Yoongi was looking around the tattoo shop.
It was late in the evening and a few beers and a lost bet last weekend ago caused his visit in that darkly furnitured shop.
The tattoo artist and owner of the shop was standing behind a counter and noted a few things, Yoongi scammed through the pictures on the wall. Paintings of several samples and photos of former costumers who proudly showed off their newest tattoos were all over glued or framed.
“We are closing in a few minutes”
Yoongi turned around and looked at the tattoo artist. He looked at the brunette and came out from behind the counter.
The artist smiled at him so the snake bites around his lips curled.
“You can either leave now or you can tell me if you have decided to get something”
Yoongi hesitated before he turned fully to him and began to talk.
“Well, I, uhm … I guess … I don’t know if I decided yet”
“To get one or which one?”
“Which one” Yoongi gnawed on his lip and took his gaze away from the black-haired male. Yoongi could see his arms were fully inked as the male crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“You are looking for two hours”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“You came here” the male looked at his watch. “At six o’clock. Now it’s a few minutes before eight o’clock. Since then you are scamming through the pictures”
“Why do you know when I came here?”
The tattoo artist smiled. “You came here with me. You held the door open for me. It was when my shift began”
“Oh” Yoongi said and played with the hem of his sleeve.
“Well, I guess I still am undecided … Even if I … well”
The black-haired male smiled. “Even if you?”
“Well” Yoongi turned around and pointed at one painting.
“This one”
The artist looked at it and nodded. “What is with it?”
“This is nice … even if I don’t understand it”
The male chuckled and gently shoved Yoongi away. He reached out to get the framed painting from the wall and held it in his hands.
“I made it myself. Do you like it?”
Yoongi nodded.
“I don’t know … I can imagine about getting this. Is it a quote?”
“No. I made it myself”
“What does it mean?”
The male pointed at a chair.
“Sit down”
Yoongi went over to the offered seat and let himself fall onto it. The artist took another stool and sat onto it.
“First of all, how shall I call you?”
The boy hesitated. “Yoongi … My name’s Yoongi. And you?”
“I’m Hoseok, I am the owner of this place. So, Yoongi”
He began and handed the overwhelmed boy the painting.
“Fall in love so you won’t fall down” Hoseok read out loud what was standing on the painting. Tendrils trailed around the letters, a few with and a few without thorns.
“Yeah” Yoongi nodded and looked at the other. “How can I unde