the first place.
"We're almost done, hold on just a bit more. Hey, tell me more about your dog."
Or she does.
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Eunhyuk looks at the walls because she can't look at Heechul while she's basically being etched into by a needle.
"Bitch!" Heechul grunts, not very ladylike, as the artist shades the very elegant silhouette of a cat sitting proud on her shoulder blade.
The ceiling is very low, and it's dark save for dim wall lights and the one bright florescent lamp shining over Heechul's back. Eunhyuk's not the type of girl to go into sketchy, secretive storefronts that don't look like they're open, but Heechul insisted that she wanted a tattoo from the same place that Kangin got his.
Of course Heechul would want a tattoo, and of course she would get it illegally, and of course Heechul would get it at the same place that her gangster friend did.
And of course, Heechul would drag Eunhyuk with her for company when Siwon tells her that he doesn't approve of her course of action.
Why didn't she bring Donghae instead?
"Fuck! Are you trying to dig to the bone? I'm fucking delicate, dammit!" Heechul shouts, and Eunhyuk looks away again, sitting with her hands folded in her lap and fidgeting nervously with the edge of her dress. Dress, because Heechul had tricked her into thinking they were going out for a nice dinner, at a nice restaurant. Eunhyuk sighs.
"Are you here for your friend?" asks a man standing with his hands in his pockets. Eunhyuk stares up at him. He was milling around the counter with a magazine not five minutes ago.
"Yeah."
"She's... vocal," he says.
"... Yeah," she replies, watching with crinkled eyes as Heechul spews out another curse.
"Not your kind of hangout?" he quips, swinging his finger around. He smiles, and she breaks out in a cold sweat.
Did she look really out of place? Maybe she was dressed too plainly, but this guy was just in a white t-shirt with... black denim jeans. Scuffed here and there for texture. And his hair is a mess--
"No. No. Not really." Eunhyuk tries for nonchalant and flips through the binder on the end table beside her. It's full of designs and pictures of people showing off fresh ink on skin. Some of the tattoos seem very raw and she winces at the thought of the pain that those customers had gone through for them.
A hand comes out to stop hers. "Wait," the man says, leaning forward to point an intricately sketched flower. "I think that would look good on you."
The man smiles again and scoots her over to make room for him. He's careful not to touch. "See, right there? The branches could stretch over... maybe across your neck," he waves his hand behind his head, "Or you could curl this part around your shoulder, like--" and he traces a line over his own shoulder where the long and thin woody stems would fit.
It's a beautiful arrangement, Eunhyuk has to agree, but she's never been the type of girl to believe in pain for beauty's sake.
("Ugh. God, you couldn't have given me a fucking anesthetic!?")
"I..." An excuse, an excuse, an excu-- "My parents," Eunhyuk rushes the words and the man stares a little confused.
"I wouldn't--couldn't. If they saw me with a tattoo--"
"It would look nice on your side, too." The man stares a hole in her arm.
"What?"
He shakes his head and looks up. "I mean, if you don't want your parents to see, you could get it where they... won't. Not! that I'm saying you should or anything," he clears his throat with a choked cough, "Just... that it would look nice."
Eunhyuk can't say that she's ever seen a guy with an eyebrow piercing look nervous before, but she can't say she's actually seen a guy with an eyebrow piercing ever. Today was about experiencing new things.
"Like... where... do you mean?" she softly asks.
"Just..." he lifts his arm and smooths his shirt down, "Around here?" and when Eunhyuk still looks confused, he gently lifts her arm and outlines the air starting from her hip, "Like here. The thicker branch growing from here out to... here," near her shoulder blade, but not quite reaching, "And the blossom would go here," circling the area where her back meets her side, right under her ribs. His fingers follow a line up her ribcage, "And a finishing effect, the thinner branches could branch out right to under your--"
Eunhyuk blushes.
He chuckles, sheepish, pulling his hands back. "Well, it would stop. There."
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"There," Tablo says, a latex gloved thumb swiping over his last stroke. He backs up with a flourish. "Finished," he smiles.
A thankful breath escapes her, but it catches when she sees his eyes run over her exposed skin. Abundantly exposed with no bra to get in the way, and her shirt pulled over with arms threaded through, just so, to cover her chest.
She isn't used to being focused on.
If it were an artist rapt of his work, his art coincidentally on her body, that was one thing. She could at least tell herself that he was just pleased with his own work, that she wasn't being wanted. But for him to be lavishing attention on her with an open clear gaze, like he was seeing beyond the surface--like she was the art. That was completely another.
He looks up to her face, coughs and turns away like he caught himself doing something he shouldn't, and then grabs a hand mirror from the work table. "Here."
The etches of ink bloom an irritating reddish pink. That'll fade, but she thinks the achy mix of color adds character and secretly hopes it'll stay. A bit more proof of the courage she'd mustered together.
"Do you... like it?"
There is no question in the precise detailing, the exact picture of perfection now a part of her; after three excruciating sessions, she had to have liked it, but thankfully, it's not that she has to.
"It's beautiful," she says, softly, and smiles when Tablo gives her a proud grin.
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The sign says that the parlor is closed, but Eunhyuk can see Tablo through the glass door. He turns around when she walks in and her stomach flies to her throat at his laugh as he awkwardly fumbles around.
"Hey, right on time," he says. "No one else will be here 'til opening, so you can relax."
Eunhyuk nods and follows him to the backroom, placing her bag on the tattoo chair.
She's shaking a little, but thinks Tablo can't tell. Hopes. Just like when he stopped her the week before.
"Wait," Tablo says, right as she steps towards the door. "Can I--Is it all right if I take a picture? Of your tattoo. For my... portfolio."
"Oh... Sure. You mean right now, or--"
"No, I don't have my camera here. Today. But that's okay," he laughs, "Gives your ink time to heal, and it'll be more photogenic."
"O-Oh, so I should... make another appointment."
"Yes. That would be good," Tablo cocks his head almost flirtatiously, and she finds she can't refuse.
She is conscious of his stare, removing her sweater and placing it carefully among her things. "So... How...?" she asks, shyly taking off her shirt.
He's over at the work table one second, and the next, Eunhyuk doesn't even know how, he's right in front of her. His eyes are as wide as hers, she thinks, as scared as she is right now, but all of that goes to smoke when Tablo's lips move in to touch.
First, he presses gentle, like a test, and Eunhyuk can't even figure out how she's still breathing (and she isn't), but her heart is thumping out of her chest when he sucks on her lower lip. Her mind is only vaguely aware of him taking her shirt out of her hands and precariously tossing it towards the chair. His hands take hers and set them about his neck, then hold her waist, cautiously skirting his fingers around her tattoo. Lightly, he rubs up her back to work her shoulder blades, and her spine shivers.
A moan escapes her throat into Tablo's mouth and she emits a short gasp of surprise that doesn't stop him from coming in closer. Eunhyuk is small enough that there's not much obstructing her bare stomach from pushing up against Tablo's thin shirt, and when she does, he does more than moan. He growls and they crash into the wall. He's kissing her harder, grunting when her palms knead the nape of his neck and he nips at her collar. It stings as he takes her in, like he needs her to live.
Tablo marks a trail with his lips down to the tip of the thin branch across her ribcage and that's when he stops.
"Wait," he says, his breath harsh and ragged. "Hold on. Reall--really quick."
And Tablo darts out of the room like a flash.
Eunhyuk's back is plastered to the wall, but seeing everything, she feels so naked and brings her arms up to hug herself.
What am I doing? she thinks to herself, What is he doing! ... He... and she doesn't want to think. She just wants to feel, because when would she ever. Again. Like this.
Her heartbeat is still erratic like her breathing still coming out in shudders, and she turns and leans her head against the wall, trying to contain herself and pull her brain back into her head and not think about how he left her tingly and floaty and--
"Stay just like that!" he calls out from the door, but rushes to her side in no time at all, camera in hand.
Eunhyuk stays motionless, her palms sticking with sweat to the wall, biting her lip when Tablo kisses her from shoulder to neck.
"Stay... just like that," he whispers, and all that time she had to collect herself was for nothing because it's like a tornado has whirl winded her thoughts into an incoherent mess as he snaps photos at a flying shutter speed.
Eunhyuk holds her breath because she thinks she'll crumple to the ground otherwise.
The shutter clicks pause. Maybe Tablo notices her internal frenzy, setting aside his camera and coming up to fix her bra strap that had fallen off her shoulder, and Eunhyuk wonders what she must look like to him, all nervous adrenaline after being so easily trusting. Wonders if he'll just leave her like this. If he'll make her... again.
He turns her to face him and she can't look him in the eye. But she can hear him smile when he says, "That design. It was my first."
Her head comes up, eyes startled.
"I wasn't ever satisfied with it--Oh, no! Not like that, let me finish!" Tablo laughs awkwardly when Eunhyuk looks taken aback by the statement. "What I mean is... I wasn't satisfied with it, the way it was. But when you were flipping through the books and landed that page, I just..." He holds his hands to her stomach and back, almost framing the image on her. She feels like she's going to break under his gaze. "You made it perfect," he says, voice skittish. "That's so stupid to say, but..."
Eunhyuk can't do anything but let him move closer, and closer, and closer, unsure and uneasy and--Aren't they strangers? Sure, they had talked a lot, him trying to distract her from the millions of needles biting at her skin, her... just trying. The bridge of her nose is buzzing and the sensation travels to her cheeks when he hugs her from the side. He lays his cheek against her hair, and a quick rhythm thuds on her shoulder. Is that his heart or hers?
"I want to see you again."
His voice is low and gravelly, like he had only just woken up. Does he usually wake up this early, she wonders, or just today, just to see her?
Eunhyuk wants to find out.
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She makes coffee for him, tea for herself, and settles right on the floor far enough away that she wouldn't be distracting, and close enough to watch him finish his project. Close enough that he can turn and look at her if he wants.
The smile on her lips is a different one than the first time she came over to his apartment, timid yet bright, and fascinated with everything, wanting to soak in his aura or something, but still too self-conscious. All he had to do to put her at ease was pull her into his arms.
Tablo likes that about her; whatever she seems to do, she's always so transparent. To him.
Eunhyuk looks comfortable laying on her stomach, flipping through one of his old art books. His eyes sweep across her back to the edge of her short dress and he lingers at her picture perfect pale, bare thighs. It's not as if he's never touched them before, but his urge to pull her thighs around his hips is more than he should be focusing on at the moment. He can wait until he's done with work.
Her stocking covered legs sway back and forth like languorous pendulums as she turns the page and his camera is burning a hole in his desk.
Now this, this can't wait, and he picks it up and moves low on the ground.
"Are you working?" she laughs at him.
"Maybe?" he chuckles in reply. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
"Okay," she says and just complies, used to his compulsive shutter finger, and he smiles at that, wondering how he could ever go on without her, here, with him.
He stops his clicking and stares at her through his viewfinder.
Life without Eunhyuk. He can't imagine it at all.
"Hey, Hyukkie-yah."
She doesn't look like she would refuse him. Tablo hopes he's right.
"How would you like to move in with me?"
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3
Eunhyuk's life could be organized into two storage containers, five cardboard boxes, and one large suitcase. There's another box, but it doesn't fit into Kangin's pickup and he complains that he doesn't want to waste the gas. Heechul tells her with a scowl that if she wanted a full service "you could've asked your parents if only you hadn't been such a goody goody and told them about your tattoo."
("Just tell Siwon to pick it up for you," she snaps later.
Eunhyuk pretends she doesn't hear the crack in her voice and goes in for a hug.)
It isn't a lot, but to squeeze it into Tablo's apartment, spacious as it is, is a bit of a challenge. However, being herself, she gets the job done in all of six hours working nonstop, despite Tablo constantly attempting to get her to sit on the couch with him, or watch a movie, or "Hey, listen to this song!", or making her feel completely self-aware as he lays on the floor, staring at her.
("Keep going!"
"I can't when you're... staring at me..."
"... Should I touch you instead?"
"Seonwoong!")
The point is she's done for today and all freshly showered too. In the mirror, she clears the fog and smiles. This is the mirror that Tablo stands in front of every day, and she'll be using it too.
"How would you like to move in with me?" he'd asked. She was so shocked at that, so speechless that she just stared at him with big eyes until he gave her that stupid laugh.
"I-I was just... Wouldn't it be nice? ... You know. Just the two of us," Tablo had bumbled out. "... Rent would be cheaper."
They had both cracked up laughing at the looks on each others' faces at that. His expression was so insecure and yet so resolute, it was cute, and different from his usual plain determination. Coy, almost, and she gave him an ardent "Yes!", and nearly made him drop his camera trying to kiss him.
Eunhyuk chuffs a pleased laugh to herself as she turns to put on her pajamas, only to realize that... this shirt isn't hers, she frowns. But she can't very well go out naked lest she wants Tablo to think he's living with a nudist, or... a sex maniac, or something, so she threads her arms into the sleeves and only partly buttons it up since it's altogether too large for anyone to see anything anyway. And who's there to see except her boyfriend?
Her boyfriend that she lives with. And he's seen a lot already, so it wouldn't be a big deal. (And, she reasons, trying not to hyperventilate, just in case he does see, she's glad she chose her nice black panties with a bow at the side.)
She takes a deep breath and peeks out the door. Tablo is sitting right on the couch in sweatpants and a wife beater, waiting for her.
He stares as she steps towards him. "Is that my shirt?"
"Yes," she says, looking at herself. "I thought it was mine and... it wasn't."
Tablo sits up and scoots closer to her, very concentrated on her stomach; his hands part the fabric where it's unbuttoned to reveal her risque underwear, and she blushes.
"I didn't-wasn't planning anything. I--"
Tablo looks up at her and laughs, pulling her down.
She yelps as she falls on him and shrieks when he tries to tickle her sides while kissing her neck. "St-stop! Stop!" she cries between snorts and giggles. "Seonwoong!"
He stops and gently holds her on top of him. "If you didn't plan to do anything, you should probably change because I don't think I can sleep knowing you're dressed like this next to me," Tablo smirks.
"Okay," she says, quiet and a little mousy and simply content as she pushes to get off of him.
"But before you do," Tablo says, standing up with her. He wiggles suggestive eyebrows at her and his camera, tucks one side of the shirt behind her bow, and holds her arm behind her back. "Okay, stand just... right there," he commands, groping for his prized possession.
As he takes multiple shots of her mid-section, Eunhyuk wonders if he would ever not want to take pictures of her, and what it means if that happens. She hopes it doesn't. She likes watching him at work - or is it at play here? - likes watching him be engrossed in whatever he's doing, involved in his art.
She wonders if he'd ever let her take pictures of him. For a photographer, he doesn't have many self-portraits. Come to think of it, for a tattoo artist, he doesn't have that many tattoos.
From her angle of him, all Tablo's tattoos are clearly seen on his chest. There's two of them: One close to his heart, of a broken chrysalis hanging off a branch; and the other is a small butterfly delicately placed in the dip at the end his collarbone.
("Seonwoong?"
"Hm?"
"Why do you have this here?"
"This? Oh, it's my cocoon. I'm thinking of changing it."
"Why? To what?"
"To break out of it. And then add a butterfly right over here."
"Why?"
"Because you turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly.")
"Seonwoong?"
He lowers the camera.
"I... want you to turn me into a butterfly."
Tablo puts his camera down and smiles up at her, hugging her hips. "I haven't already?"
"Yes, but I mean," she holds his head at his ears, swiping a thumb at his brow piercing, staring firmly into his eyes, "Can I-Can you tattoo a butterfly on me. I mean."
"Oh," he replies, stunned, and after a moment, his voice is mild and his kiss low on her stomach sends a quiver between her thighs. "Yeah, I'd love to."
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Eunhyuk wakes up to find Tablo staring at her, camera in hand.
"Ngh, it's so early. What are you doing with that?" she croaks, peeking at the clock.
"What do you think?" he smirks, and focuses the camera for her face.
"No way, don't!" She reaches to take it from him and fails. "My hair, an-and I haven't even washed up yet!" she cries, and covers her face as he takes a few shots.
"C'mon!" he teases, trying to get her hand away from his camera. "Let me take just one. You can pretend to be asleep!"
"Seonwoong," Eunhyuk pouts.
Tablo sighs and places his camera at the bedside. She knows she's won when he sidles against her, trapping her arms between them. She watches his eyes, easily seeing him shove aside his shutter finger urges to, instead, slip those fingers under her shirt to stroke her back, and another hand into her underwear to cup her bottom. She places her thigh over his hip, letting them settle together like a matching lock and key.
Their kiss is slow, a soft press, then Eunhyuk nips at the corner of Tablo's mouth and Tablo moans. She feels his fingers squeezing her, and her legs are trembling. She wonders if he can feel the chills down her spine when her hand glides down his chest and stomach and...
She stops, anxiety and timidness coming over her. But Tablo keeps kissing her, keeps catching her jaw, gripping tighter, and rolls so that he's on top of her. She closes her eyes and lets out a gasp when he latches on to her neck and pushes her tank top up over her breasts, skimming her nipples. He moves down to nuzzle her chest while urging the shirt off of her.
The sound of rustling as it hits the floor is keen to her ears. And she whimpers, arching up for more of Tablo's lips against her skin.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, his body bearing down on hers, one hand caressing her side where he had made his permanent mark.
Eunhyuk's eyes flutter at his words and she can't control her breaths as her heart pounds its way out of her chest. She knows exactly what she wants now, hand sliding low between them and grasping Tablo under his boxers.
He chokes out a grunt. "Eunhyuk," he gasps, "You--" and he lets himself moan into her mouth and she feels the tremor of it on her lips, all the way to the back of her throat.
His grin is stiff as he lifts himself up, eyes shut as she rubs a slow wet circle at his tip, using him to move over the wet fabric sticking to her, and tries to guide him in.
"Ho-hold on," he groans, sliding down her body, puffing hot air along her skin and making her dizzy with every touch until he's level with her hips. Dizzy doesn't even begin to describe the sensation when he slides her underwear off and sets his lips where curls of hair start to burgeon, kissing downwards, pausing to lick her clit. He starts slow, letting her relish his tongue, anticipate it at her opening. Then his mouth quickens its ministrations, like a man desperate for water finally finding oasis.
"Seonwoong, Seonwoong, Seonwoong," she repeats unthinkingly, letting the undulation of his tongue carry her higher and higher until she sees a universe of stars flying full speed at her under the warmth of morning sunshine, fading in and out like beacons.
"Ungh--" Tablo pants gruffly, gasping for air as he traces a branch up her rib with his lips, kissing every inch of her all way the up to her mouth.
His fingers and cock nudge at her entrance and her thighs spread to fit around him, letting him come in, slowly, slowly, and he halts all movement halfway in. "Eunhyuk, y-you feel so good," he says.
To her, it's more like he feels so good and shouldn't be stopping. She thrusts her hips up to him. They both cry out at the same time, but the sound catches in her throat.
He's hugging her, squeezing her shoulders tight. She can't stop herself. Her body squeezes him back as she pulls him close enough to kiss his mouth, his neck, his butterfly tattoo, and he tenses, groaning as he comes inside her. It's a wave she's riding with him and neither of them relax until it's over.
Tablo lays kisses all across her cheeks, her jaw, her ear, and finally her lips, and they stay still.
Eunhyuk thinks they are a sight to see, feeling Tablo's boxers only halfway down his legs. She refuses to let him go, so he kicks them off the rest of the way while still inside her and rolls them so that she's above him, head resting on his shoulder.
She doesn't say anything, feeling him in her and the heat on her cheeks though they're already flush. The room temperature keeps climbing, she thinks. It's getting late, and the sun is getting higher. It doesn't help that the windows are closed, and it feels like almost lunch, according to her stomach, but Eunhyuk doesn't want to move, just wants to stay and let Tablo sweep slow circles at the small of her back with his fingers.
"I'd never use my camera again if you seduced me like this every morning," he mumbles into her hair.
His way of expressing himself without words. Something like that, he'd give something like that up, for her. But...
"I'd never seduce you again," she says suddenly, very awake, "If you ever stop doing what you love."
Eunhyuk buries her face in his neck before she can see his reaction, nuzzling her lips right at the crook of it when she feels Tablo shift under her. She lifts her head with wide eyes and the smirk on his face makes her blush all over again.
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Jen: *shakes the tree* moooar
(proceeds to send pics for me to impose blohyuk on)
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Kai: hiiiiiiing ;~;
(sends me pics of nekkidness)
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Thank you ♥
Tablo/Eunhyuk, Romance (tattoo!au; picture!fic), NC-17 (some language/borderline explicit sex/girls in undies), 4411 words, Archive
A/N: I wrote this to make me happy (in light of a lot of unhappy stuff). That it makes others happy too is a bonus. Inspired by everything that inspires blohyuk in me. Which is essentially, beauty itself. (Warning: girl!Hyuk)
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Eunhyuk grips the back of the chair and her cheeks smush into the face rest.
She bites her lip to keep from squirming at the scratchy sensation along her side. She's numbed to all of it after two and a half hours, but she doesn't know how much longer she can last before she crumples over and cries. The pain is more than she's used to feeling, voluntarily, and she has no clue why she agreed to this in the first place.
"We're almost done, hold on just a bit more. Hey, tell me more about your dog."
Or she does.
-
Eunhyuk looks at the walls because she can't look at Heechul while she's basically being etched into by a needle.
"Bitch!" Heechul grunts, not very ladylike, as the artist shades the very elegant silhouette of a cat sitting proud on her shoulder blade.
The ceiling is very low, and it's dark save for dim wall lights and the one bright florescent lamp shining over Heechul's back. Eunhyuk's not the type of girl to go into sketchy, secretive storefronts that don't look like they're open, but Heechul insisted that she wanted a tattoo from the same place that Kangin got his.
Of course Heechul would want a tattoo, and of course she would get it illegally, and of course Heechul would get it at the same place that her gangster friend did.
And of course, Heechul would drag Eunhyuk with her for company when Siwon tells her that he doesn't approve of her course of action.
Why didn't she bring Donghae instead?
"Fuck! Are you trying to dig to the bone? I'm fucking delicate, dammit!" Heechul shouts, and Eunhyuk looks away again, sitting with her hands folded in her lap and fidgeting nervously with the edge of her dress. Dress, because Heechul had tricked her into thinking they were going out for a nice dinner, at a nice restaurant. Eunhyuk sighs.
"Are you here for your friend?" asks a man standing with his hands in his pockets. Eunhyuk stares up at him. He was milling around the counter with a magazine not five minutes ago.
"Yeah."
"She's... vocal," he says.
"... Yeah," she replies, watching with crinkled eyes as Heechul spews out another curse.
"Not your kind of hangout?" he quips, swinging his finger around. He smiles, and she breaks out in a cold sweat.
Did she look really out of place? Maybe she was dressed too plainly, but this guy was just in a white t-shirt with... black denim jeans. Scuffed here and there for texture. And his hair is a mess--
"No. No. Not really." Eunhyuk tries for nonchalant and flips through the binder on the end table beside her. It's full of designs and pictures of people showing off fresh ink on skin. Some of the tattoos seem very raw and she winces at the thought of the pain that those customers had gone through for them.
A hand comes out to stop hers. "Wait," the man says, leaning forward to point an intricately sketched flower. "I think that would look good on you."
The man smiles again and scoots her over to make room for him. He's careful not to touch. "See, right there? The branches could stretch over... maybe across your neck," he waves his hand behind his head, "Or you could curl this part around your shoulder, like--" and he traces a line over his own shoulder where the long and thin woody stems would fit.
It's a beautiful arrangement, Eunhyuk has to agree, but she's never been the type of girl to believe in pain for beauty's sake.
("Ugh. God, you couldn't have given me a fucking anesthetic!?")
"I..." An excuse, an excuse, an excu-- "My parents," Eunhyuk rushes the words and the man stares a little confused.
"I wouldn't--couldn't. If they saw me with a tattoo--"
"It would look nice on your side, too." The man stares a hole in her arm.
"What?"
He shakes his head and looks up. "I mean, if you don't want your parents to see, you could get it where they... won't. Not! that I'm saying you should or anything," he clears his throat with a choked cough, "Just... that it would look nice."
Eunhyuk can't say that she's ever seen a guy with an eyebrow piercing look nervous before, but she can't say she's actually seen a guy with an eyebrow piercing ever. Today was about experiencing new things.
"Like... where... do you mean?" she softly asks.
"Just..." he lifts his arm and smooths his shirt down, "Around here?" and when Eunhyuk still looks confused, he gently lifts her arm and outlines the air starting from her hip, "Like here. The thicker branch growing from here out to... here," near her shoulder blade, but not quite reaching, "And the blossom would go here," circling the area where her back meets her side, right under her ribs. His fingers follow a line up her ribcage, "And a finishing effect, the thinner branches could branch out right to under your--"
Eunhyuk blushes.
He chuckles, sheepish, pulling his hands back. "Well, it would stop. There."
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"There," Tablo says, a latex gloved thumb swiping over his last stroke. He backs up with a flourish. "Finished," he smiles.
A thankful breath escapes her, but it catches when she sees his eyes run over her exposed skin. Abundantly exposed with no bra to get in the way, and her shirt pulled over with arms threaded through, just so, to cover her chest.
She isn't used to being focused on.
If it were an artist rapt of his work, his art coincidentally on her body, that was one thing. She could at least tell herself that he was just pleased with his own work, that she wasn't being wanted. But for him to be lavishing attention on her with an open clear gaze, like he was seeing beyond the surface--like she was the art. That was completely another.
He looks up to her face, coughs and turns away like he caught himself doing something he shouldn't, and then grabs a hand mirror from the work table. "Here."
The etches of ink bloom an irritating reddish pink. That'll fade, but she thinks the achy mix of color adds character and secretly hopes it'll stay. A bit more proof of the courage she'd mustered together.
"Do you... like it?"
There is no question in the precise detailing, the exact picture of perfection now a part of her; after three excruciating sessions, she had to have liked it, but thankfully, it's not that she has to.
"It's beautiful," she says, softly, and smiles when Tablo gives her a proud grin.
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1
The sign says that the parlor is closed, but Eunhyuk can see Tablo through the glass door. He turns around when she walks in and her stomach flies to her throat at his laugh as he awkwardly fumbles around.
"Hey, right on time," he says. "No one else will be here 'til opening, so you can relax."
Eunhyuk nods and follows him to the backroom, placing her bag on the tattoo chair.
She's shaking a little, but thinks Tablo can't tell. Hopes. Just like when he stopped her the week before.
"Wait," Tablo says, right as she steps towards the door. "Can I--Is it all right if I take a picture? Of your tattoo. For my... portfolio."
"Oh... Sure. You mean right now, or--"
"No, I don't have my camera here. Today. But that's okay," he laughs, "Gives your ink time to heal, and it'll be more photogenic."
"O-Oh, so I should... make another appointment."
"Yes. That would be good," Tablo cocks his head almost flirtatiously, and she finds she can't refuse.
She is conscious of his stare, removing her sweater and placing it carefully among her things. "So... How...?" she asks, shyly taking off her shirt.
He's over at the work table one second, and the next, Eunhyuk doesn't even know how, he's right in front of her. His eyes are as wide as hers, she thinks, as scared as she is right now, but all of that goes to smoke when Tablo's lips move in to touch.
First, he presses gentle, like a test, and Eunhyuk can't even figure out how she's still breathing (and she isn't), but her heart is thumping out of her chest when he sucks on her lower lip. Her mind is only vaguely aware of him taking her shirt out of her hands and precariously tossing it towards the chair. His hands take hers and set them about his neck, then hold her waist, cautiously skirting his fingers around her tattoo. Lightly, he rubs up her back to work her shoulder blades, and her spine shivers.
A moan escapes her throat into Tablo's mouth and she emits a short gasp of surprise that doesn't stop him from coming in closer. Eunhyuk is small enough that there's not much obstructing her bare stomach from pushing up against Tablo's thin shirt, and when she does, he does more than moan. He growls and they crash into the wall. He's kissing her harder, grunting when her palms knead the nape of his neck and he nips at her collar. It stings as he takes her in, like he needs her to live.
Tablo marks a trail with his lips down to the tip of the thin branch across her ribcage and that's when he stops.
"Wait," he says, his breath harsh and ragged. "Hold on. Reall--really quick."
And Tablo darts out of the room like a flash.
Eunhyuk's back is plastered to the wall, but seeing everything, she feels so naked and brings her arms up to hug herself.
What am I doing? she thinks to herself, What is he doing! ... He... and she doesn't want to think. She just wants to feel, because when would she ever. Again. Like this.
Her heartbeat is still erratic like her breathing still coming out in shudders, and she turns and leans her head against the wall, trying to contain herself and pull her brain back into her head and not think about how he left her tingly and floaty and--
"Stay just like that!" he calls out from the door, but rushes to her side in no time at all, camera in hand.
Eunhyuk stays motionless, her palms sticking with sweat to the wall, biting her lip when Tablo kisses her from shoulder to neck.
"Stay... just like that," he whispers, and all that time she had to collect herself was for nothing because it's like a tornado has whirl winded her thoughts into an incoherent mess as he snaps photos at a flying shutter speed.
Eunhyuk holds her breath because she thinks she'll crumple to the ground otherwise.
The shutter clicks pause. Maybe Tablo notices her internal frenzy, setting aside his camera and coming up to fix her bra strap that had fallen off her shoulder, and Eunhyuk wonders what she must look like to him, all nervous adrenaline after being so easily trusting. Wonders if he'll just leave her like this. If he'll make her... again.
He turns her to face him and she can't look him in the eye. But she can hear him smile when he says, "That design. It was my first."
Her head comes up, eyes startled.
"I wasn't ever satisfied with it--Oh, no! Not like that, let me finish!" Tablo laughs awkwardly when Eunhyuk looks taken aback by the statement. "What I mean is... I wasn't satisfied with it, the way it was. But when you were flipping through the books and landed that page, I just..." He holds his hands to her stomach and back, almost framing the image on her. She feels like she's going to break under his gaze. "You made it perfect," he says, voice skittish. "That's so stupid to say, but..."
Eunhyuk can't do anything but let him move closer, and closer, and closer, unsure and uneasy and--Aren't they strangers? Sure, they had talked a lot, him trying to distract her from the millions of needles biting at her skin, her... just trying. The bridge of her nose is buzzing and the sensation travels to her cheeks when he hugs her from the side. He lays his cheek against her hair, and a quick rhythm thuds on her shoulder. Is that his heart or hers?
"I want to see you again."
His voice is low and gravelly, like he had only just woken up. Does he usually wake up this early, she wonders, or just today, just to see her?
Eunhyuk wants to find out.
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2
She makes coffee for him, tea for herself, and settles right on the floor far enough away that she wouldn't be distracting, and close enough to watch him finish his project. Close enough that he can turn and look at her if he wants.
The smile on her lips is a different one than the first time she came over to his apartment, timid yet bright, and fascinated with everything, wanting to soak in his aura or something, but still too self-conscious. All he had to do to put her at ease was pull her into his arms.
Tablo likes that about her; whatever she seems to do, she's always so transparent. To him.
Eunhyuk looks comfortable laying on her stomach, flipping through one of his old art books. His eyes sweep across her back to the edge of her short dress and he lingers at her picture perfect pale, bare thighs. It's not as if he's never touched them before, but his urge to pull her thighs around his hips is more than he should be focusing on at the moment. He can wait until he's done with work.
Her stocking covered legs sway back and forth like languorous pendulums as she turns the page and his camera is burning a hole in his desk.
Now this, this can't wait, and he picks it up and moves low on the ground.
"Are you working?" she laughs at him.
"Maybe?" he chuckles in reply. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
"Okay," she says and just complies, used to his compulsive shutter finger, and he smiles at that, wondering how he could ever go on without her, here, with him.
He stops his clicking and stares at her through his viewfinder.
Life without Eunhyuk. He can't imagine it at all.
"Hey, Hyukkie-yah."
She doesn't look like she would refuse him. Tablo hopes he's right.
"How would you like to move in with me?"
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3
Eunhyuk's life could be organized into two storage containers, five cardboard boxes, and one large suitcase. There's another box, but it doesn't fit into Kangin's pickup and he complains that he doesn't want to waste the gas. Heechul tells her with a scowl that if she wanted a full service "you could've asked your parents if only you hadn't been such a goody goody and told them about your tattoo."
("Just tell Siwon to pick it up for you," she snaps later.
Eunhyuk pretends she doesn't hear the crack in her voice and goes in for a hug.)
It isn't a lot, but to squeeze it into Tablo's apartment, spacious as it is, is a bit of a challenge. However, being herself, she gets the job done in all of six hours working nonstop, despite Tablo constantly attempting to get her to sit on the couch with him, or watch a movie, or "Hey, listen to this song!", or making her feel completely self-aware as he lays on the floor, staring at her.
("Keep going!"
"I can't when you're... staring at me..."
"... Should I touch you instead?"
"Seonwoong!")
The point is she's done for today and all freshly showered too. In the mirror, she clears the fog and smiles. This is the mirror that Tablo stands in front of every day, and she'll be using it too.
"How would you like to move in with me?" he'd asked. She was so shocked at that, so speechless that she just stared at him with big eyes until he gave her that stupid laugh.
"I-I was just... Wouldn't it be nice? ... You know. Just the two of us," Tablo had bumbled out. "... Rent would be cheaper."
They had both cracked up laughing at the looks on each others' faces at that. His expression was so insecure and yet so resolute, it was cute, and different from his usual plain determination. Coy, almost, and she gave him an ardent "Yes!", and nearly made him drop his camera trying to kiss him.
Eunhyuk chuffs a pleased laugh to herself as she turns to put on her pajamas, only to realize that... this shirt isn't hers, she frowns. But she can't very well go out naked lest she wants Tablo to think he's living with a nudist, or... a sex maniac, or something, so she threads her arms into the sleeves and only partly buttons it up since it's altogether too large for anyone to see anything anyway. And who's there to see except her boyfriend?
Her boyfriend that she lives with. And he's seen a lot already, so it wouldn't be a big deal. (And, she reasons, trying not to hyperventilate, just in case he does see, she's glad she chose her nice black panties with a bow at the side.)
She takes a deep breath and peeks out the door. Tablo is sitting right on the couch in sweatpants and a wife beater, waiting for her.
He stares as she steps towards him. "Is that my shirt?"
"Yes," she says, looking at herself. "I thought it was mine and... it wasn't."
Tablo sits up and scoots closer to her, very concentrated on her stomach; his hands part the fabric where it's unbuttoned to reveal her risque underwear, and she blushes.
"I didn't-wasn't planning anything. I--"
Tablo looks up at her and laughs, pulling her down.
She yelps as she falls on him and shrieks when he tries to tickle her sides while kissing her neck. "St-stop! Stop!" she cries between snorts and giggles. "Seonwoong!"
He stops and gently holds her on top of him. "If you didn't plan to do anything, you should probably change because I don't think I can sleep knowing you're dressed like this next to me," Tablo smirks.
"Okay," she says, quiet and a little mousy and simply content as she pushes to get off of him.
"But before you do," Tablo says, standing up with her. He wiggles suggestive eyebrows at her and his camera, tucks one side of the shirt behind her bow, and holds her arm behind her back. "Okay, stand just... right there," he commands, groping for his prized possession.
As he takes multiple shots of her mid-section, Eunhyuk wonders if he would ever not want to take pictures of her, and what it means if that happens. She hopes it doesn't. She likes watching him at work - or is it at play here? - likes watching him be engrossed in whatever he's doing, involved in his art.
She wonders if he'd ever let her take pictures of him. For a photographer, he doesn't have many self-portraits. Come to think of it, for a tattoo artist, he doesn't have that many tattoos.
From her angle of him, all Tablo's tattoos are clearly seen on his chest. There's two of them: One close to his heart, of a broken chrysalis hanging off a branch; and the other is a small butterfly delicately placed in the dip at the end his collarbone.
("Seonwoong?"
"Hm?"
"Why do you have this here?"
"This? Oh, it's my cocoon. I'm thinking of changing it."
"Why? To what?"
"To break out of it. And then add a butterfly right over here."
"Why?"
"Because you turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly.")
"Seonwoong?"
He lowers the camera.
"I... want you to turn me into a butterfly."
Tablo puts his camera down and smiles up at her, hugging her hips. "I haven't already?"
"Yes, but I mean," she holds his head at his ears, swiping a thumb at his brow piercing, staring firmly into his eyes, "Can I-Can you tattoo a butterfly on me. I mean."
"Oh," he replies, stunned, and after a moment, his voice is mild and his kiss low on her stomach sends a quiver between her thighs. "Yeah, I'd love to."
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4
Eunhyuk wakes up to find Tablo staring at her, camera in hand.
"Ngh, it's so early. What are you doing with that?" she croaks, peeking at the clock.
"What do you think?" he smirks, and focuses the camera for her face.
"No way, don't!" She reaches to take it from him and fails. "My hair, an-and I haven't even washed up yet!" she cries, and covers her face as he takes a few shots.
"C'mon!" he teases, trying to get her hand away from his camera. "Let me take just one. You can pretend to be asleep!"
"Seonwoong," Eunhyuk pouts.
Tablo sighs and places his camera at the bedside. She knows she's won when he sidles against her, trapping her arms between them. She watches his eyes, easily seeing him shove aside his shutter finger urges to, instead, slip those fingers under her shirt to stroke her back, and another hand into her underwear to cup her bottom. She places her thigh over his hip, letting them settle together like a matching lock and key.
Their kiss is slow, a soft press, then Eunhyuk nips at the corner of Tablo's mouth and Tablo moans. She feels his fingers squeezing her, and her legs are trembling. She wonders if he can feel the chills down her spine when her hand glides down his chest and stomach and...
She stops, anxiety and timidness coming over her. But Tablo keeps kissing her, keeps catching her jaw, gripping tighter, and rolls so that he's on top of her. She closes her eyes and lets out a gasp when he latches on to her neck and pushes her tank top up over her breasts, skimming her nipples. He moves down to nuzzle her chest while urging the shirt off of her.
The sound of rustling as it hits the floor is keen to her ears. And she whimpers, arching up for more of Tablo's lips against her skin.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, his body bearing down on hers, one hand caressing her side where he had made his permanent mark.
Eunhyuk's eyes flutter at his words and she can't control her breaths as her heart pounds its way out of her chest. She knows exactly what she wants now, hand sliding low between them and grasping Tablo under his boxers.
He chokes out a grunt. "Eunhyuk," he gasps, "You--" and he lets himself moan into her mouth and she feels the tremor of it on her lips, all the way to the back of her throat.
His grin is stiff as he lifts himself up, eyes shut as she rubs a slow wet circle at his tip, using him to move over the wet fabric sticking to her, and tries to guide him in.
"Ho-hold on," he groans, sliding down her body, puffing hot air along her skin and making her dizzy with every touch until he's level with her hips. Dizzy doesn't even begin to describe the sensation when he slides her underwear off and sets his lips where curls of hair start to burgeon, kissing downwards, pausing to lick her clit. He starts slow, letting her relish his tongue, anticipate it at her opening. Then his mouth quickens its ministrations, like a man desperate for water finally finding oasis.
"Seonwoong, Seonwoong, Seonwoong," she repeats unthinkingly, letting the undulation of his tongue carry her higher and higher until she sees a universe of stars flying full speed at her under the warmth of morning sunshine, fading in and out like beacons.
"Ungh--" Tablo pants gruffly, gasping for air as he traces a branch up her rib with his lips, kissing every inch of her all way the up to her mouth.
His fingers and cock nudge at her entrance and her thighs spread to fit around him, letting him come in, slowly, slowly, and he halts all movement halfway in. "Eunhyuk, y-you feel so good," he says.
To her, it's more like he feels so good and shouldn't be stopping. She thrusts her hips up to him. They both cry out at the same time, but the sound catches in her throat.
He's hugging her, squeezing her shoulders tight. She can't stop herself. Her body squeezes him back as she pulls him close enough to kiss his mouth, his neck, his butterfly tattoo, and he tenses, groaning as he comes inside her. It's a wave she's riding with him and neither of them relax until it's over.
Tablo lays kisses all across her cheeks, her jaw, her ear, and finally her lips, and they stay still.
Eunhyuk thinks they are a sight to see, feeling Tablo's boxers only halfway down his legs. She refuses to let him go, so he kicks them off the rest of the way while still inside her and rolls them so that she's above him, head resting on his shoulder.
She doesn't say anything, feeling him in her and the heat on her cheeks though they're already flush. The room temperature keeps climbing, she thinks. It's getting late, and the sun is getting higher. It doesn't help that the windows are closed, and it feels like almost lunch, according to her stomach, but Eunhyuk doesn't want to move, just wants to stay and let Tablo sweep slow circles at the small of her back with his fingers.
"I'd never use my camera again if you seduced me like this every morning," he mumbles into her hair.
His way of expressing himself without words. Something like that, he'd give something like that up, for her. But...
"I'd never seduce you again," she says suddenly, very awake, "If you ever stop doing what you love."
Eunhyuk buries her face in his neck before she can see his reaction, nuzzling her lips right at the crook of it when she feels Tablo shift under her. She lifts her head with wide eyes and the smirk on his face makes her blush all over again.
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Jen: *shakes the tree* moooar
(proceeds to send pics for me to impose blohyuk on)
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Kai: hiiiiiiing ;~;
(sends me pics of nekkidness)
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Thank you ♥