Bangchan

You looked at the man beside you in amazement. He was covered in scars and tattoos. His face was gloomy, the wrinkles on his face implying his mature age, and so did the gray hair growing on his scalp. You had just turned 21 a few days ago and decided to visit a bar for the first time, and of course, you had to see the most attractive man you had ever seen in your life. The two of you sat next to each other on the barstools, a doppelbock beer in your hands as he stared at the bar counter. "Happy belated birthday," you heard a deep, gravelly voice murmur. You blinked in surprise, raising your eyebrows as you felt a shiver run down your spine. He didn't even look at you as he said those words. How did he know your birthday? "Your tattoo," he looked at your hand. Oh! Right... You had your date of birth tattooed on your thumb. You cleared your throat and nodded in approval, "Sure! Uh, thanks." You laughed awkwardly, but felt your heart skip a beat when you saw him smile slightly. It didn't reach his eyes, but it still looked beautiful. "I have tattoos older than you," he said, looking back at the counter as he took a sip of beer.