| Tiara's point of view
The demanding tone of his voice took you slightly aback, but you assumed he was just flirting, well, an odd way of flirting.
"I like the sound of it," you giggled, loving the aura that surrounded him.
What a naive girl.
"Tst," he jokingly scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You sure do," he said, a hint of sarcasm present in his tone.
"You're gonna reach new undiscovered heights tonight, so don't freak out, we're just getting started," he smirked, the veins on his hand becoming more visible as he tightened his grip on your thigh.
You nodded your head, excitement overflowing you. What was he doing to your body and mind?
Before you could say anything else, he stepped harder onto the gas pedal, the car practically flying with the speed of light.
The harder he stepped onto the gas pedal, the harder he squeezed your exposed thigh, and you couldn't lie, you loved the feeling of having his hand on you.
You didn't know where he was rushing to, but you didn't bother to ask. You enjoyed the priceless moment with him, the butterflies in your stomach exposing the cruel truth to you: drunk or not, this man was making you feel things.
Things you might regret feeling later.
As moments passed by and the burning sensation in your heart had never stopped increasing, the car came to a stop, right in front of what seemed a very expensive and popular tattoo shop.
"A tattoo shop?" yo7 questioned, eyeing the building. "I've never been to one,"
"That's why I told you earlier you'll reach new heights tonight, angel," he had a smug smile tugging at his lips as he was inching closer to your face, his lips centimeters away from yours.
"What do y-" you tried saying but was cut off by him pressing his thumb onto your plump lips.
"You've no idea how much I wanna kiss those sweet lips of yours, but now we gotta do something else," he whispered in a husky tone, his thumb caressing your bottom lip in a teasing manner.
"In front of us is a tattoo shop, and guess what we're gonna do there?" he asked you, your eyes wandering between his lips and eyes.
"Buy some temporary tattoo stickers?" you gently scratched the back of your head, not completely understanding what was going on or what he was planning to do there, with you, or.. to you.
"Ah angel, wrong," he lowly chuckled, amazed by my natural sweetness. "You'll find out the right answer in a few moments," as he let these words slip smoothly out of his mouth, he stepped out of the car, walking over to your side before opening the door like a gentleman would, holding his hand out for you to hold.
You gladly accepted it, smiling softly at his act of gentleness.
You both walked into the tattoo shop, an unfamiliar atmosphere engulfing the lobby. Sketches of tattoos were hung on the dark walls, making the spacious room give off creepy museum-like vibes.
This type of shops wasn't made for you.
A man who was standing behind the counter greeted the both of you, a surprised frown plastered on his face.
"Jung-" before the man could continue his words, the man next to you stopped him, not wanting to let him say his name out loud.
What was he so cautious for?
"I have a guest," the man next to you spoke, referring to you. "Is JB free right now?" he asked the other man, wanting the best tattoo artist to be the one who's going to engrave it into your skin.
"I'll go check, but I'm sure he'll make some time for our number one client," the man smiled and with a fast pace he made his way towards JB's room.
"Number one client? Do you come here often?" that was the first question that popped up in your mind, it being followed by more and more questions.
"Yes, this is the only tattoo shop I go to," he answered, his hand holding yours tightly.
And only then you could spy a hint of ink on the nape of his neck. Something that was similar with maybe.. a dark red flower? A flower that was not so common in the flower shops you rarely visited.
"How did you know I've always wanted to get a tattoo but never had the courage to do so?" you curiously asked, your mind being way too intoxicated with alcohol for you to be able to realize what you were on the verge of doing.
"I promised you I'll make this night unforgettable, didn't I angel?" he huskily whispered, his lips inches away from yours.
And before he could do what he has so much desired, the man from earlier walked in.
"The artist is waiting for you!" he announced, you both following him out of the lobby and into a long hallway that seemed to be where the artists' rooms were.
Heck yes, you werr going to regret it, but in those moments, getting a tattoo felt right. Kissing him felt right. Being carefree, for once, felt right. It all felt right with him.
But will that feeling last? Or is it going to vanish away the moment you'll get sober?
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Paid Blood | JJK
Romance"He is a killer!" "I don't believe you" "Then you'll have to see it with your own fucking eyes!" And that was when your world collapsed. × kth.
