⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ It's late at night and Jeongin, slave to a saturday night hangover, decides that it's a good idea to get a nice tongue piercing. He stumbles out of the club with some of his friends, they're all laughing like idiots and being so loud

you work at a tattoo and piercing shop, you had to work a night shift that night and you're completely exhausted you could fall asleep the second you close your eyes, the soft rnb music of the local doesn't help at all

you hear the door opening and see this guy walking in, he looks quite young, a year younger than you, maybe. He's wasted, totally: he stinks and his eyes are all red, he speaks in a slurred manner and his hair and clothes are all messy

"hey, girl, how's it goin?" he says with a goofy, drunk grin as he leans over the counter you're sitting behind of. His hair is disheveled and the first buttons of his colorful hawaiian shirt undone. You could also see some tats on his hands and arms, you couldn't deny that he looked really pretty. You snap out of your trance and rub your eyes, clearly irritated by his bold and loud behavior