⤐ tattoo parlor.

@❛ seonghwa park it's so ironic that it's almost comical. people tend to think that he's some kind of... pure and innocent little flower that can not, and will not, ever be tainted. that he's almost too good for this world. too kind, to gentle, too compassionate. they say that the world nowadays is dark, cold, and full of violence and secrets - and felix has this certain kind of grace to him that people want to protect and keep securely guarded. the idea of him having piercings or tattoos seemed almost taboo, foreign and absolutely preposterous, and if only they knew. if only.

he loved the way the brush and beauty blender helped him sculpt a new face, high-lighting the stark freckles dotting along his face like a constellation of stars; how the hues of color on his eyelids would help bring out the crystal clear blue irises of his, or how the sparkles he'd add would give almost a pixie effect. felix loved his ear-rings; loved the ones that dangle and shine when the lights hit them just right. he especially loved his very first piercing; right on his belly button. he also loved the way silk lace would feel against his skin - but that's a whole 'nother ballgame.

point is: felix may be a and all but he ain't no saint, and the bell ringing above his head while he enters a tattoo parlor to get his very first ink only proves it.

"hello," he greets lightly, calling out to the male behind the counter typing away on some computer. "my name is felix. i'm here for a tattoo appointment at 3:30. sorry i'm a little later - there was a car accident on the main road so there was a lot of traffic. i'll pay a little extra as an apology, but i hope my appointment is still intact?"