Hongjoong Tattoo Novels & Stories

Jisoo mocked. "Hey, they're not ugly." "Exactly, they're horrible," Jisoo said, laughing, and Katherina pretended to be offended. "It's the tattoo I'm going to do on Jay Park's back," Katherina sang, and Jisoo looked surprised. "I don't believe you! Jay Park... Oh God!" Jisoo exclaimed, moving her arms in excitement. "When is he coming?" "I don't know...," Katherina shrugged. "I think..."

Finally, I had second brother and treated him like my own brother, he said with joy. Atty. Nicdao, Mr. Jones and I, are best friends since then. One time, Mr. Jones invited us in a tattoo shop and said, "As a sign of our strong friendships, let's put a tattoo on our pulse." We went to the tattoo shop and followed Mr. Jones, the tattoo maker asked what sign we want to be painted in our pulse, Atty. Nicdao suggested an infinity sign. So, we agreed. I told them to put it on my left hand because I'm left-handed, they wanted to make it uniform so, they asked the tattoo maker to make the tattoo on their left hand too, he said reminiscing those days, he smiled. "I missed them"

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

"It's just needles, Cheryl." "Yeah, absolutely not. I have a phobia of needles," I said, gripping my arm. "It won’t hurt that much, I promise. You’ll barely feel it," she assured me. After a ridiculous amount of back and forth, I finally decided to face my fears. I held onto Anna for dear life through the hardest thirty minutes of my existence while the tattoo artist inked Miles Jun-ho Han onto my skin, right above my ribs, with a small purple butterfly beside it—a symbol of how he made me feel.

"Welcome to Silverio Stones, Kairo," said a man who looks like any Korean idol with his prominent Asian feature and two blocks with bangs hairstyle, even his black turtle neck and gray trousers plus a dainty Christian Dior chains scream nothing but kpop idol culture. His set of deep dimples made him the charming and cute type of handsome rather than the sexually appealing type of handsome.

Hanzo nods his head before taking my hand in his then gets up and pulls me to the bathroom. “Thank you, once I rinse the blood off you can take a bath if you would like. I can leave you to relax or help you with your hair and keep you company,” Hanzo drops his blanket and walks into the shower and starts the water. I can’t help my eyes wandering over his back tattoo of a samurai with an orange and red koi fish, waves, and various flowers. His tattoos create a full suit covering his entire torso moving down his butt and the backs of his thighs.

Just a small anticipating smile on his pretty face. Min-a pushed a strand of hair out of his face as he watched Seung-ho remove the wine bottle wrap and pop out the cork, then placed it gently on the table. He noticed that Seung-ho had taken off his blazer, revealing the armless net shirt he wore inside. Min-a began to analyze the tattoos on Seung-ho’s body. His chest had a huge animated sun right in the center. He also had a phrase written in Korean vertically on the side of his neck. “Asian glitter”

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

I start as we continue jogging. "I'm a lot that you don't know." "I'm sure of that." We turn back and jog our way to one of the exits of the park. "Oh, that reminds me," he picks the bottom edge of his jersey to wipe the sweat from his forehead, revealing his abdomen. Dark ink swirls on the chiseled skin, forming the pattern of a dragon along his sides. The tattoo glistens under his sweating skin, earning a bob of my throat. My stomach dances and flutters in a way that makes me want to run away and hide just by looking at his body.

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.