The Sun had set a while ago. The city was quite alive at night, animated by the sound of buses and the discret chattering of employees leaving their office after the regular hours. The real busy place though, after 9pm, was the Ink-Hop! tattoo shop located in a discreet corner of one of the main avenues. Chan’s coworkers (and best friends) were ready to leave, having finished their daily appointments. The owner of the shop though, Bang Chan, would always stay longer after the closing hour. God forbid, the man had an infinite imagination and his undying iPad to sketch new tattoo ideas on.

It was currently 11pm. Chan was sat on the old black leather couch which stayed in the main room—although his best friend Seungmin had complained about the couch’s ugliness for years—when the glass door of the shop opened, and the tiny bell announcing newcomers rang. Chan was focused on the sketches on his iPad and hummed, ready to turn down whoever had walked in.

"Sorry mate, the shop’s closed—" He glanced up, and noticed you. "Oh."