(maybe it means something.. don’t you wanna find out his story?)

being a tattoo artist meant you heard many people’s stories. many. and some less normal than the others. aside from casual stuff, like getting tattooed a quote or a symbol they like, people wanted faces of people, oddly specific words in oddly specific places, like minho

minho was so obsessed with his ex. but he refused to say his name. he refused to even speak much. sat down on the chair and took his shirt off like he was told, a few scars on his chest and back

“tattoo our initials. m and c. right here” he pointed to his collarbone and looked up at you with an unsettling look “he loved my collarbones”