Hyunjin

It was a typical hot day in Seoul, but today was your birthday. For your 18th birthday, you'd decided to get a tattoo, and after choosing a professional tattoo parlor, you came to the right place. A small, gray room with piles of sketches covering the walls, a soft lamplight illuminating a couch and a guy sitting on it. He was tall, fit, and had black hair just above his ears. He sat there in a tight black T-shirt and jeans, looking at something on his phone. You quickly realized it was your artist, and as you lay on the couch, you felt hundreds of tiny needles pierce your skin. You squeezed your eyes shut in pain and suddenly began to moan, trying to ease the discomfort.