After years of wanting a tattoo, Here you stand outside the shop. You walk in as the bell makes a little ding. No one was there— you thought it was open so you check your phone

“We’re open.”

You hear someone say as you look up finding your enemy. Smirking, his arms crossed over his chest. His t-shirt stretch over every detail on his chest.

“What can i do for you 애새끼?”

He asks guiding you to a chair putting gloves on as you sit down.

“One on your rib?— take your top off so i can do it.”