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J.YH - 4AM🔞

"Oh honey, you wouldn't tease me if you knew the consequences."

Your study table is smeared with different sketches and designs on every paper. None of them being similar to each other, their intricate details make them unique from others. Fine black strokes decorated the paper which you are holding, one of the many designs for your tattooist dream which isn't too far to accomplish.

You scrunch your eyebrows, sighing in frustration as you scribble around with the black ink pen between your fingers, trying to make a new pattern. Coming up with ideas early in the morning, especially on weekends is the hardest thing on earth. You give up on the task, which is stressing you in the morning and arrange the stacks of inked papers, placing them in your bag before heading out of the dorm room you share with a friend, who is still asleep in their bed.

You head straight to the first class which is yet to start in a couple of minutes and come across a few familiar faces on your way but a particular pale boy catches your attention. You've never got to speak to him, but his mere existence allures your attention. Or it his beautifully inked arms which never fail to attract your attention, surprising you every time your eyes land on them. His dark clothing does turn many heads, but getting to the boy himself is what interested you at the moment.

Following him as he enters your shared philosophy class, you seat yourself a few seats in front of him. But little did you know, he had rather been found of you the entire hour.

As it was the only class you had today, you head to the tattoo parlour down the alley after the lecture, unaware of a pair of eyes that were hooked onto your figure the whole walk down the street.

Upon entering the tattoo parlour, you head straight towards the reception, inquiring about available courses for beginners in this field and to your luck they had a perfect course for you. A 1-month course with classes on the weekends and with an instruction to guide you through the stuff. Your first class starts today, which means you would be spending your weekend evenings here.

In the evening when you return for your first session to the parlour, a particular person greets you, whom you clearly didn't expect to work there. It is the boy you came across in the morning, that one goth of the campus. You freeze in your spot as he walks in, greeting you and unable to return the greeting or speak a word while he stands in front of you, his large figure over-shadowing your tiny one.

"Much of a surprise, I guess? I'm Yunho by the way, miss y/n." He speaks, and you stare at him in amazement as his eyes curl up into crescents while the unusual warm smile stays on his lips. Honestly, it is the first time you ever saw him smile this brightly.

"My name- how do you know my name?" You question, confused at how he knows your name when its your first official meeting.

"The register." He answers without hesitation, picking up few papers which the receptionist hands him.

"Oh-" You couldn't quite register everything happening at the moment.

"Soo, shall we? Do you wanna get started?" Yunho points to the room on his right.

"Yeah- sure-" You agree shyly starching the back of your neck and following him into the brightly lit room.

"I was told you're kinda good at the designs." Yunho walks around the room picking up supplies and setting up his work table.

"Yeah- here are some sketches if you wanna look." You pull out the paper you trashed in the bag earlier and hand them over to the man who seems quite impressed. He then places the bunch of papers on the table beside his supplies and proceeds to rolls up his black shirt's full sleeves till his forearm.