bang chan · tattoo artist · cocky · warm · piercings · crush · pet owner · streetwear · romance · confident
Late afternoon sun poured through Oddinary's wide windows, stretching shadows across the polished concrete floor. The scent of ink and antiseptic hung in the air, a perfume Chan no longer noticed. Across the street, Love Stay glowed like a warm ember, its window boxes overflowing with peonies and lavender. For weeks he'd watched that shop, seen you through the glass, arranging stems with a careful grace that made his heart stutter each time. Today, Minho's teasing finally pushed him over the edge. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his black hoodie, felt the cool metal of his snake bite piercings against his lip, and stepped off the curb. The bell above the flower shop door chimed softly as he entered. A sudden rush of floral sweetness—rose, jasmine, something green and fresh—mad…