❝ i'm happy you don't see me as some lowlife-outcast. ❞
❝ i wish all us other socs could see you for who you really are, and not just for your money status. ❞
❝ i wish all socs were like you, choi miso. ❞
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𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗼...
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A BATED BREATH PASSED MISO'S PINK PAINTED LIPS AS SHE WALKED DOWN THE SIDEWALK OF THE SOUTH SIDE.
It was no doubt that Choi Miso stood out amongst the crowds of South Siders.
The knee length, mint green skirt and white cardigan that hugged Miso's body, and the white socks that reached her calves and a pair of slip on crème shoes was completely opposite to the South Siders leather jackets, denim jeans and high top converse.
She couldn't help but feel self conscious due to the glares and catcalls she received as she walked by them and to the tattoo parlor.
The bell above the door rang loudly, and Miso's eyes danced around the room, moving from one object to the next.
There were tons of tattoo ideas spread across the walls, and the dark red leather seats that were placed in the corner of the room were empty. There was a jukebox beside the seating area, releasing the sounds of a latest release and a woman stood behind the front desk with a cancer stick between her lips.
Miso breathed a long breath before making her way over to the young women. She had many of tattoos scattering her body and her hair was dark and flowy, with pink extensions, and her lips were round and painted crimson and her Smokey eye makeup caused Miso to feel intimidated under her gaze.
"Hi." Miso awkwardly began. "I'm here to get a tattoo." She stuttered, her lips forming a line as she tried to avoid eye contact at all costs.
A smirk formed on the girls lips as she looked Miso up and down and a scoff passed her lips and she nodded her head slightly, putting her cigarette out in the midst.
"Would've never of guessed... Do you have anything in mind?" She questioned and Miso silently shook her head, kicking herself mentally as she'd forgotten to even think of a design to have.
"Here." The girl handed her a scrap book filled with ideas. The designs varied from soft and elegant flowers to punk-ish, rock like skulls.
With not much more thinking, Miso came to the decision to get a cherry blossom branch after seeing it was the smallest and most PG option.
The women couldn't help but chuckle as she nodded her head and licked her lips. "It suits you." She stated, a sense of mockery laced in her tone.
"Thank you." Miso smiled slightly, not sure whether to take it as a compliment or not.
"Niki!" Her unexpected yells rang throughout the room, causing Miso to jump slightly and look into the direction the girl was looking in. "Customer!"
"He'll be with you soon." She informed, relighting another cigarette as Miso sat down onto the leather seats.
Almost five minutes went by with Miso rethinking her decision, until the sound of footsteps were heard and she raised her head.
Before her, was a tall boy, wearing a pair of denim jeans that had a few rips in, and a white t-shirt untucked from the trousers and his outfit was paired with a pair of black converse.
