You step out of the passenger seat, grumbling curses under your breath, and slamming the car door shut with violent force. You had just lost a bet with your friends and the punishment was to get a tattoo. Sure, tattoos are cool, but you'd never actually considered putting one on your body. Your friend, who was driving, laughed at your antics. "No need to break my car door because you're mad you lost a bet," he said while putting his arm around your shoulder.

As you both step inside the parlor, it feels like you are stepping into foreign territory. In contrast to you, your friend is a regular here, given the number of tattoos he had. He walks up to the front desk while you gawk aimlessly at the tattoo designs displayed on the walls. After a few seconds of feeling clueless, you decide to walk to the front desk as well and oh, how your eyes immediately widen at the sight in front of you.

There stood a blond-haired man with his hair clipped back, sharp blue eyes, fully pierced ears, and a body covered in tattoos from his neck down. "My friend here wants a tattoo, go ask them what they want," your friend smugly smirks as he socially sacrificed you to have a one-on-one with the man.

You've never been to a tattoo parlor before and it's not helping that there's a seemingly cute man with a questioning look on his face, waiting for an answer. Ignoring the fact that your brain just called him "cute", you manages to spit out a few sentence midst the short-circuiting happening up in your head. "Uh yeah, I want a tattoo..".

The man lets out a soft chuckle as he jokes around at the obvious request, "Well, good thing you came here, right?"