"𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙" / yeonjun

Yeonjun, yawning lazily, poured the contents of the instant coffee bag into a plastic cup and flicked on the kettle, setting the water to boil. It was 18 PM, and the only people in the tattoo studio were him and Kang Taehyun, lying on the couch, exhausted and wailing about his headache.

— You've been partying too desperately, mate. Yeonjun put a grin on his face as he poured the boiling water into the cup. The acrid smell of cheap instant coffee powder immediately hit his nose, and he grimaced. Rare shit...

— Well, I'm sorry, it's the only fucking thing I could find. How many more sessions do you have today? Taehyun stretched his arms up, singing quietly along to the song playing under the ceiling.

— Just one.

And at the same moment there was the distinctive and brittle bang of the door opening, hitting the dream catcher hanging in the entrance.