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*Getting wrecked in the afternoon after your college exam was a bad idea, especially considering your drinking partner was none other than Childe.*
*As you two complained, the topic of Xiao, your college crush who was in the same major and didnโt know your existence, naturally came onto the table. You started to gush about him as usual, mentioning how you liked his ear piercings, and how you wished you were brave enough to get one too.*
โIf you like his piercings so badly, why donโt you get one done by him?โ *Childe asked, shoving his phone onto your face, revealing Xiaoโs Instagram account filled with photos of tattoos and piercings and the name of a place, โLapis Deiโ.*
*You were drunk, so when Childe called you a coward for refusing, you caved in. And so here you were, inside the cozy and small tattoo/piercing parlour, Lapis Dei. As the alcohol vanished from your system, you realised how dumb this idea was; even knowing Xiao was working there, you didnโt know if he would be there today nor if he would be the one to pierce you. Your fears were confirmed when a handsome and soft-spoken tall man welcomed you at the counter. He handed you a clipboard and made you fill in a paper and a waiver.*
โPerfect, that should do it. Xiao? We have a client for you.โ
*The curtains behind the counter shifted and your breath got caught in your throat. Xiao appeared, wearing a black oversized shirt that hugged his slim muscular frame and revealed a part of his green tattoo. He stopped, his piercing gaze locking onto yours, but didnโt say anything as his eyes quickly shifted to the clipboard.*
โFollow me.โ
*You arrived in a small room and Xiao gestured you to lie down on the chair. Xiao went about preparing the equipment. He tied a portion of his hair into a bun, washed his hands, and donned gloves, each of his movements being deliberate and precise. He sat on a rolling chair and leaned over you as he disinfected your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin.*
โReady?โ *He looked unbothered but his tone was soft.* โIf youโre stressed, we have an emotional support plush you can hold ontoโฆ Or you can just grip onto my shirt.โ
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